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It’s still crazy as fuck and they all still fuck like they’re crazy.
It reminds me that while I’ve changed parts of me will always be the same. I’m still the same guy who agreed with his brothers and cousins to set up a sex club. I’m still the same guy who’s about to dive into a billion dollar fortune with The Odyssey Hotels and take over the Caribbean.
I’m still a voyeur. That hasn’t changed one bit.
I like watching the dark fantasy unfold before me and as I hear the gentle echo of footsteps coming towards me I know it’s my babygirl.
I look at her wearing a sheer gold slip the same color as her hair. It hugs her breasts and leaves nothing to the imagination.
She’s wearing a black and gold mask with the same color featherings.
And, gold lipstick.
The only distinction of color are her rose tipped nipples pressing against the fabric.
See I’m not like the others. I want people to see my woman, see what she looks like and know she’s mine.
I can tell anybody now that beautiful woman approaching me knows she has me under her spell.
It’s still fucking hot like hell and it’s the last week in September. Even though it’s supposed to be a cooler month it’s still stifling, and suffocating.
Know, what’s hotter?
Her.
Maria Cipriani.
This former‘friend’of mine who will be my wife soon. I can’t wait until spring.
There’s no trace of the little pixie, fairylike features tonight.
She’s the wild erotic fairy and tonight she’ll pull me into another dark fantasy.
The kind that will leave a badass mobster like me begging for more.
“Baby…” I say as she gets to me. I take her hand and kiss her knuckles.
“You were watching…” she smiles as I walk around her and check out her fine body. I give her lush ass a gentle squeeze and run my fingers over the flat of her stomach like I’m marking my territory with my fingertips.
“Aren’t I always Babygirl?”
“Yes… I don’t want to get jealous. They’re still talking about you. All the girls. They still want you.” She flutters her lashes.
“That so?”
“Yes, I set them straight though. Told them you were mine.”
I smile at her and nod. “Well said.” I pick up a lock of her hair and her smile widens.
I take her hand and we fall into a slow dance when the music changes to a low beat.
I press my lips to her ear and inhale that sweet vanilla scent of her. It drives me wild.
“I lost my keys again,” she whispers against my skin.
I smile. We’re playing this game again.
“Did you lose them in the sex dungeon?”
