It was a night to remember. A night of passion, a night of romance. Libbie and I had been dating and we both felt that spark when we first met. That passion in every conversation, event, or… situation that you hope for going into things. She was an absolute knockout. A confident smile punctuated with a curvaceous body and a swath of golden curls around her soft face. We'd been flirtatious in our texts before date night, but today's were rather… intimate. She'd been going on about how she couldn't wait to "take control" tonight and make ME hers…
My masculine nature was challenged. Aroused, but challenged. Her last text was sent while I was stuck in traffic less than five minutes from her apartment.
"Hope your hungry boo, cuz you're getting TWO meals tonight… ;)"
That wench. She knew I had a weakness for giving head. For me, there was nothing more satisfying than hearing a girl moan at my direct touch. Getting a good taste was also nice. Rather than give her more ammo to frustrate me in the car I merely told her that sounded lovely. Because I… Had a plan.