first. He didn’t do it to impress me, he did it because it was a part of who he was.
“So,” Kelvin said as he finally began eating, “these guys that you’ve been dating, what’s been so bad about them?”
I swallowed another bite of my steak and took of sip of the Dom Perignon before answering. “They never seem to have anything about them that’s exciting,” I said. “I don’t know if it’s my pale skin, or what, but everyone I have dated has just been so plain, and boring. No sense of adventure. No passion.”
“So, you’ve been dating assholes?” Kelvin quipped.
“Well, they haven’t all been assholes. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of those too, but most of them have been nice enough. I’ve never been in need of strong, sweeping, romantic gestures. I don’t need flowers delivered to my class every day to where I have to explain to my third graders that I don’t have to have a husband to get flowers. I’m just beginning to come into my own and I want a man who is passionate. I’ve never had passionate.”
“These men weren’t passionate with you? Your nights together weren’t passionate?” Kelvin inquired deeper.
“Ugh. My nights haven’t had much passion. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a virgin or anything like that, but the men I have dated just haven’t really been aces in that department. That’s what I mean about passion. I haven’t dated a man who was into that kind of thing. I’ve probably had less than ten orgasms in my entire life.”
Kelvin’s eyes bulged. “Is that right?”
“Wow. I can’t believe I just said that out loud,” I said. The wine was beginning to go to my head. “That’s a little too much information, but sadly it is true. I’m just saying that I want more, so I’m being a little picky to make sure I’m not unhappy and unsatisfied anymore. I won’t stand for any more of that. I want passion.”
Kelvin took another sip of his wine and glared up at me. He had a small smirk on his face and I could tell he was thinking hard about what I’d just said.
“Well, damn. That is pretty interesting and I feel for you. Ten or so orgasms in twenty-two years is pretty rough,” he said. “So you’ve never had a passionate boyfriend?”
“Nope,” I replied as I poured another glass of Dom.
“So, you’ve never had a man take you out to dinner, and then tell you that he wanted you to hurry up and finish eating so that he could take you into the bathroom, pull your dress up above your waist, slowly pull your panties down, and slip his tongue inside your pussy?”
I stopped in my tracks as the words came smoothly out of his mouth, and I spilled a little wine on the fancy white table cloth. I didn’t know how to respond, and I felt stuck. It was like I was in a block of ice, unable to move but still able to see things going on around me. My heart rate quadrupled and I felt hot all over.
“Umm, not exactly,” was all I could manage to say.
“So, no one has ever pulled you on top of them, and fucked you in the back of a Bentley Mulsanne while driving down the highway?”
My eyes bulged in my head as I felt myself beginning to get wet. Kelvin tilted his head like a puppy again, and flashed a seductive smile as he watched me. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Uh … no,” I said, my voice coming out like a soft, raspy whisper.
“Hmm,” Kelvin uttered. “That’s too bad,” he said.
He was teasing me. It was like he was in my head, learning all of the things that I wished would happen to me, and using them to tease the shit out of me in the middle of the restaurant.
Just then, as Kelvin and I stared at each other, James quickly walked up to the table. He seemed like he was in a hurry.
“Sorry, Kelvin, but we have to go,” he said. I couldn’t help but notice how nervous he looked.
“What are you talking about? Why?” Kelvin answered bitterly as he glared at James, his mood suddenly changing.
James turned slightly and
“So,” Kelvin said as he finally began eating, “these guys that you’ve been dating, what’s been so bad about them?”
I swallowed another bite of my steak and took of sip of the Dom Perignon before answering. “They never seem to have anything about them that’s exciting,” I said. “I don’t know if it’s my pale skin, or what, but everyone I have dated has just been so plain, and boring. No sense of adventure. No passion.”
“So, you’ve been dating assholes?” Kelvin quipped.
“Well, they haven’t all been assholes. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of those too, but most of them have been nice enough. I’ve never been in need of strong, sweeping, romantic gestures. I don’t need flowers delivered to my class every day to where I have to explain to my third graders that I don’t have to have a husband to get flowers. I’m just beginning to come into my own and I want a man who is passionate. I’ve never had passionate.”
“These men weren’t passionate with you? Your nights together weren’t passionate?” Kelvin inquired deeper.
“Ugh. My nights haven’t had much passion. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a virgin or anything like that, but the men I have dated just haven’t really been aces in that department. That’s what I mean about passion. I haven’t dated a man who was into that kind of thing. I’ve probably had less than ten orgasms in my entire life.”
Kelvin’s eyes bulged. “Is that right?”
“Wow. I can’t believe I just said that out loud,” I said. The wine was beginning to go to my head. “That’s a little too much information, but sadly it is true. I’m just saying that I want more, so I’m being a little picky to make sure I’m not unhappy and unsatisfied anymore. I won’t stand for any more of that. I want passion.”
Kelvin took another sip of his wine and glared up at me. He had a small smirk on his face and I could tell he was thinking hard about what I’d just said.
“Well, damn. That is pretty interesting and I feel for you. Ten or so orgasms in twenty-two years is pretty rough,” he said. “So you’ve never had a passionate boyfriend?”
“Nope,” I replied as I poured another glass of Dom.
“So, you’ve never had a man take you out to dinner, and then tell you that he wanted you to hurry up and finish eating so that he could take you into the bathroom, pull your dress up above your waist, slowly pull your panties down, and slip his tongue inside your pussy?”
I stopped in my tracks as the words came smoothly out of his mouth, and I spilled a little wine on the fancy white table cloth. I didn’t know how to respond, and I felt stuck. It was like I was in a block of ice, unable to move but still able to see things going on around me. My heart rate quadrupled and I felt hot all over.
“Umm, not exactly,” was all I could manage to say.
“So, no one has ever pulled you on top of them, and fucked you in the back of a Bentley Mulsanne while driving down the highway?”
My eyes bulged in my head as I felt myself beginning to get wet. Kelvin tilted his head like a puppy again, and flashed a seductive smile as he watched me. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Uh … no,” I said, my voice coming out like a soft, raspy whisper.
“Hmm,” Kelvin uttered. “That’s too bad,” he said.
He was teasing me. It was like he was in my head, learning all of the things that I wished would happen to me, and using them to tease the shit out of me in the middle of the restaurant.
Just then, as Kelvin and I stared at each other, James quickly walked up to the table. He seemed like he was in a hurry.
“Sorry, Kelvin, but we have to go,” he said. I couldn’t help but notice how nervous he looked.
“What are you talking about? Why?” Kelvin answered bitterly as he glared at James, his mood suddenly changing.
James turned slightly and
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