Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Vera Vision--Masquerade Ballin' Pt. 2

Tawny considered herself to be tri-sexual; there was nothing that was too taboo for her. The worse thing that could happen was she hated the idea and she would never try it again. So when Oleg brought her to a sex party, she couldn’t help but to wonder if she was really ready for an orgy of sorts. It was the first time in a long minute Tawny felt all of her shit-talking had come back to haunt her.

Still, she was anxious for what she was going to see and later, experience. She didn’t have to wait too long as Oleg led her to a large room at the end of the hallway. The room was dimly lit to the point it was almost dark. A large four-post bed was centered in the room, which was covered from wall to wall with mirrors. Every angle was captured, even the ceiling. And to think, Tawny thought a mirrored-ceiling was pretty kinky. Oleg unzipped the tiny dress off his wife and let it fall to the floor. He found she was bare naked underneath. In her rush to meet Oleg, Tawny forgone her standard panties and bra. But to him, her nakedness was perfect for Oleg; he didn’t want to take off too many articles of clothing. As Tawny smiled and giggled, her attention was caught by a sturdy contraption in the room.

In a nearby corner, there was a love swing. It was held up by a large post and had leather straps attached to it. Tawny had always seen the love swing in the sex shops her and Oleg frequented but to see one ready for use presented a delicious opportunity she could not resist. She walked over to the swing and sat down on it. She then beckoned Oleg to come over. He didn’t waste any time. Oleg removed his clothing as he walked, almost tripping over his pant leg because he was anxious to get out of it.

He then presented his hard and long cock to his wife. Tawny took the cock in her hand and admired it before she began to suck. It was thick, about one and a half inches. It was a soft cinnamon color, almost reminiscent of a light brown. But Oleg’s cock was just simply beautiful. Other than his muscular chest, Tawny knew it was her favorite part on his body. She loved to ride it, be fucked by it, and be awoken by it. Most of it, she loved to suck it. She loved to test her gag reflexes and see how far she could take it in her mouth. So far, she could take 6 inches. Oleg was about 9 inches long.

Not wasting any more precious time, Tawny open wide and immediately began to suck her husband’s cock. He was delectable and she couldn’t get enough. She used her hands to use a vaccum-cleaner effect to increase the sensation but it was really her mouth and tongue that drove Oleg wild. She would flick her tongue back and forth, teasing the mushroom head.

Meanwhile, her mouth would vary from a soft suckling feeling to a hard sucking. Oleg never knew if Tawny was going to let him cum or just keep teasing whenever she gave head. She simply loved to suck her husband’s cock and if she was able to, she would give him head every day of the week. Oleg finally stopped Tawny from sucking his cock. She started to frown but quickly smiled when he kneeled in front of her. He put her feet in the straps and spread her legs open. In front of his eyes was her fuzzy snatch. It had just enough hair on it like a trimmed hair cut but not a bush. Oleg thought it was cute. Not too many men could brag their wife had a cute pussy but Tawny was cute and well-maintained.

Oleg quickly went to business by licking her pussy fast. His tongue circled her clit and his mouth occasionally sucked on it. He licked her pussy lips and stuck a couple fingers inside her as he focused on the clit. Meanwhile, Tawny grabbed onto the chains of the swing so she could keep her composure. She threw her head back as her husband ate her out. She moaned quietly as she continued to enjoy the pleasure Oleg was giving her. But he abruptly stopped. There was another time he would finish but Oleg’s cock was begging for release.

He stood up and entered his wife’s tight and wet pussy. They both instantly moaned at the pressure. Oleg again did not waste time as he hit Tawny with hard thrusts, bucking his hips against hers. He reached up and cupped her breasts as he continued to fuck her. Her pussy was squeezing his cock tightly and the feeling was beyond incredible. Soon, Oleg felt he was about to cum and he began to thrust faster inside Tawny. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out and shot all over his wife’s lower stomach. Tawny took a finger to wipe a bit of the cum off her and licked it as she watched her husband recover from his orgasm. Seeing him get off was better turned her on more than anything. However, Oleg did not forget about his wife.

He kneeled down and began his tongue assault on her clit again. After the hard fucking Tawny received, she wasn’t sure if she was able to take it. But she wasn’t about to stop Oleg. She watched as his tongue circled her clit and flick it fast in a back and forth motion. Her legs began to shake and her soft moans became louder. Then she came hard all over Oleg’s tongue and pushed his head away from further assaulting her clit. She was way too sore.

As Tawny came back to life, the lights in the room turned on. Behind the mirrors were naked guests wearing masks. On the ceiling were more guests looking down at her and Oleg. All of them were clapping for the couple. They have been accepted…

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Goddess Upgrade #3: Get Yourself A Pussy

How do you refer to your sexual organs?

Some years ago I started asking women in my workshops this question. I’ve discovered that the majority have no name for their sexual organs. After a shocked silence, most respond with the word vagina, which I reject. Firstly, it is inaccurate. Vagina is the name for the passage between the vulva and the uterus. It is also inadequate. Women have a range of sexual organs, more of a sexual system really. Besides the vagina, there is the labia majora and labia minora – the outer and inner vulva, the mons veneris – that’s the pubic region, between the vulva and anus is the perineum, and of course, the clitoris. The final and primary reason I reject vagina as the answer to this question is because it is a cop-out. A vagina is what you take to the gynaecologist not the bedroom or the night out with the girls for that matter.

Usually, after some prodding I get some real answers. Curiously most of the sentences start with; “My boyfriend/husband calls it…” So again I ask, “What do you call it?” Mine is a Pussy. I called it Yoni for a while but that felt a bit inaccessible. Yoni is a Sanskrit word, often used in Tantra to refer to female sexual organs; loosely translated it means “source or origin of life”. I like the associations the word Pussy conjures; cats, which are sensual, slinky, content, self-possessed. They invite and enjoy being stroked, they only do what gives them pleasure and they are gracious receivers. This is why pussy works for me. It might not work for you. The point is to think about yours, acknowledge it, own it, connect with it and establish a relationship with it. Your pussy is an inextricable part of your femininity.

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Can you fully harness your inherent feminine power, while for the most part you behave like you are merely babysitting it for your lover?

Imagine that as a young woman you were given a Ferrari as a gift, intended to be an ongoing source of pleasure for you. Imagine that you have since kept this car in the garage, never driving it yourself. You only let your lovers drive it. Only when there is a man behind the wheel do you pay your Ferrari some attention and get to experience the joy of owning it. Wouldn’t that be crazy? So why do that with your pussy?

If you were a financial director you wouldn’t give more money to a manager who never spends her budget, yet we expect our partners, life, and spirit, to increase the bliss in our lives when we hardly exploit the pleasure that is already ours. Did you know that the clitoris is the only human organ whose sole function is to give pleasure? God(dess) gave the clitoris to women.

As within so without; your outer world is a reflection of your inner world. Getting a pussy is saying yes to pleasure. Yes, to all the divalicious benefits of your femininity.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Not For Free!

By saying “Don’t give up the kitty for free” I am not telling you to prostitute yourself.. I am just telling you not to give up the goods for nothing!

What we as women hold between our legs is a treasure.. we give life through our vaginas.. HELLO!??!

We need to realize that our lady parts are not toys or bargaining tools.. they are, just as I said, treasure.. they are highly sought after and should be held to the highest of standards..

That being said.. don’t just give it up to 1. just anybody for 2. any old reason..

Your “treasure box” is special.. and only you hold power over it.. however, we have been allowing men access to these magnificent treasures like they are Happy Meal toys.. NO NO!

A man need to earn that.. he should be giving you time.. respect.. patience.. trust and getting to know you before you go rewarding him with the p..

You should be gauging whether he is worth all of you.. and all of your time before you go spreading your legs.. if all he is good for is a cheap dinner at Red Lobster.. he is not good enough for your lovin!

Giving it up for nothin is letting a man hit on day one.. giving it to him after a dollar show and a value meal.. make him wait.. make him earn it!

What usually happens when you give it up too soon?! a. he’s no longer interested or b. he is only interested in the sex after that .. what is it that you believe he is chasing!?

Your sensitivity?! Your intellect!? Come on now.. he is chasin that ass! And the joy of the hunt is.. THE HUNT!

If a lion comes along and a gazelle just lays the hell down.. the lion is probably going to be a bit peeved.. he’ll still eat the gazelle.. but his thirst for the hunt won’t be quenched.. he’ll move on to a gazelle that is willing to be chased.. (this is why you’re the jump-off and she’s the gf sweetie)..

If you give a man the most precious gift you have to give.. it would be a good idea to get to know him first and find out if he’s worth giving it too..

Now .. I do realize that we all have times where we take a “f*ck it” approach and decide to just do what makes us happy.. in these instances, you’ve hopefully already decided all you want from this guy is sex ..

But if you plan to explore relationshipial possibilities with a man.. it would be safe to factor out sex until you know he’s going to stick around.. be a smart gazelle..

Give him the sex when he is willing to give you more than good D (commitment, love, honesty, trust…)

xoxo,

m. lauren — Regular SBF

Nya Rammstein-videon (18-årsgräns)

Dagbladet skrev häromdagen om den nya Rammstein-videon. Mer kontroversiella än vanligt kan man väl säga, har de gjort en rätt hardcore video till en något weird låt.
Eftersom de norska medierna antagligen inte kommer gå ut med länk, och eftersom jag är så snäll, så ska jag bespara er allt googlande och låta er se den om ni KLICKAR HÄR.
Minderåriga måste lova att inte klicka. Det är fy fy! Ni kommer lära er mer om detta senare i livet, trust me.
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Friday, September 18, 2009

Pussy

16.09.2009 videoclip dari Rammstein muncul!!!! setelah penantian selama ca. 4 taun akhirnya nongol juga!

cek dech tapi warning videonya agak vulgar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDEZaq370QI

Lalu kemaren w nonton syuting Take Him Out lagi dan ada banyak banget orang barunya sampe pusyang2 abis nonton w sama anak2 THO saur di jalan sabang dan hasilnya w baru nyampe rumah jam 5 pagi…omg

Trus bentar lagi lebaran lho yeeeiiii tapi agak ga jelas gt lebarannya hari apa, ada yang bilang hari minggu ada yang senin…na ja

Musik och provokation

Igår (?) släpptes Rammsteins nya video ”Pussy” som regisserats av Jonas Åkerlund. Videon har redan väckt starka känslor och man har gjort en censurerad version och en ocensurerad. Tyskarna är kända för att vara provokativa och orädda (om man nu kan kalla det för det) när det gäller att tänja på gränser. Alla som sett videon ”Mann gegen mann” vet vad jag talar om.

Aftonbladet och Expressen har publicerat upprörda artiklar om ”Pussy”, skivbolaget Universal meddelar att de inte står bakom videon och debatten verkar vara i full gång. Vissa är väldigt provocerade, andra undrar varför ”folk är så rädda för sex”, någon kallar det för konst och i en kommentar frågar en person hur man kan kalla videon för porr etc.

Jag har sett den ocensurerade versionen och vet inte vad jag ska tycka. Låten i sig är rätt ok (jag gillar deras musik… inte alla låtar men många) och videon är väl… ganska snygg om man nu kan säga så. Den första delen av videon är inte speciellt nyskapande – nakna kvinnobröst, rumpor, sexism osv.. Gäsp – kom på något nytt liksom. Men sedan… börjar det. Om detta inte är porr så skulle jag gärna vilja veta vad som kan kallas för det! Jo, jag fattar att det inte är bandmedlemmarna själva som utför ehhh sexet (utan att man satt deras huvuden på porrskådisars kroppar) men ändå.. Jag inser också att detta knappast är den första videon med explicita sexscener som gjorts.

Vad vill de med videon? Om det är ett extremt PR-trick så har de definitivt lyckats! På bandets hemsida kan man tydligen läsa att ett av syftena med videon är att driva med bl a tyska klichéer. Inte vet jag om det stämmer. Jag tycker (eller vill inte tycka) att jag är speciellt pryd eller lättprovocerad men jag kan inte låta bli att undra vad som kommer härnäst… Måste man ta i så att man storknar för att provocera? Räcker inte musiken längre? Kan man kalla sånt här för konst och bör man i så fall försvara den? Ni vet rätten att uttrycka sig osv.. Är det rätt eller fel att censurera?  Jag vet inte…men det är ganska intressant att fundera över.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

RAMMSTEIN: 'PUSSY' Video Posted

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

All The Mother Fucking Shit I Have In My Head

“Just because Jesus and I decided to see other people, doesn’t mean that we don’t talk once in awhile.” – the lovely Lafayette from True Blood

I talk to him.  I do.  As much as I don’t have a formal – read…go to an organized gathering with a bunch of folks pushing their point of view down my gullet – relationship with him, we do chat from time to time.  He and I talked a lot when I was in the hospital, ready to leave the earth and kick it with the Big Guy.  I didn’t know I was dying, but I talked a lot of smack about it.  Nuns came in and out of my room. Every preacher from here to Nashville came to my room.  I finally figured it out.  I’m about to kick the bucket – and I hadn’t even finished all the shit on my Bucket List.  What’s up with that?  The final Nun came  in and I proclaimed, “I’m pissed at your boss.”  She asked, “Father Doherty?”  “No,” I said, “God.  I have children, at home to raise and I have to get the hell out of this hospital.”  She laughed, kissed my head and walked out.  I heard, about three weeks later, that she went into the waiting room, where my family was, and told them, with a giant smile on her face, “SoVix is pissed off.  She’s going to be just fine!”  Damn right!  Only the good die young!

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“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,”  – me.

“I’ve been driving as fast as I can to get here!” – you.

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“Let’s just stop all of this talking nonsense and get back to just fucking.”   – me.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

My shaved pussy loves to be fucked by strangers.

Hi. I’m Kate Mercer. When I’m not writing fictional erotic blog novella’s for my favorite fictional character Delaynee Sinclair, I’m writing my personal blog, hotcougartalk.blogspot dot com. It’s packed full of all of my fun, steamy sexual encounters and can be found in my RSS feed located on the right of Erotic Blog for Delaynee Sinclair. So, if you like to read erotic lit, but you want the sexual tension to build slowly, make sure you read my newest erotic novella blog, “The Sexy Stud for Hire” or my older novella blog, “The New York City Bad Boy.” However, if you want to read about my personal raunchy, steamy sexual encounters, like I said, check out my site and RSS feed. Kisses ~ Kate

Friday, September 11, 2009

Új Rammstein hamarosan!

Az utóbbi időben kissé háttérbe szorult német Rammstein hamarosan új lemezzel örvendezteti meg rajongóit. Az anyag címe ‘Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da’, ami magyarul annyit tesz, a szerelem mindenkié. A 2005-ös  ‘Rosenrot’ lemez folytatásának produceri munkálatait maga a zenekar és Jacob Hellner végezték.  A ‘Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da’ október 19-én jelenik meg Európában, melyet egy kislemez dal, a Pussy vezet fel még e hónap végén…



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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

My G-Spot does exist- HER perspective

OH MY GOD! He found my G-spot.  I believed that the G-spot was really something of myths and legends. Or maybe it was something that had to do with my many orgasms. I do cum easily and hard so I had no need to seek a greater level of orgasm.  I especially enjoy having my clit stimulated and even thought that perhaps that was my G-spot.

I WAS SO WRONG!!!!  The other night when he was holding me down and forcing me to cum, he hit a spot deep inside me that sent me squirming off the bed, and I said “I think you found my g-spot”. I was so tired and had cum so much at that point and was just dying to fuck him; so, although this orgasm was amazing, it did not compare to the orgasm at our next fuck session when he found the spot again.

We met and had drinks together. We are one of the annoying couples who sit next to each other at the table and kiss. The couple I would totally hate if I was in the bar, but whatever, we don’t care what others think. Our time is limited so we make use of every second we have. We are touching at all times, kissing frequently, and no one else in the world exists but us.

To the people in the bar, park, store, coffee shop, etc that have had to endure us; we apologize if you are made uncomfortable by our public affection. My suggestion to you, is for you to mind your own business and get back to sitting next to your date and ignoring her. To those that become aroused by the knowledge that yes by hand is up his pant leg rubbing his cock, you are welcome, take that hard cock or wet pussy of yours home and fuck your spouse (or whomever you want to fuck, we won’t judge you)…

I’m not going to lie…I was a little nervous about this upcoming fuck session. It had only been one day between our meetings and I had not yet fully recovered from the event that we conservatively guessed left me at 16 orgasms and him at two after two hours of nonstop fucking. (However, I am quite sure we hit 20 and this did not include the multiples within each orgasm, that still only counts as one).

I had my speech back and I certainly desired him, so I was ready to fuck, but my limbs were still sore, I had bruises, and I was worried that I couldn’t handle the torture/pleasure that was to come.

I tried to take a different tactic this time, by not allowing him access to my wet pussy under my skirt at the bar or even in the car.  Meanwhile, he went commando in the bar and my hand was up his short leg for much of the time. In the car, his zipper was open and my hand fit perfectly inside so that I could massage him the whole drive.

He tried to get in my underwear a few times but I wouldn’t let him. (I purposely did not go commando today. He loves it and I love it, but I figure if I do it all of the time it won’t be so exciting, plus, we’d be naked soon enough. Perhaps the next time we meet in the park I’ll lose the panties and accidentally take his hand up my skirt so he can discover my wet slit). He twittered about it saying I was being  mean I believe. It makes me smile. I usually give him everything he wants, so it’s kind of fun telling him no every once in awhile.

When we got there we took our time getting undressed, he tweeted a couple of times about it, checked our blog, then was naked on the bed with me. This blog and Twitter are just part of our foreplay.  We can’t tell anyone about our relationship. No one knows, not our family, coworkers, neighbors, etc. only a few choice friends know some details, but still very few.

So in a way, this blog serves as our way of shouting to the world about our exploits and the happiness they bring us.  Further, being two people who have been sexually reserved and inhibited our whole lives, this is just one more way for us to embrace our sexuality. And embrace it we shall.

As soon as he was on the bed I went on the offensive and attacked, taking him in my mouth. He begged for sometime to get into my pussy and after awhile I gave in.  He finger fucked me then. His “handy work” is quite impressive, it really is, and damn, do I enjoy it…. After I came he was still playing and I all of a sudden had the urge to play with him.

I’ve masturbated in front of him at least three times per his orders to do so and also had massaged my own clit while he fucked me from behind, also upon his order.  Don’t get me wrong, I happily do this, but the shy good girl inside of me sometimes needs that push to touch myself.

Not this time though, this time, the idea of putting my fingers inside of my dripping wet pussy and playing with his wet fingers seemed like a delightful idea. He was surprised, he never asked me to do this, and neither of us had ever done this before, hell, I never even thought of it.  He said “let’s finger you together” and I said “okay”. “Do you want me to go inside of you or rub your clit”, I think I moved his hand inside of me as answer but I’m not sure, while I took my clit.  He sat up and watched our hands work together to bring me to the brink of orgasm, when he leaned down and took over my work on my clit with his mouth.

Mmmm. Moaning, it felt so yummy, I was going to cum soon, when he hit my G-spot. OH MY GOD! This is about the time that my mind left my body, when I had no idea what was happening between my legs or in my pussy other than extreme pleasure. It is almost too much, I didn’t know what to do with it. The pleasure kept growing in intensity with each wave of ecstasy, I became louder (while trying to stay quiet), my hands hold the bed rails, and grab at his hair, or pound the bed while my hips buck into the air and my legs raise my entire body off the bed. He holds me down and keeps rubbing my G-spot.

The G-spot orgasm is intense, extreme, unending, overpowering, and a bunch of other adjectives that I don’t even know… when I finish, my clit is so sensitive that even the slightest touch is almost painful. He leaves me to rest on the bed while get gets up to Twitter about the experience.

When he comes back I go down on him and suggest “ice cubes”? He agrees and I take his hand and instruct him to keep himself hard while I run and get the ice.  He complied and when I came back I ran the ice down his chest, on his nipples, down his stomach to his balls and up his cock. It’s so cold and he is squirming but liking it. His cock is ice cold so I take it straight in my mouth and it hardens right back up to the feel of my hot mouth.

I take the ice cube in my mouth and it is a sensation of hot and cold as I stroke his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat.  He likes this and we go through 4 ice cubes before I tell him that I think my hot wet pussy would feel quite wonderful on his cold cock and he agrees.

I climb on top and we have passionate sex, the kind where he holds me tight, our hands our entwined, our lips and faces touching while he whispers dirty things in my ear. I cum twice and he flips me over to fuck me from behind. We try some different positions, doggy style, then me flat on my stomach as he fucks me from behind, then I’m standing against the bed.

I hear the snap of the condom as he tears it off and laugh. I comply to his condom request every time, but rarely does it make it to the end of a fuck. He says “when I cum, can I cum in your mouth”. I tell him “sure”. So when he is ready, he pulls out, steps back, and I drop to my knees and take his hard cock covered in my juices into my mouth. I fuck him shortly with my mouth before he cums. He comes hard and there is so much that I cannot swallow it all so I have to take him out and let the remaining squirt onto my chest.

He looks down at me then, his “cum slut”, naked and on my knees with cum all over me and says “we need to give you a shower”. He leads me to the shower and once in, washes me from head to toe. I then do the same. The water hitting our naked bodied and our mouths as we kiss is as erotic as ever.

Afterward, we climb into bed; naked, clean, tired, satisfied, and happy. We have been spoiled and so lucky having so much time together in the last few days. It is the feast before the famine, as we do not know when we will be together again. The only thing we can do is hold each other tighter and we do.

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Talking about eating pussy and sucking cock makes me hungry for sex

Read after, “Shaved pussy, fucking, cock, let’s talk sex shall we?”

I’ve never been in a situation like this. I think I’m dreaming. I’m sitting across from the perfect man, who gave me the perfect puppy – which is fast asleep on the sofa, and has just prepared a perfect meal.

What’s wrong with this guy?

He even bowed his head and did the sign of the cross before he passed me the pasta.

Don’t analyze the shit out of this situation Delaynee, stay cool, stay sexy. Speaking of sex . . .

            “So, Antonio,” I said after taking a bite of my salad. “Why is it a successful man like you isn’t married at 40 years old?”

            He blushed.

            He blushed?

            “Well, Miss Sinclair, if you must know.”

            Here it comes.

            “I was married, to my college sweetheart,” he said. “Who passed away six month after our nuptials.”

            I am such a stupid bitch.

            Silence.

            “It’s okay, you didn’t know,” he said.

            He is too forgiving and kind.

            “I’m so sorry Antonio.”

            “Don’t be,” he said. “I do get that question a lot. It’s only human nature I suppose to want to know these things. Anyway, I sort of threw myself into my work after that. It was years ago.”

            I continued to pick at my food, and tried Antonio’s sauce.

            “Mmmmm.”

            He smiled and wiped a drip from my lip.

            “My turn,” he said, raising one eyebrow. “Why is it – Miss Sinclair – that you are not married, at, I’m guessing . . . 21?”

            We both burst into laughter, breaking the tension.

            “38.”

            We both drank from our glasses of wine.

            “I have a bit of a similar situation,” I said. “My father – is who knows where – and when I was 16 years old, my mother was killed in a car accident. I lived with an elderly aunt who died just after my 19th birthday. I really just haven’t let anyone close enough to me.”

            He just stared at me. His heated gaze, pierced my soul and for some reason I became extremely emotional.

            “I’ve never shared that with anyone,” I said, a tear streaming down my face. “Excuse me.”

            As I stood up to leave the dinner table, Antonio stood too and took me into his arms.

            “Well, we are certainly getting the serious stuff out of the way now aren’t we,” I joked.

            Antonio just held me, it was comforting.

            I composed myself as quickly as possible, not wanting to ruin my eye makeup. I sniffed back another tear.

            Antonio took my napkin and wiped my eyes.

            He had such a compassionate look on his face. It was mesmerizing. How could a man this gorgeous, this sexy, be this compassionate too?

            Quit sniveling in the total packages linen napkins Dee!

            I straightened up.

            “Are you okay?” Antonio asked in a hushed tone.

            I nodded.

            We sat down and continued to eat.

            “Perhaps we should talk about something else?” Antonio asked.

            “Yes, something light and easy, like sex,” I kidded.

            His face lit up like a circus.

            “Yes, let’s talk about sex.” He kidded back. “So, you do like sex don’t you Delaynee?”

            I laughed at his serious interrogation tone.

            “Now, Mr. Private Detective, I may not be willing to kiss and tell so easily.”

            We were both eating our pasta and twirling it on our spoons as we started to fire questions at each other.

            “Then I’ll just have to find your weak spot, and make you talk.”

            “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, raising an eyebrow at him.

            His eyes lit up as bright as his dazzling smile.

            Drip. I think you have. It’s called you!

            “What is one of your favorite sexual things to do?” He asked.

            I slurped the creamy pasta through my lips, and then licked the sauce from them.

            How did you like that for an answer?

            He gulped.

            “I see, so sucking and licking, good answer,” he said. “Next question. What is one of your favorite things to have someone do to you?”

            I stabbed a penne noodle onto the end of my fork, and flicked it with my tongue.

            Did that make your cock jump Antonio?

            He sat back and loosened his tie.

            “What would you like to do to me?”

            He asked, undoing his tie completely now.

            I purposefully dripped two drops of cream sauce on my exposed cleavage. Then I swiped it up with my finger and licked it off the tips, took a drink of my red wine and swallowed.

            Then smiled.

            “You’re a very sexy woman Delaynee.”

            “Thank you,” I said. “You’re a very sexy man Antonio.”

            “Thank you.”

            “Sex probably comes very easy for the both of us, don’t you think?”

            “Indeed.”

            He leaned in closely across the table from me.

            “You do know that I was impressed by you on that flight, or I’d never have taken the time to find you, right?”

            I smiled.

           “I didn’t find you, just so I could fuck you.”

            I smiled again.

            “I mean, I want to make love to you, but I just have a feeling, I want you for more than that.”

            I took another sip of wine. I like the way the lines creased around his eyes as he smiled in between thoughts.

            “So does this mean I won’t be getting laid tonight?”

             I giggled breaking the tension.

             “No,” he said. “It means you will be getting laid every night,” he said. “Starting right now.”

             Antonio stood beside me, took my hand, and led me into his bedroom.

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