wine, dine & 69

I want to ask you.
Take me out for dinner.
I’ll carry my most beautiful smile.
Radiant eyes and dito everything.
I will pick my outfit with precision. For you.
I know you’ll do the same. For me.
For me. Mine. You. This evening.
I wait with desire. My heart beats expectantly.
There you are, delicious.
I step in with you. Into your car, but also into your heart.
I look at you and open my legs slightly. You look back. Precise.
You drive away. Into the night. She is ours.
Not much talking in the car. We want to really feel the atmosphere that reigns between us, hot, sultry, horny.
Your one hand loosely at the wheel, your other one wanders. Right.
I bow to you and kiss you softly in your neck.
My hand where your cock is getting hard baby… just about now.
Gently squeeze, rub, tease, moan, adjust, need more space.
Show you my wet pussy, go in me for a moment, let me taste you my fingers. Amuse. Me.
You and me, on the road together. Where too is always a surprise. That always fits. We always fit.
Going into the restaurant so proud at your side.
Beautiful evening and golden promises.
Exhilarated, thrilled and in ecstasy.
Exquisite taste, you, in everything.
How you share and how you play.
How you laugh and how you may.
Everything is allowed.
Everything is possible.
Everything long and long(ing) for everything.
Eating, drinking, laughing, talking, wondering, kissing, tongues, again, looking at each other, inviting, joining, enjoying, pleasure, state of mind, familiar, same, same, but different is the other way around, you, but me too. Understand?
This evening has our name on it. So reverse.
Wine, dine & 69, baby.

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All artwork by Puck Rietveld