The shop on the corner.

I had left her alone for a day and a half. Long enough for her to get back into her daily routine. Long enough for me to decide that what I wanted was to get to know her, not just fuck her. So that meant taking a break, not allowing myself to call her or text her, every time she crossed my mind...which was quite often.

By the afternoon of the second day, I was going stir crazy. After a fruitless morning searching for a new job, one with better hours, I decided to stop by the coffee shop and see if X girl was working. I needed to look at her, make sure she was real. A flesh and blood woman, not some one I had invented since my last little go round with the evils of being boi and exceedingly dyke~like.

I pulled into a parking spot and hopped out of the car. I was half way to the shop before I remembered that I hadn't fed the parking meter. I turned around, retraced my steps and did so before finally finishing my walk to the JtH. I paused just outside the door and glanced at myself. I looked...presentable. Black low rise jeans, black boots, a fitted white tee, coppery brown curls covered by a bandanna and a ball cap. I looked like myself.

I entered and headed for the counter, where the X girl was busy doing coffee girl things. I cleared my throat, just as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling it out, I glanced at it and grinned at her message. Obviously, I had crossed her mind as well.


"Hello pretty girl. Can I get cuppa? You know my recipe."
 
Upon hearing her voice, I found myself with a mug in hand and pouring her brew of choice. Have I become this far trained? wild.

I move out quickly to bring it to the corner table, did I actually check to see if that is where she is heading? but there she is and smiling and I can't help but blush and I don't even worry when I sit down across from her.
My crisp white blouse with it's rolled up long sleeves accents my tan skin, and allows me to have a few buttons undone while still being modest.
My jeans are loose but fitting today and the classic faded blue, I have my ass kick boots on and when I sit across from her. "Hi, how are you doing?" is out between my lips before anything.

She looks wonderful, something sharp and sure about how she moves, like this is her shop an Mike is just watching it for her, I could live with that, Kayla as my secret boss.
 
I meander to the corner table and have a seat, just a few moments before she joins me. She looks luscious and I want to drag her into my lap and do dirty things to her, over and over, until neither of us can breathe. I can't. It IS her place of employment, after all. Doesn't stop me from eating her up with my eyes though.

"Thanks pretty X girl."

I take the mug, raise it to my mouth and moan low as the first sip of ambrosia hits my taste buds.

"Ah, damn, perfect."

Placing the mug back on the table, I reach for her hand bring it to my mouth, brushing warm lips along the back of it.

"I know you are busy. What time do you get off? What are your plans for the day?"
 
I watch her sip her coffee and hear her moan, the first I have ever heard and suddenly, I want to be a mug of coffee.
I want to be clever an say that 'What ever you desire Kayla.' but I don't want to just be her eager puppy, well, maybe I do. but she may not want it.

I straighten up, smiling as her lips brush my hand and sending a shiver through me, down puppy, down. "I am off in about 30min and I have no real plans to speak of.. " I watch those lips, I know she has eyes and they are on me, but her lips, her cheeks, her hands, I want to drink them in along with the rest and then drown in her eyes.

":Just have to wait till second shift gets in and then I can cash out the till for her.."
 
A grin, as I watch her, watching me.

"Okay, well, I am gonna be right here, then. Could you make me a cuppa to go when you get off? That way, I can put you in the car and take you to MY home....so you can see the sort of play room I have. Maybe it'll give you ideas. Then we are gonna go grab some food....in a public place..."

Voice drops to a husky murmur...

"So that I don't molest you right away...and we can decide what we are gonna do...about our date."

A winning grin.

"Scoot, pretty. You know I like to watch you work."
 
I cannot help but giggle, god, please don't let my giggle get on her nerves.
I am up and back to work and I notice Mike has been watching, grinning like a proud papa. Sherri comes in on time and looks like she has had 'One of those days' I feel for her, exams are coming and she will not be able to work night shift for a few weeks.
I've already agreed to cover for her.

She is happy to see I have done most the work already, everything prepped and ready for her to just start up, she won't be working alone, Mike closes and Cait will be here soon to help out.

When it's almost time to go, I start ringing out the till and doing my count. Thank god no one wants anything for this brief change over.
I am over two bucks and that's ok. I have forty five in tips because I am the best damn Coffee girl around, or so I am told.

I get Kayla a to-go cup and then close up my lap top, give Mike and Sherri a hug an I am back over with Kayla.
I hope I am not grinning like some idiot, please don't let me grin like an idiot.
 
X girl has my to go cup. I grin, delighted, and hustle over to the counter carrying my empty mug and dropping a ten on the clean surface to pay for both drinks. With no further ado, I take the cup in one hand and use my empty hand to caress the side of her face.

"All right! Let's get this show on the road, Xaviera."

A few minutes later, we are outside and I am opening the passenger side door for the X girl before hustling round to open the driver's side and slip into the comfortable bucket seat. Then, we are off.

I never talk nor listen to music when I drive. I am, at best, a very cautious driver. Some would consider me downright paranoid. More than likely, they would be right. Luckily for the pair of us, my small house is only a few blocks away from JtH. I pull into the driveway and turn off the engine.

Now my house isn't great. It's small. Plain. Like a bungalow, without a nearby beach. However, I do own it, free and clear. Striding to the other side of the car, I open X girl's door and grab her hand, handing her out with ease.

"C'mon pretty. Let me show you my place."

A few minutes later, we are inside. My house is small so there are only three rooms downstairs. A kitchen, a step down living room and my home office. None of that is what we've come to see though, so I tug her toward the steps that lead to the second floor.

The upstairs contains my bathroom, bedroom and playroom. The hall way is short and I lead her to the door on the left, pushing the solid door open with one hand and motioning for her to step inside.

Once there, I wait.

The room is where most of my money has gone over the years. A spanking bench, a cross, a massage table. Racks hang on every single wall and they contain a variety of instruments~floggers, crops, belts, lengths of rope, ball gags, chains, cat o' nines. There are also two toy chests and I point her toward them with a smile.

"Go ahead, bae. Give em a look see. I keep anything for sensation play that you can possibly think of in those chests..."

My smile is huge and I know that my dimples are showing. I can't help it. I like showing X girl my favorite things.
 
It's like a whirlwind, first I am in my safe coffee shop where I am safe and in charge and then I am in her world and I don't want to say anything, because I know I'll wake up and be stupidly sad again.

The room is cool and warm at the same time, it inviting me to explore but with caution, she points to a pair of chest, I look at her and then walk over and kneel down, I wonder how many others have knelt here, before her alter.

I open the one to my left first and I can't help as a gasp escapes my lips, I cover my lips as if that will hide anything.
I reach down but touch nothing, I can feel them by just waving my hand over them. So many things, most of which I have never seen an can't begin to know what they are for or how they would be used.
I look back over my shoulder at her, my face is hot and I smile, I look back and move to the other chest after closing the first.
These, I know many of these and damn if I can think who they might fit into, surely that one is too thick, that one too long.. and sweet Jesus, that one is just too much..
I don't want to defile any of them by touching, but my fingers dance, then grab a plug.
I hold up the naughty little mushroom and wonder who has walked about with this, how long, did they moan or cry? will I?

I set it back down and close the lid and then turn to face Kayla, I can't hide my smile evern if I wanted to, i let my head bow a little and I put my hands behind my back as if by instinct.
"Thank you Kayla for showing me, I do feel ... Inspired." and I am so wet now, I would strip naked if she told me to, lord knows what I would do if she said 'X girl, we are going to eat, strip now so I can show the world what I have tonight.' I imagine I would have to explain to nice Mr.policeman that I just forgot to dress.
 
She is flushed...with pleasure, embarrassment? I don't know but she stands there, hands behind her back, shoulders straight, her eyes slightly downcast. I want to scoop her up and kiss her until she passes out.

"You are welcome....now then...come here?"

Finger points to a spot just before me.

"Legs hip distance apart, hands on the back of your neck, eyes straight ahead."

Head cocks as I wait to see if she will do as I ask.
 
She gives me and order, I look up into her eyes and I nod and step to where she points, I assume the stance she wants and I look straight ahead, my breath just caught and I am trembling.

I am scared and excited and I want to run off. I will not because she isn't going to hurt me, not in a bad way, and I would want her to to hurt me.. in a good way.

"Yes Kayla." I say, my voice hitching just a little, is it ok to talk? I don't want to mess up, I want to be perfect.

I am so tempted to look at her, but I fix my eyes on a point in the hall and watch it, hard.
 
I don't know about other people, but for me? When a female opens herself up, assuming my most beloved position, trusting me, even if it's just a little? I get all warm and melty inside. My heart beat picks up, my pulse races. And I know that there is a smile...one that won't go away.

It's like a gift, isn't it? A woman who wants you to turn her on, turn her loose, make her into your own personal masterpiece. Hell yeah! So I know that I am grinning, and I know that I have absolutely no plans to do anything to her, not yet.

Still, I am grinning...and stepping forward. One small hand curves around the slight swell of her ass. The other hand? It twines into the fall of her hair and tugs, not hard, not soft...just a tug to announce "I am here with you...right now. Pay attention." And there is a giddy giggle, mine? Oh yes. Mine.

Short nails trail upward, dislodging her shirt to leave faint red marks on lightly tanned skin. I can feel her small tremor, a reaction.

Nice.

I walk around her. Hands touching, stroking, tugging, releasing, testing. Until I am in front of her once more.


"Oh you absolutely gorgeous fuckin' woman...c'mon. I gotta get us outta here...before the only thing I eat is you....and I am starved."

Stepping away, I give her a very wicked grin and hold out my right hand.

"Let's go, sexy X girl. I need food...and you need the safety of other people around us while I get to know you better."
 
Her touch is like blissful fire, like pleasure made lightning and that I do not cum myself senseless is because we haven't gotten that far, yet.
I take her hand and nod with my brightest smile, "Like other people would mean anything to Fierce Kayla.." and I follow her out the door, she leads and I discover that I must make an effort to keep up.

my tall legs really don't mean that much to her as she covers distance with a sure and commanding ease, but of course.

In the car and on our way, She wants to know more about me?
but I'm no one, just a silly girl from the country who made her escape.
Ok then, what she wants, I will do what I can to provide...

..an that thought rings through me.

How much would I do for her? what limits will I place? will I even place limits?
an that stupid fear creeps up the back of my neck and I yell it back down and smile for her.
 
So I take the pretty X girl to MY favorite place~The Stadium Bar and Grill. Great seafood, good deep fried hot wings, steak, salads...plus the normal shit you find in a pub. I wave at the hostess and head for my favorite spot, the corner table closest to the kitchen entrance.

It's quiet. A good place for conversation. There are multiple televisions sets playing various football games but I don't want to be distracted from my dinner companion. Mandy, my best girl, comes over with a menu and a bright grin. She KNOWS what I want~a chicken Cesar salad and a piece of praline pie for after. The menu is for my X girl. 'MY??'

I chase that thought away and grin over at Xaviera.


"Not sure what you like. They have really good flounder here, great Alaskan crab legs, pretty decent sized salads. Give it a look see, figure out what you like."

Turning to Mandy, I grin widely and say~

"You KNOW what I want. Start me off with bread sticks please. The grilled chicken Cesar salad, ice water and a Pepsi. Gotta get my caffeine cold, here."
 
I don't know what I expected, but this was better than anything I could think of. Bright and loud but not so loud for two people to talk privately, she moves right to 'Her' table, I don't know if it's her table.
The sign said to wait to be seated, she did not wait and every staff was smiles for her, I agree with them.

She orders and I look at the menu.

When I was in High school and college, I saw this Barbie's order a sallad and soup, nibble like a mouse, give a playful squeak and LIE! 'Oh, I am full, I could not eat another bite.'
I look over the menu and turn to a very pretty girl, I am jealous for at least 5 seconds. "I would like the New York Stake medium Rare lean, Steak fries and is that a real Chocolate ice cream shake or a mix?"

She assures me it is 100% real ice cream, Mike would adopt this girl.
I order the shake and then hand her the menu.

I look around, not really paying attention to the room at all. I do this because I would rather the waitress not see me stare at Kayla. and I want to stare at Kayla.
 
At first, I say nothing, only grin as she orders a real meal...solid, good food. I am not a fan of beef, but I know they do awesome steak here and she will not be disappointed. Mandy returns a few minutes later with my ice water and soda and with a large glass filled with thick, chocolate shake. I am almost overcome with the need to snatch it from the X girl and make it my own.

Alas, milk/ice cream? Not good for my belly. Stupid lactose intolerance! I give a low chuckle and then lean forward, trapping one of X's hands with my own.


"Ah, so you are a woman who likes food? This is good. I am a fan of food, eat probably 5 or 6 times a day."

A wink and a wicked grin, before I release her hand and lift the water glass to my lips to take a sip.

"Now then, pretty sexy X. What are some of your favorite foods? Colors? Movies? Books? Do you play any other instrument besides the violin?

I raise up and lean over, just far enough to brush a kiss over her ear and whisper,

"Are you wearing panties?"
 
S sweet shiver runs up and down my spine as she whispers in my ear, those delightful sexy lips adding another level of helpless to my will power.
That I don't turn my head to meet them with my own is a show of strength I sort of wish I did not have.

I smile and look down at my milk shake, lifting it, I look up at her and use my tongue to guide the straw to my lips and then suck. Am I being a tease? yes, I think I am, will I pay for this later.
I look at the Boi across from me, and that shiver returns, yes I will.

I set my drink down and muse over what she has asked, I clear my throat and consider.
"I love food, we always had big meals at home and holidays were the biggest, I learned to cook at my Grand mothers apron strings and then my mothers. I can make you the best Lemon Meringue pie out side of Key west Florida or show you what 'Smack yo Mamma' Ribs are."

I lift my drink and think a bit more, licking my lips, "My Favorite foods and not in any order are. Fajita with a mix of Chicken or Beef, Pork is good to as well as Shrimp. I would be hard press to choose between a plate of Oreo Cookies in Cream pie.. and " I stare at her lips, then move up to her eyes and then away into my drink, "Other nice things to use my lips on..."

The shake and I become aquainted again and i look back up at her.
"I love dark colors, unless I am depressed, then I wear my pink PJ's, get my pink an yellow blanket and curl up, That usually cures me."

I don't sip this time, I know how to avoid brain freeze.
"My favorite movies? The Trueman show with Jim Carry, not a major fan of his, but he came through in that movie." I chuckle as I cover my mouth, "Then, a B movie called Buckaroo Banzai.. and last but not least, I watch it every year.. and in any version, a Christmas Carol. The best version features Patrick Stewart as Scrooge, but he is in a tie with American actor George C. Scott as Scrooge."

i pick up the straw and lick off the ice cream, and as I finish, It hits me how teasing that must have looked an my face heats up.
"Ahem, pardon.. um, my favorite books? a Comic collection by Jeff Smith called Bone. My Harry Potter collection and uh almost anything by Spider Robinson or Nick Pollotta, neither of which write as much as they should."
The last question is a good one and it means she will want me to play for her, do I lie? tell the truth? "I won't lie to you Kayla.. I also used to play the Piano.. just not anymore, no room really." ok, I lied on that last part.
"And .." I place my closed hand over her open hand, looking her right in the eyes and I lean close to her, "These are the panties I am not wearing Kayla.." and I open my empty hand and brush her skin against my own. My whisper followed by brushed lips.

I sit back slowly, looking into her eyes, I want to dive into them and never come up.
"Alright Kayla Boi.. same questions.. except.. do you play anything? .. I mean, other than my pulse, seriously.. you seem to get a good beat with my heart rhythm."
 
I am distracted by her mouth and that damnable straw. I know that she is speaking. I can hear the vague buzz of her words BUT...that luscious mouth...that fucking straw. I make myself focus~filing away the information she drops like little nuggets of gold.

She can cook.
She and I (sort of) share the same taste in reading material.
She can play the piano...but she doesn't...and the last statement isn't entirely truthful.


Then...she shocks me with an empty hand, a brush of those soft lips and whispered words. It takes all of my self possession to not drag her across the table, strip her naked and investigate her nether area for myself.

'Soon. You may do it...soon...Just not YET...so fucking focus.'

Saved by a waitress bearing food. She places the dishes in the right spots and I wait until she clears out before turning my attention to the lovely woman seated across the way from me. Her questioning statement brings a smile to my lips.

I think on it...for a long while... cutting my chicken up, using the knife and fork to shred the romaine lettuce smaller, removing the croutons. Finally, I look up and grin.


"Hmmm. The pertinent bits first. I am a poultry and seafood lover. Not big on pork or beef of any sort. And I could eat salad, everyday all day...and not care. I love to cook~gumbos and stews and soups...but I don't have much time."

Suiting actions to words, I take a bite of my Cesar salad, giving a low moan as the different flavors and textures explode over my taste buds. Chewing slowly, I think on the rest of it.

After taking a sip of water, I continue.


"Favorite colors are black, dark blue, blood red, storm gray, white. They suit me in a way that brighter colors never will."

Brown eyes fasten on her as she takes her first few bites of steak. Her eyes close slightly and I know that she is enjoying it. I regroup, cursing myself for getting lost in the movement of her mouth.

"I read anything....but I prefer mostly urban fantasy, cyberpunk, splatter punk, horror, science fiction~so people like Gaiman, King, Thurman, Butcher, Green, Robinson litter my book shelves at home. I think I have well over 400 books, mostly series as I hate one offs."

Another bite of my salad, a sip of cold water and finally, the answer to the most important bit~at least to me it is.

"I do not play a musical instrument. I am ham handed...and never found the dexterity needed to make a go of it. However, I had spent a goodly portion of my life singing. I am a natural alto...with some tenor and a killer falsetto. I just....don't sing anymore."

A grin then before allowing the silence to envelop the table as we both put paid to the food before us. Eventually, plates were cleared and I looked over at my companion, a small grin dimpling the side of my mouth.

"Oh, hell. I forgot to answer your question about movies. My all time favorite movie is the film adaptation of Rent but I also love Moulin Rouge and Chicago. I am a bit of a rock opera fanatic. Outside of those, I like most sci-fi things...with the original Tron topping my list of kick ass films. Oh gods and I admit to having serious jones for kung fu flicks. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon as well as Ong Bak 1 through 3. Anything at all with Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Jackie Chan...his early films like Legend of the Drunken Master. I am a bit odd."

It was then that Mandy brought out my praline pie. I cut myself off to take the first soft, sinfully sweet bite and moaned low, in my throat.

"So, then we have covered the basics? Tell me something less basic~do you have limits for play?"

"
 
I watch her eat the pie, I love watching people eat because it says something about them.
Do they wolf the food down or do they savor the morsel one step at a time?
Do they talk between bites, she doesn't.

"Limits.. nothing to do with bathrooms an I hope I am never made to wait to use one.. unless you have a very good and naught reason in mind. I am a very clean girl an like staying that way, well.. we all get sweaty, that just means shower time."

I wonder if I just made her ill, I am not looking up at her now because my thoughts are jumbled, we went from movies and colors to sex.
No, not sex, play.. difference there and she needs to know.
"No cutting.. marking, at least permanent marks..though I have thought about Tattoos an maybe a piercing. But that's not what you asked.. jeeze."

I feel my face flush and I look around, can anyone hear me? no? good.
"I am not sure Kayla.. I know I don't like enclosed space.. which is odd because my loft is small. But I like blind folds, surprises.. and." I finally look up at her, I try to read her face but her lips an the pie keep distracting me.
"..I like to be scared sometimes."

I look away, why am I looking away?! look at her stupid!.. not the bar, her!
 
My head cocks. Her words are hesitant, unsure. Obviously, this wasn't a comfortable topic of conversation for her. Didn't matter, not to me. I needed to know these things before we ever hit a bed together. Most scenes begin long before anyone even sees a play room. The planning of them, I mean.

No one ever just walks into a dungeon with no idea as to what the submissive one will accept, will enjoy. Anyone who does that is apt to never have another willing bottom to play with, ever again. So the talks, the learning? They are important.


"Hmm. Not a large list, pretty X girl. We will have to try and figure out more pertinent info, things I can actually use. I do like to play with sharp pointy objects...but can understand that being a limit, as that requires a bit of real trust one just doesn't get by playing together. You didn't mention breath play....not whether or not you like stingy or thuddy types of pain."

Laughter as I watch the blush crawl over her cheeks.

"It doesn't matter. These are things you will learn eventually. These are things you will decide upon the longer you explore. Even so, I like to have a basis. I now know you can be blind folded, possibly bound and you enjoy play fear."

A wicked laugh as Mandy comes over carrying my bill and a tray to empty the table with.

"Moving on, have you decided where i should take you this weekend? What club? What movie?"
 
She makes my face hot, among other places. and my mouth is dry so I empty my drink and then sneak some of her ice water.

"Where to go? I dunno.. don't know." I clear my throat, give my head a shake and then look at her, those eyes, they excite me, scare me, and calm me all at once. And I feel at ease.
Where do you go out to when you don't go out much?
I consider clubs, never been a big one for those scenese. But then, why not? This is for us, not just me and maybe she might want to show off her new friend.
I know at least two movies I want to see. One is a minor funny chick flick of guy meets girl, guy looses girl, girl kills boss an guy spends whole movie helping her hide body or we could see the new action flick, good mixed lead actors and actresses with much ass kicking.

Then there is the park, some rides, games, and I am not afraid to walk around with a woman treating me, screw conventional thoughts. I like Women!.. maybe one or two guys.

"Ok.. we could go to these movies." and i give her the two good choices, at least I hope they are good." and then we could try a club, I haven't done that since college but I don't know any of them around here.. maybe you had a place in mind? Then.. the Park over on Parkhurst an Langley.. the one with the rides an that water slide?"

Oh, Kayla in a bathing suit.. me in a bikini?.. I better wax an shave if she chooses that.

I place that big Choices ball in her court.
 
I drop money on the table and stand up, moving to the opposite side to pull X girl's chair out. After all, I forced her to come eat with me, it's only good manners that I pay for our meals.

"Hmm, we can do the movie. No club though. We are still in the learning phase and I am a wee bit jealous. I wouldn't want someone to come at you while I was with you. They might end up missing some teeth...."

A slight grin, as my hand curved around her waist, aligning us to walk together outside. Mandy gave a grin and a wave. A damned good waitress. An awesome friend. I waved back and then turned my attention to the pretty one beside me.

"So we will do the park thing....and then come home, get dressed for dinner and a movie. I am thinking the action flick...as the only chick flicks I like are usually considered amateur porn."

Giggling, I lead her to the car and unlock the passenger side door, handing her in with a smile. Once I get inside and start the engine, I turn to her and ask, softly...

"So you ready to go home, X girl? Or do you wanna come back with me to my house for a while?"
 
I consider the question carefully, my house safe and secure and i know where I am at. Kayla's house is secure and "I'd like to go to your place, if that's alright." I say, buckling up and then adjusting so I am facing her better.
I hope I am not distracting her, she is driving and seems to have her own way.
But everyone has Car Rules, so I am gonna obey hers and do what she says.

"You have already seen my boring little place, and we can talk about the park more." I just wanna be with her right now, even if we just exchange words, it would be nice to be away from the house more than once this week.
 
I nod once and put the car in drive. The silence is comfortable and we arrive back at my small bungalow a few minutes later. I cut the engine and turn slightly, capturing X girl's face with one small hand. Leaning in, I brush a soft kiss over her mouth.

"All right, gorgeous. Get your butt out the car. Don't forget to lock your door, hmm?"

Soon enough, I am leading her back inside. We head into my living room and I wave her to the couch while I go to fiddle with my stereo. I don't own a television as any movies I want to watch can be seen on my computer.

Eventually, soft R&B fills the small space and I return to her side, settling on to the couch with a grin and pulling her into the curve of my body.


"Now then, what else is there to talk about concerning the park, pretty lil bit?"
 
I lock the door, checking twice, I settle on the couch, and feel a mix of nervous and safe. How odd to feel this way.

But then, I am laying my head on her shoulder and I ponder the question, "Well, I can't wear the dress to the park as it might get dirty. but I guess some nice jeans.. or jean shorts will work." turning my head to look up at her, she looks so comfortable in her domian, the King of her court. "Unless you want me to wear the dress..but then, you know what I'll be wearing underneath."

I close my eyes and feel the music flow through me, it feels so good, music has been my anchor through all my troubles. "Kayla, when we play.. I don't know if you like music to add anything.. but if you do.. I want to hear your music, the music that moves Kayla. The Music that makes her strong or relaxed... that would tell me alot about you." I feel my face warm, did I just say too much, ask too much, I look at her once again and know the music I hear is hers right now.
It's Kayla's 'I have someone I like with me and want to feel it'music...it feel good, I adjust just a little so I can kiss the wonderful cheek.
I would kiss those lips, but Kayla will decide when that ok.

"Oh, an as for the park.. I know you like treating your Girl special.. I've seen that tonight, but I get to win you one prise at the park, Ok?"
 
It is always so funny to me....that whenever I deal with a woman taller than myself, I feel even more boi-ish. Maybe it's because of the types of tall women I deal with. Who knows? So I listen and grin, head bobbing to the mellow sounds of Alicia Keys~Unthinkable.

Her words about music during play time makes me giggle and her thoughts concerning the proper outfit for a day at an amusement park makes me grin. I want to see her in the dress. Oh Gods do I, but comfort is important, too.


"I hardly ever listen to music, pretty X girl. Not when I am conducting a scene. The only sounds I want to hear, at that time, would be coming from person I am focusing on. That is what revs me up and gets me excited."

A momentary pause as my fingers drift up into the fall of her hair and tangle there, pulling lightly, so that her face is angled toward my own. A soft kiss, placed on her mouth like a benediction, is given and then I release her hair, hand returning to stroke the soft skin of her arm.

"Oh and for what we wear? Dress comfortably. Who knows how much we will walk or what we will end up doing. And winning me a prize, pretty girl? I will think on it. Don't know if my inner boi can handle the pretty girl getting me a teddy bear.

The music changes~some Toni Braxton. I slip into a comfortable silence, enjoying having her next to me. Really, words aren't what I do. But I like having her here...and I like knowing she is comfortable enough with me to relax.

"You wanna come cuddle with me? I need a nap."

A wide yawn underlines that statement. Good food and pretty women always make me sleepy.
 
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