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Come to me when the moon is full you are all I seek my wanton lover. - Pretty

“What am I going to wear tonight?”

These tall black high heel boots are simply luxurious with strappy black bows crisscrossing all the way up, they have that sassy sexy feel of glamour and lace. I will wear them with sheer vertical striped thigh-high stockings to add a touch of class. Got about 20 minutes before my date arrives. Guess I’ll grab the purple stretch bustier with v-string it will match perfectly with my black and lilac scoop neck mini-dress, I need to look sweet tonight. All right, quick mirror check and I’m ready. Ding! Dong! Take a deep breath and make him wait a few minutes can’t seem to eager. My girlfriend from work set us up. I’m nervous as hell, because she said he likes to go to the races. What does that mean? Cars, horses, dogs, and rabbits can all race to a finish line. Opening the door casually I grab my beaded clutch purse and walk out into the night.

“You look stunning,” he says admiringly. “Nice car,” I acknowledge more to myself than him, as he opens the door to his shadow blue Nissan Z. “You know cars,” he says a little too sarcastically for my liking. “You sound surprised,” I say, “of course don’t you.”

This guy is handsome, but his personality I don’t know. His looks are what’s keeping my butt in the seat and not walking back to my door. He seems a little arrogant, with piercing eyes and cropped hair. But he is trim and sculpted, I can feel my legs cross just thinking about his snug shirt that is clinging in all the right places, I do sense a commanding nature about him though, “hm-mm.”

“Lets go check out the races tonight,” he announces emphatically. “Why not, Addison is it?” I say as excitedly as I can muster, thinking race what? “Yes, have you ever seen horse racing before? he asks curiously. “No can’t say that I have.”

Okay so horse racing, I’m open to anything. Addison got us great seats, close enough to see the action, but far enough away not to smell the horses. The grille had a nice menu, he selected for us the southern crab cakes with remoulade appetizer and a bottle of pinot grigio. Control issues are a definite with this guy, no matter I like a little dominance every once in a while especially in the bedroom, devilish...

The horse riders and their companion horses are exciting, Addison bet on a couple of his favorite horsemen. I can tell he comes here often by the way he is yelling at the horses and cajoling with the other risk takers.

“Its time for a short intermission before the next races begin lets talk, I knew you would enjoy the crab cakes,” he informs me, “have some more wine.”

Pouring me another glass before I can object. I smile too myself, I’m warming up to him already. He sits down and deliberately glides his fingers across my leg pressing his hand into the curve of my inner thigh. I cross my legs with his hand now firmly gripping me, I partially cover him with my other leg. He continues to look at my knee-high boots as I twirl my ankle in circular motion slowly teasing him. I can tell, he would pull my heels off right now if he could.

He moves slightly to look directly into my eyes as he starts to whisper  in a deep voice, “I can’t wait to undress you,” he says smiling, “but not today.” He gently brushes my cheek with the back of his hand. “Today I want something else and your going to give it to me, can you be acquiescent?”

I nod my head still looking intently into his calculating hazel eyes. “

You are very alluring and beautiful, I like pretty things. Do you understand?” “ Yes,” I say it so softly that it is as if I didn’t answer at all. My heart is racing with anticipation of what’s to come. “I want you to be a good girl and never make me upset, after all I’m sure you know what will happen if your bad.”

Leaning in his lips move toward me I feel a light velvet kiss on my lips anxiously I slip my tongue into his mouth. His kisses leave me delirious searching to continue swirling and playing once more with the softness inside his mouth. He pulls away, I can feel goosebumps forming on the back of my neck. My sexual need is growing inside as I look at his broad shoulders and firm chest I want nothing more than to wrap myself in his arms and nibble his neck. I know how to be a good girl I will have to wait for him to lead me and linger when I can. I watch as he removes his hand from my inner thigh and with both hands slowly he moves my dress upward. I start to get a little antsy, we are in public. The race has long since restarted, I’m getting really uncomfortable but excited at the same time. My pulse is racing as my striped thigh-high stockings are completely exposed, and Addison continues to move my dress up higher still.

I look at him cautiously and his look becomes stern and forbidding, “Be a good girl pussy cat!”

Finally, he stops just with my dress hiked well above my thighs his warm masculine hands grasp my hips using his fingertips he feels for my panty and pulls them down. I gasp as he swiftly cinches them over my legs, I can feel my body releasing under his touch as he maneuvers around my boots. I uncross my legs mindlessly searching my lovers face for any sign of discomfort. None!

Only pleasure as he finishes capturing his prize now kneeling before me, he kisses my knee and says, “You belong to me now.” I could swear I had a deep orgasm a minute ago one I’ve never ever had before, my my that was pleasurable. “More wine please!”

When your long lashes close my heart stops for a moment, which is when I desire you most. - Pretty

I am so hungry! He made me promise that I would not eat before our date. He describes himself as a foodie, likes to watch cooking shows and prepare fine meals for his friends. He works as an Accountant, so he mentioned he is very quiet and likes to keep to himself alot. But he expresses himself in other ways, so to be prepared for a lot less talking and more nonverbal communication with him. I can move with body language so I took him up on his dinner date offer. Okay, I thought to myself if I’m hungry I’ll eat just a little bit. It so happens time escaped me so I did not have time to eat. So my belly is growling and churning aggressively asking me what is going. I should be at his place in less than 5 minutes, this is one of those times when I hope the food is done and on the plate by the time I ring the door bell. I am in the mood for some good food, he says he can cook. We will see he hasn’t even heard of Mr. Chef Chef so as of right now I am very skeptical of his kitchen abilities. No matter, I will put all my inhibitions to the side so I’m not rude. I will try anything right about now, especially a good glass of wine. Visions of goat cheese and  braised rabbit, even chateaubriand or grilled ostrich sounds so appetizing. I should stop, he might have pizza and some lame ass beer, not even the good stuff waiting on me. My palate is starting to water at the thought of cheeses, grilled vegetables, pates, and maybe even a bit of fine chocolate to finish it all off.

“Brrring! Brrring!”

“Come on in, don’t you look good enough to eat!” he says a little to enthusiastically I think. “Thank you!”

I didn’t go to wild tonight wearing my silky royal blue knee length circle dress, it falls beautifully with a great dropping neckline, like that dress Marilyn’s always wearing in the pictures. I feel sexy in it, especially with my champagne heels all jeweled and shiny. Low key and simple. He gestures me into the kitchen, the smells coming from there are divine. I can feel a smile move across my face, the food is going to be good.

I eye my glass of red standing tall and full waiting on me to take a long sip. I walk over casually, not to quickly don’t want to seem to needy and wet my tongue. That is delicious, as I place my glass back on the counter top he walks over looks into my big browns and says, “taste this.” I open my mouth as a small crab stuffed button mushroom is slid in. I bite down taking in all the flavors of the mushrooms and wine all intermingled together, this is wonderful. So light and full of aroma, as I continue to chew every savory morsel. He brings over a little appetizer plate with two more, I am now anxious to enjoy more. They are each different from the first, one is stuffed with pancetta and the other cheeses with a white sauce. My mouth is so happy right now, “These are so good, compliments to the chef.” He smiles with his amber eyes only and goes back to cooking. He likes quiet, remember that I think to myself. He walks over pours more wine into my glass, and gently brushes his pointer fingertips across my hand lightly stepping in for a kiss. He nibbles my bottom lip so smoothly I barely even notice, because I’m tasting all the wonderful traces of wine on his tongue and smelling the arousing aroma of lamb rib chops on his clothes.

I feel my insides stir with two desires, one for him and another for more of his fine cuisine.

Whispering in my ear he says, “The best is to come my famous grilled lamb chops are always tender and succulent like you my bella agnello.” He lifts me up onto the cool onyx counter top continuing to kiss me and to whisper sweet delicacies in my ear, while I quietly grin. I open my legs for him, urging him to come closer he takes the invitation and sweeps his well-manicured hands across my thighs grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. He takes a long sucking kiss, I feel the coarseness of his five o’clock shadow as I pull away for air and press my cheek into his.

“Kiss me here,” I say as I motion with my freshly polished french nails along my throat to my bosom. He follows the invisible trail my fingertips left planting rich kisses along the way. He stops between my breasts blowing lightly over my nipples on the outside of my dress I let out a soft whimper, I know what I want from him.  As he watches I slide my fingers into my white lacy bikini panty slipping into the dampness, “uahhh” withdrawing from the silky wetness and placing a butterfly kiss with my fingers on his mouth. He goes wild with excitement wanting more, he quickly parts his lips bending down, he moves in along my inner thighs ending deeply planted in between my legs. Slowly exploring, sucking and licking the softness he found, while I rock my hips back and forth. As I reach climax he picks me up and moves me over to the kitchen table, where we are both still full of heat and passion ready for more, but my lover wants to make this night last forever. So a small break is in order.

He fixes my plate and sets it in front of me, lamb chops with braised potatoes and parsley. I grab my fork and knife to cut a small piece of lamb, cutting it I notice how perfectly cooked it is medium with the juices ready to flow out as soon as my knife pierces the flesh. I place the intricately cut piece into his his mouth, and wait for him. The delight in his eyes tells me its full and flavorful. I take a bite and think the food is grand and the night well, its just getting started.

I’ll look for you again when the light goes out, darkness comes and passion is what we all desire. - Pretty

I cannot believe I agreed to this, what was I thinking going clothes shopping with him. Its hard enough finding the perfect clothes alone, let alone having him watching me the whole time. Anders is his name. He is tall with long smooth limbs, I wonder if he bikes, his legs are well toned and he wears  glasses they are so cultivated. I secretly crush on glasses, because after they come off a lion is sure to emerge. Well my only hope is that he does not notice the sizes I select off of the rack. I might have to be coy and tell him I will find him once I’ve made a few selections first.

“After you,” he says playfully.

We are here in my favorite store so I can feel the excitement bubbling up inside me and that complete euphoric feeling of shopping becoming real, I’m starting to feel good all over. All the lights, shiny clean floor, smell of perfume drifting over entice me, who knows what I will find. Something sexy, shimmery, hot and lurid.  I gesture to him I’m going to head toward the tops and  instead of doing as I had hoped going to the men section he follows me. First word that comes to my mind is fawning, but I like it. So this is really going to happen, well might as well  make it fun! So I ask him in an more than amiable tone, “ What would you like to see me in?” He chuckles to himself and saunters off into the clothes. This is going to be good. I browse the displays and accessories to give him time to make his choices. He didn’t even ask my size, now I’m really curious as to how this is going to play out in the dressing room. Anders gestures me over to the dressing room. I look around quickly to make sure no one is looking and grab him and the clothes in one swift move.

Both of us simper a, “we did it” in unison.

He puts the accouterments on the knob and sits down on the bench with the door to his right and the large three panel mirror to his left. Sitting  on the bench across from him I slowly cross my legs and glance at the floor. I think this is going to be fun after all, as I begin stripping my clothes off slowly in front of him. I take my time circling my finger around each button on my blouse and then unfastening each one looking up intimately into Anders eyes. The edge of his lips curve into a slight smile as he continues to watch intently, canting his neck and running his square hands across his chest. With my blouse now lying comfortably on the bench my white low-cut bra with black lace is fully bared and so inviting that I run my fingers along the lacey edges from the top of my smooth collarbone down along my breasts and back up. My skin is so soft and full of heat that he can feel it. Uncrossing my legs and standing up in my open-toe black wedges I bend down and run my hands up the sides of my frame stopping at the top of my hips to unzip the sides of my jean skirt. Both sides unzipped my skirt drops to the floor, Anders suddenly exhales loudly and opens his legs to get more comfortable. I smile,

I know that means his desire for me is intensifying as each minute passes by. I watch as he takes in my bikini lacy white panty, I know where his mind is drifting. I let him look a little longer, his gaze is firing me up. I walk over and take his hand gliding it around the curves of my hips, making sure his hands feel my hot skin all the way. I can feel his need growing and his manliness is starting to show through his pants. So I begin moving upward toward my heavy tits allowing his hand to fully cup them and squeeze. I stop directing his hands long enough for his fingers to linger on my hard nipples. I let out a small moan his touch feels so delightful. Gliding his hands back down across the smoothness of my belly finishing along the rim of my panty. We both exhale and stare amusingly at one another for a while. Kissing him on his cheek I run the palm of my hand up his leg stroking his hardness as I go. I kiss him one more time and turn away and leisurely walking back, I bend forward  to take the first outfit off the knob. I can feel  his eyes boring into me, his eyes are on my thick round ass just as I intended. Reaching up high into the sky, pulling the soft cottony black mini he selected over my head I look back over my shoulder and smile at him. This is going to be fun after all.