So, I am having my favorite lunch of lobster ravioli in pink lady sauce at Sal's, when I hear a deep voice behind me.
“Will you be my quirky queen today?”
I turn around, and a thick man with a nicely trimmed, salt and pepper, mustache and beard is beaming down at me.
“It depends on who wants to be king for a day. How 'bout you sit down and chat with me?”
His smile gets bigger as he sits across from me.
“I've been reading your stuff for a week now. I didn't answer, because I'm not really poetic or absurd or any thing like that. But, I got to admit, you turn me on...Very hot. And, when I saw you with the pink hair, I just knew you were the lady making me throb. Is it okay that I talk like this?”
“So far...”
“I am in real estate. Luxury. I think you are going to need my card soon. I just think you are going to be a best seller or some sort of Sex And The City 2016 or something. So, I was wondering if I could show you some properties, and you could maybe show me some things?”
We take a ride out to the county. It was a really beautiful ride, perfect weather, large fields punctuated by grand houses. We turned off the highway and visited this beautiful house on a hill.
He pushed me against the door and pushed his tongue into my mouth.
He, then, asked me to undress and pose for him in the fireplace. I am not that much of a model, so I only did a few poses, before I asked him to join me.
The fireplace floor was uneven and roughed my hands and knees.
He filled the quiet property with a lot of dirty talk and growling. He filled me.
C, I will definitely keep your card.
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