I poured us a glass each and carried them through to her, setting hers on a small table beside her and stood by the fire to watch her. We raised glass...s and smiled at each other, the tension in me all but gone. She told me to sit at her feet. She read me poetry, from a small leather bound book, poetry she had written, some I had read before but all new with her voice, and her hand stroking my hair as I listened and she read. I rested my head on her knee. Her poems are dark, opening my mind to. Unable to resist you, I eagerly follow your guidance towards spots you seldom let anyone kiss despite deeply coveting it, discovering that, unbeknownst to me, you have already shed your garments.I feel your gaze observing my performance through eyes half-closed before you throw your head back in pleasure and your siren-like voice keeps fueling the blazing desire in my loins. Not yet willing to grant you your satisfaction, I take in the visuals of your mouth agape mimicking the expression of. Well you know. He's the only one that I ever went all the way with and ... and I only let him go all the way with me a couple of times ... it's so ... you know ... so personal and all." Fuck me. Just a second ago you were asking to suck my cock, now you're telling me you've only been screwed a couple of times, I don't know. It's fucking weird. What the hell is some seventeen-year old kid doing out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere with dumb-fuck no one anyway?" Art took a little time hefting. . but Istopped fighting.Our first date was on the anniversary of when Calvin first blackmailed me.I knew I was the most alluring woman in the restaurant, but I was stillnervous. I wasn't afraid that anybody would think I'm a man in drag...I was afraid that I looked too good. The gown that I wore must have costa small fortune on its own, not to mention the jeweled necklace andearrings. The day prepping at the salon surely cost several hundreddollars alone and was probably the least.