Eating Out
Your feminine sensuality whether prepared or not is stronger then the power of my will. I am thinking of showering with you and what a thrill that might be. Your body moist and naked is a sight I want to see next to me. But I keep my thoughts on our dinner conversation. Trying to remain a faithful gentleman and keep from a bad boy conversion. But an excursion seems all but impossible because your breasts are all so supple. Your knowledge of exposure of cleavage and how to show it makes this game rather one-sided and you know it. I had assumed that in this situation you would be the prey and I on the hunt, but this day subtlety is out the window and I feel like being more blunt when I say that I want you to come home with me tonight. Normally I would take my time and wine and dine you and contemplate our compatibility trough the cosmic signs because I am a planning all the time Virgo and ergo I need a plan to make you permanently mine. But I can't think about the future or even what was. I feel so dizzy it might be from the lost of blood that has found a better place to be. If you look down you can see. I am showing you my short-term intentions accidently. I would rather tell you it's not about sex before you say how rude of me. Consequently, I still desire you to feel you physically. I have never felt such an erection that needed to make a connection to a mid-section and create a heat so hot it permeates through convection. it would be so send our atheist next-door neighbors to catholic confession. I want to dine on you as if you were a buffet with out stopping. All that I can eat, for the price of one chance to please you, to tease you to ease your mind off of anything thing that the world has annoyed you with. I don't want go too slow or too swift I just want to sail my tongue between your watery rift. I want you for my dessert as well with all the toppings, From honey, to ice to whip cream, to special oil and down to the sweetest chocolate caramel. We would be in such a sticky mess but I don't think I could rest until I have explored every inch of your body that is so much woman. My eyes are rolling in the back of my head, trying to keep up with everything you just said you got me twisted like a head full of dreds. This distraction caused by this attraction is making me want to end this culinary exchange with the final monetary transaction. You done started something and I hope you can finish it. I want you Cajun style. A cuisine of the south that will have you sucking on the head but that isn't a from a crawfish in your mouth . Shouldn't have gotten me in the mood for gumbo if you weren't going to dish it. Shouldn't have talked of your sexual prowess and lack of a partner to spar with. Because I am taking you home and it's not far miss. Just let me know if you want to share this dance or if you would like to glance and observe how I explore you because I also liked to be watched. Now come upstairs and let turn off the alarm clocks.