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dessert (maybe more of an erotic short story)
Will he be my type
will he be a gentleman
will he stay
will my friends approve
will I take him to meet my parents
will my dad approve
He arrives at the table
he is gorgeous
Bright blue eyes
Is he at the right table
is this a joke
He takes my hand
Plants a kiss
I have never came from just a kiss
he sits
I need air
In the bathroom
I sit down
panties have a wet spot
I check my lipstick
I dab the sweat from my brow
tuck my panties in my purse
He has ordered a bottle of wine
He toasts
"To us"
We eat and chat
I am distracted by his charm
I want to take him home for dessert
He pays the tab
We share a cab
he walks me to the door
I can't let him go
"Do you want to come up for dessert?" I said
"I thought you'd never ask" he said
walking up the stairs to my 3rd floor apartment
I shift my dress up a couple inches
I walk seductively with each step
Key in the door
I hang my coat
"What's for dessert?" He asks
"Me"
He takes off his jacket
pulls me close
kisses my lips
I want his lips on every inch of my body
He leads me to the kitchen
picks me up and sets me on the counter
shifts my dress up exposing my wet bald pussy
his eyes widen with pleasure
He licks his lips
He continues to pull my dress over my head
exposing my big beautiful tits
Wets his lips again
and then wets my nipples with his tongue
If I am dreaming, please don't wake me
I unbutton his shirt
lick his neck and chest
he pulls me to the edge of the counter
he gets on his knees and spreads my legs
He kisses my inner thighs
he spreads my lips and discovers his dessert
No table manners needed for this course
he endulges all in with his face
my honey dripping from his chin
spilling onto the counter
He stands and tells me it's my turn to pay the tab
he enters my sweet wet pussy
his cock slides along my walls
honey now dripping from his balls
Fucking me like it's his job
rocking my fucking world
I wake up alone in my bed
naked
was it...just a dream?
I walk out to the kitchen for a drink
I find a note...
I will bring the dessert tomorrow night?
8pm sharp
will he be a gentleman
will he stay
will my friends approve
will I take him to meet my parents
will my dad approve
He arrives at the table
he is gorgeous
Bright blue eyes
Is he at the right table
is this a joke
He takes my hand
Plants a kiss
I have never came from just a kiss
he sits
I need air
In the bathroom
I sit down
panties have a wet spot
I check my lipstick
I dab the sweat from my brow
tuck my panties in my purse
He has ordered a bottle of wine
He toasts
"To us"
We eat and chat
I am distracted by his charm
I want to take him home for dessert
He pays the tab
We share a cab
he walks me to the door
I can't let him go
"Do you want to come up for dessert?" I said
"I thought you'd never ask" he said
walking up the stairs to my 3rd floor apartment
I shift my dress up a couple inches
I walk seductively with each step
Key in the door
I hang my coat
"What's for dessert?" He asks
"Me"
He takes off his jacket
pulls me close
kisses my lips
I want his lips on every inch of my body
He leads me to the kitchen
picks me up and sets me on the counter
shifts my dress up exposing my wet bald pussy
his eyes widen with pleasure
He licks his lips
He continues to pull my dress over my head
exposing my big beautiful tits
Wets his lips again
and then wets my nipples with his tongue
If I am dreaming, please don't wake me
I unbutton his shirt
lick his neck and chest
he pulls me to the edge of the counter
he gets on his knees and spreads my legs
He kisses my inner thighs
he spreads my lips and discovers his dessert
No table manners needed for this course
he endulges all in with his face
my honey dripping from his chin
spilling onto the counter
He stands and tells me it's my turn to pay the tab
he enters my sweet wet pussy
his cock slides along my walls
honey now dripping from his balls
Fucking me like it's his job
rocking my fucking world
I wake up alone in my bed
naked
was it...just a dream?
I walk out to the kitchen for a drink
I find a note...
I will bring the dessert tomorrow night?
8pm sharp
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