So the part where your waist flares out into your hips is pretty fucking magical. You know that?
Possible scenarios: 1) Meet for a movie. 2) Meet for chaste coffee, just chat. 3) Meet in a bar, dress as I direct…
… and do as I request (just hand over the reins after five minutes so you can feel free to say no)
Meet in a hotel bar. Again, dress as I request. I’ll send you upstairs to play with yourself. I’ll join you if invited.
Meet for a conventional dinner date, suffused with expectation. Oh, and me fingering you under the table.
Drink at a bar, flirting shamelessly. I’ll watch. At a certain point, I’ll swoop in. You may decide if you want to leave with me.
Simply put on a show for me in your hotel room: I want to see you in (and out of) every item of clothing you packed.
I want to see your grey hairs.
I want to pull your grey hairs.
I wouldn’t mind cumming on your grey hairs.
Oh I do love the strangers in a bar idea. One day. I shall do that.
(I have just heart-stoppingly almost posted with my work disqus login. If I ever do that and need you to delete it you had better be available on the button!!)
It’s tempting to suggest that we discuss my willingness to do so over a drink.
Why don’t you formulate a list of pros and cons.
I’ll make a contingency plan in case my cover is well and truly blown because I’m on a flight to heaven knows where to meet a stranger in a bar to discuss buttons.
I always like the use of the word “button” as a euphemism for clit.
And here’s me being terribly literal about haberdashery. 🙂
So. Where were we?
Discussing buttons, I think. And whether you would be prepared to push them on my behalf :))
Any button you like, dear.
And I think the climax to such a round of double ententre is, in the vernacular, “Oo-er Mrs”
Over here, it’s “Heh heh – she said ‘climax.'”
An appropriate use of language I thought. (do you see I am being rather squashed into a corner here >>)
One of us needs to get the last word in. I’ll let it be you: free pass – no response to your next one. I promise.
But I have not yet decided if you are a man whose promise is to be trusted.
That’s haberdashery in English as opposed to the language you speak!
Indeed. I was wondering.
Fingering under the table? I can barely have my legs stroked. Innnerestingg.
What happens if your legs are stroked?