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“Well, what if I said I want both?”
“And what if I said, you’re talking to the right person?”
My coochie starts to throb, making it harder and harder to resist her. The slow-burning game of seduction is only growing hotter between us.
“Aight, look, mamas,” I say with desire flooding my eyes, “I don’t know if it’s the mimosa kicking in or ovulation. But we can take this into the bathroom right now if you want.”
With a cunning grin, Morgan tilts her head, face embedded with temptation, “Patience, my baby. I have greater plans for you. I just have one more important question to ask.”
“Which is?”
She shrugs, “Well, it’s more of a light demand.” “I’m still listening.”
“Good girl. Since we’re talking about things we have or haven’t done, give me five kinks you’ve always wanted to experience.”
“Just five?”
Morgan nods, holding up five fingers, “Five. For now.”
“Okay, well, I’ve always wanted to watch two people fuck. Obviously, I do it all the time through porn. But I’ve never actually sat to watch two people go at it live and in living color.”
“So, you’re into Voyeurism. Check. What else? Don’t hold back.”
“I want to be double stuffed, too. Like a fuckin’ Oreo cookie. Dick in my mouth. Toy in my pussy. Or my ass. Whichever works the best.”
“Whew. Check.”
“This next one might be a little crazy.” She’s firm and direct, “Say it.”
“Okay then…” I chug the rest of my drink, letting my words flow like a river, “I want to feel pain. I want to be spanked, hard. Have my hair pulled. Choked. Have my nipples twisted.
Whipped with chains. That type of shit.”
For the first time in our entire conversation, Morgan looks almost taken aback by my admission. We both scan the area to make sure nobody heard me, exploding into giggles once we know the coast is clear. She said not to hold back. Well, I’m a woman who listens.
“So, you do have a wild side, huh? Aight then. Check. Two more.” “I want the nastiest, craziest threesome of my life. And…” my hands draw closer to hers, “I want you. To myself. Again, this could be the mimosa talking here. But I really would like to scissor the fuck out of you while your husband watches. Nice, slow and aggressive. Until we’re both dripping down to our ankles.”
Morgan gives a definite look of approval, taking another long sip from her drink. After putting the cup down again, her eyes travel from my face down to my chest. Her parted lips are practically trembling, suggesting the same amount of erotic curiosity as me. If the table between us didn’t exist, I’d likely be between her legs, using her as my one and only appetizer.
“Whew, Lord. See, now we’re getting somewhere,” she says, fanning herself as if it’s sweltering around her, “Again, I love that energy. And also…check.”
“So, with that out of the way, what’s next?”
“That depends. What time are you off tonight?” “Hmm, around eight. Hopefully.”
She nods like my answer is music to her ears, “Perfect. So, at ten tonight, I want you to come over. No more talking. It’s time for you to meet my husband. And for us to actually get something started. Are you cool with that?”
“Of course, I’ll be there.”
“Good girl. I’m texting my address over to you now. Wear something very sexy.”
“With pleasure.”
Morgan simply smiles with confidence, placing her right hand into mine, “Oh, trust me, baby. The pleasure will be ours. Just be ready.”
Chapter Four
WHO CAME TO MAKE SWEET LOVE?
