He talked to me. All night. Deep passionate kisses. The kind that leave you breathless and wanting him to touch you. Talking and kissing. More talking and kissing. More kissing. And then the kind of goodbye that is almost painful. And then more kissing. More of that trying to say goodnight. More kissing.
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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable
I'm not entirely sure you would call it a date; I met him at a swinger's party we'd just about given up on. So we said our goodbyes and said we were going home, and he said he wanted to dance before we left. When we got onto the dance floor, he said, "I wanna lick ya."
I found his lack of artifice refreshing, and irresistible. The memories of that evening still rank among my favorites.
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