Well that and the release of Magic Mike
unedited copyrighted untitled 2012... don't be a douche and steal it, its going in a wip for tante shara and i'd hate for her to need to hurt anyone.
J'Kori concentrated on the image of himself reflecting back through the tinted windows of his home gym. The shot gun effect that allowed him to see the mirrored view of his back bouncing back off the wall of mirrors was one of his favorite reasons for conducting his lil 'dance off's at this time of morning...
the other was that his wife and newborn son where so occupied with the backs of their eyelids that he could get a good two hour work out in before devoting his day to them.
the mere thought of his wife must have influenced life around him. he image of her smooth velvety skin juxtoposed with the silk of their wight sheets danced in his minds eye. His hips automatically shifted their rhythm to the deep vibration of the slow dubstep. And J'Kori imagined himself dancing for her.
the muscles in his body isolated and then released themselves in what he knew was a hyptonic pace and he let the music take him-- closed his eyes and dreamed that he was on stage and she was his audience.
Biting his full lower lip between stark white teeth he moved to the music gyrating his hips then mimicing the smooth way he loved to roll them between her thighs, adding that extra lil thrust just at the end of the glide.
letting his body take over , J'kori raised his the hem of his tank top knowing that his sight of his abs would illicit a rushed of need from his woman, he felt a bead of sweet start tracking from his neck and he concentrated on rolling his body slowly, making that bead tumble down the caverns of his itched body like a plinko chip until it settled in his belly button.
It was then that he lost his groove...
her hands brushed up the front of his thighs...the long nail on her pointer finger dipping slowly into his belly button to retrieve that little bead of sweat, then retrace its path up his body until they reached their favorite play ground---the gaged barbell nipple rings..
J'Kor stopped his dance and waited only the sound of his breathing--his heart beating was louder than the now thunderous bomb of the electronica fusion. He would be waiting a long time.
His wife dipped her head and hid her face, her shoulders shaking, i took a moment for him to realize she was looking over his shoulder's.
Opening his eyes he stared into the mirror and nearly fainted with laughter as their nephews pranced around the dance floor closest to the windows and the door, their movements where jerky and cosmically...and he realized the lil beasts where doing their damnedest to imitate him. Horrible versions of the stinky leg and the dougie mixed with what he could only assume was some kinda plucked chicken dance combined with what might be a new aged charleston.
Their sister stood just inside the door shaking her tiny head in a manner way too grown up , and mature to be coming from a five year old.
"When did they get here?" he asked, hiding his laugh behind a towel.
"About 2O minutes ago, I was coming to get you for breakfast but I guess my brother thought i was taking to long and sent out the cavalry." She giggled as she stretched up on tip toe to kiss his chiseled jaw.
J'Kori smiled down at his wife..." they are definitely your nephews, they have no rhythm."
"you weren't complaining about my rhythm last night."
J'Kori didn't even flinch as his wife strode past him, gathering the boys as she went...for a moment he just stared after them then he stepped forward and grabbed his niece's hand and followed them form the studio...
"Unca J, " the pintsized lil' diva looked up at him.
J'kori stopped and listened to his small companion, wondering what wisdom the tiny person would bestow on him this time...
"Yes pumpkin?"
"those three ain't got no rhythm."
"oh and you do ?" He raised an eyebrow in askance.
""yup", she nodded her curly little head mater factly.
"well lets see your moves pipsqueak"
his niece took that challenge and ran back into the studio. J'kori smiled as she pushed play on the tiny boom box and restarted the song he'd been dancing too...his jaw hit the floor had his little angel began and intricate series of isolations, where had his five year old prince learned to tut, c-walk any of that...it was the most amazing robotic precision he'd ever seen. each move hitting in perfect syncopation with the music...t
when she stopped J'Kori just stood in silence waiting for her to move...slowly like a mechanic toy she turned her head towards him and then a tiny robot smile appeared and a wink...
once she broke character she ran to him...and said
"I got skills uncle J and you got served" as she skipped past him and down the hall.
J"kori followed slowly in a daze...
it would be hours before he could get his mouth to stay closed and swallow is pride enough to ask his niece to teach him .
unedited copyrighted untitled 2012... don't be a douche and steal it, its going in a wip for tante shara and i'd hate for her to need to hurt anyone.
J'Kori concentrated on the image of himself reflecting back through the tinted windows of his home gym. The shot gun effect that allowed him to see the mirrored view of his back bouncing back off the wall of mirrors was one of his favorite reasons for conducting his lil 'dance off's at this time of morning...
the other was that his wife and newborn son where so occupied with the backs of their eyelids that he could get a good two hour work out in before devoting his day to them.
the mere thought of his wife must have influenced life around him. he image of her smooth velvety skin juxtoposed with the silk of their wight sheets danced in his minds eye. His hips automatically shifted their rhythm to the deep vibration of the slow dubstep. And J'Kori imagined himself dancing for her.
the muscles in his body isolated and then released themselves in what he knew was a hyptonic pace and he let the music take him-- closed his eyes and dreamed that he was on stage and she was his audience.
Biting his full lower lip between stark white teeth he moved to the music gyrating his hips then mimicing the smooth way he loved to roll them between her thighs, adding that extra lil thrust just at the end of the glide.
letting his body take over , J'kori raised his the hem of his tank top knowing that his sight of his abs would illicit a rushed of need from his woman, he felt a bead of sweet start tracking from his neck and he concentrated on rolling his body slowly, making that bead tumble down the caverns of his itched body like a plinko chip until it settled in his belly button.
It was then that he lost his groove...
her hands brushed up the front of his thighs...the long nail on her pointer finger dipping slowly into his belly button to retrieve that little bead of sweat, then retrace its path up his body until they reached their favorite play ground---the gaged barbell nipple rings..
J'Kor stopped his dance and waited only the sound of his breathing--his heart beating was louder than the now thunderous bomb of the electronica fusion. He would be waiting a long time.
His wife dipped her head and hid her face, her shoulders shaking, i took a moment for him to realize she was looking over his shoulder's.
Opening his eyes he stared into the mirror and nearly fainted with laughter as their nephews pranced around the dance floor closest to the windows and the door, their movements where jerky and cosmically...and he realized the lil beasts where doing their damnedest to imitate him. Horrible versions of the stinky leg and the dougie mixed with what he could only assume was some kinda plucked chicken dance combined with what might be a new aged charleston.
Their sister stood just inside the door shaking her tiny head in a manner way too grown up , and mature to be coming from a five year old.
"When did they get here?" he asked, hiding his laugh behind a towel.
"About 2O minutes ago, I was coming to get you for breakfast but I guess my brother thought i was taking to long and sent out the cavalry." She giggled as she stretched up on tip toe to kiss his chiseled jaw.
J'Kori smiled down at his wife..." they are definitely your nephews, they have no rhythm."
"you weren't complaining about my rhythm last night."
J'Kori didn't even flinch as his wife strode past him, gathering the boys as she went...for a moment he just stared after them then he stepped forward and grabbed his niece's hand and followed them form the studio...
"Unca J, " the pintsized lil' diva looked up at him.
J'kori stopped and listened to his small companion, wondering what wisdom the tiny person would bestow on him this time...
"Yes pumpkin?"
"those three ain't got no rhythm."
"oh and you do ?" He raised an eyebrow in askance.
""yup", she nodded her curly little head mater factly.
"well lets see your moves pipsqueak"
his niece took that challenge and ran back into the studio. J'kori smiled as she pushed play on the tiny boom box and restarted the song he'd been dancing too...his jaw hit the floor had his little angel began and intricate series of isolations, where had his five year old prince learned to tut, c-walk any of that...it was the most amazing robotic precision he'd ever seen. each move hitting in perfect syncopation with the music...t
when she stopped J'Kori just stood in silence waiting for her to move...slowly like a mechanic toy she turned her head towards him and then a tiny robot smile appeared and a wink...
once she broke character she ran to him...and said
"I got skills uncle J and you got served" as she skipped past him and down the hall.
J"kori followed slowly in a daze...
it would be hours before he could get his mouth to stay closed and swallow is pride enough to ask his niece to teach him .
Nice to know you can get inspired by a movie about stripping.
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ReplyDeleteElle inspired this. HA, HA, HA!!!! LOVE IT!!! Getting all sexified by giving your wife a happy happy!!! Getting interrupted by pint sized family members..., so TRUE!!! Your imagination ALWAYS makes me smile!!!!
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