I want to pick you up at your place. I would appear in a nice outfit (maybe social pants, a belt, a top and a big loose T-shirt tied up in my waist, with nice sneakers) and give you a bag with a box of chocolates or a slice of cake or brownie.
For desert, that’s what I would say.
I would drive us across the city, going to a nice place, where the food is good, the service is thoughtful and the ambience is reserved and good enough so we could feel comfortable. Along the way, I would place, I would make you laugh and compliment your outfit - which I’m sure is outstanding.
The music in the car wouldn’t be too loud, just there to soundtrack the night. Maybe it’s something you recommended me to listen to? So I could show you that I listen to you when we talk and that I appreciate the bits of you that you’re willing to let me know.
I would make sure I sit next to you at the table, so I can hold your hand, smile at you and keep my glance at you during the whole night. Every story you decided to tell me, I would listen to, circling your back with the palm of my hand or putting a lock of your hair behind your ear.
Nothing too explicit, just gestures of praise and attention, to make you feel seen, important and wanted. Because you are. Tonight it’s all about you.
I would tell good stories too, making you laugh and engage in my company, while my body is always in touch with yours. My leg caressing yours, my hand around your shoulders, my voice tone being always inviting.
If you decide to drink alcohol, I would order water for the waiter, so you can stay hydrated. Nothing for me, thank you very much. I’m good with my soda or my ice tea. I want to make sure you’re safe when I’m behind the wheel and I want to remember this night, so I wouldn’t dare drink anything that would numb my senses and prevent me from taking care of you afterwards.
We would leave the restaurant and I’d invite you for a walk in a nearby park. Obviously, I would lend you a coat or a jacket, so you can smell my perfume. We would listen to the wind in trees, see the city lights, walk at a slow pace and hold hands, appreciating each other's company.
During the interactions, if you ever tease me or test my boundaries, I would raise an eyebrow and say, careful, meu bem. You’re biting more than you can chew. But I would allow it, to see how far you’re willing to go.
Back in the car, I would place my hand in your tight, lightly scratching your skin, to remind you that the night isn’t over and the soft part within me is giving space for my other side.
At your place, I would place you against the closed door and kiss you like I was starving and you were the feast that’s been waiting for me. I would make you lose your breath and, when I moved my lips to your neck to mark you as mine, with my hand at the back of your neck and my knee between your tights, I would whisper in your ear - you asked for it, meu bem, now you’re going to take it.
I would lick the perfume out of your cleavage, scratch your tights and your bear skin, strip you in bed and use your clothes to blind you and tie you up. Let me lay you down and see how much the praises and attention made you wet, baby girl.
And be sure that I would take my time with you. I would kiss, lick, suck and bite your innertights, I would place my hands on your hips and outline your body with them before my mouth explored you raw and wet. You can moan and say my name, baby, but that won’t make me stop. As a matter of fact, it will only make me keep up for more and more.
And only when you have tears falling from your blindfolded eyes and you’re begging for me fuck you that I will slide my fingers in you and fill you up.
Not until you’re so broke and fallen apart that I will carefully build you up again, take care of you, and give you a place where you can pick up the pieces scattered on the floor.
