Walking into a Trap (H/M)
The club was nothing less than absolutely bouncing. It was a hell of a show. The jockey was spinning some wicked remixes, thumping bass, flashing lights, and a dance floor packed with every fur and scale one could imagine. The heat of the dance floor...
First Encounters (F/H)
whycantistop : The club was bouncing! The rainbow lights were flashing in their random patterns to the club music, furs of all kinds were out on the floor, shaking their stuff, bumping and grinding, making a wonderous humid heat as they danced and...