He asked me if I wanted the Shocker. I in turn responded: Let me give you one......Personal Quote

Your Date:
I was freaking;! I had 30 minutes to get ready and all I kept thinking about was "What the Fuck Do I wear"? I can't let him see me like this. Fuck! OK, Fine. Skinny Jeans, and T-shirt tonight. I'll try to accent it with some jewelery? Fuck why did I wait so long to get ready. Damn Internet! This is what happens when you sit on Facebook for most of the day, right. Silly me. Checklist. Shower? Done. Makeup? Done. Bed Made? Done. Shoes? Where are my Fuckin shoes. Sandals it is. Buzzer Rings. My dogs are going Crazy. Why are they so fuckin stupid. Fuck, I need a cigarette. Might as well.....Cabbie tells me to forget about and throw out my smoke. Great beginning to my night. Where to? I have no idea. I frantically check my phone for the address. Washington and Wells. Take me there. Why the Fuck is he talking on the phone...?? Fuckin Cab Drivers. I am sweating. The tension is building up and making my Left eye twitch. I should have worn a skirt. Silly Girl. I should have smoked some pot before I left. Fuckin Idiot....

We meet. He's cute. I bet he is starring at my legs. Dick. They are just shoes Man. Dinner was nice. A quite little spot in the City. WE had a few drinks. Not too much, I didn't want to get all flussie. As we sat across from each other he spoke of his work, sports, more on his work and more Sports. Never once asking me about myself. Do i look that bad that you might not be interested? Yeah, you are probably right. I am a little pale. After dinner we headed across the street to a little bar and had a few more glasses of wine. he was looking more attractive, mind you the boring words coming out of his mouth.All i wanted to do was kiss him but i didn't want to be the first one to make a move. It was awkward enough. After finishing the wine he asked me if i wanted to join him back at his place. I froze and told him I had to get up early the next morning for an interview. i am such a bad Liar. We paid the tab and left. He gradually walked me to a cab and went in for a Kiss and i turned my cheek. Fool. oh well, don;t want to come off too Easy. The cab ride home was a collection of the events hours prior. Maybe next time would be better? i wonder if he calls. Entering my home, I close my door and gently lay my head on my pillow and dream the night away. Fuck; I should check my email.........


What Really Happened:
I had time before my Date. I actually went for a walk about 30 minutes before actually preparing myself for the Evening. I was not really in a rush. I am not one to "work" it so much beforehand. I take it Naturally. I dropped on my bed. Thinking of my next writing adventure. Oh Fuck: What to wear tonight? Heels, definitely Heels. I stepped in front of the mirror and glanced at my reflection. Sweetly feminine? Yes. I was running behind so I had to skip a lot of things. A shower was not one of them. Its complete downtime for me. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I picked out something Red. I look great in Red, my Mother always said. The thin material clung to my body, gracefully accenting my feminine curves. I slid my fingers down the open V-neckline, which fastened at the waist with two buttons ... the rosy tips of my breasts dimpling the fabric. Ah, seductive! Dabbing a little perfume on my body, inhaling deeply to absorb the exotic fragrance. I set my wallet and lipstick in my hand-wallet, beaded with pearls. I strung a single strand of silken pearls around my slender throat, as I slid my feet into Heaven: Black, high-heeled Stilettos. The buzzer rang. My Cab was Here. I started for the front door, and stepped into the evening breeze. Think I can catch a smoke before we take off, I asked my Cabbie. Get in here said. Yes, Sir! We exchanged smiles.

We met. He was handsome. A little Boyish grin ran across his face. He was Shy. I like you Red. The dress I assumed. I told him I preferred Black but I didn't give much thought into my wardrobe tonight. He laughed as if i was being sarcastic. Too bad for him, I wasn't. We walked down a street where we passed a little shop. Do you mind? There it was. A perfect little Black dress. I wanted it. Bad. Not for him to see, but for me.

I nervously twirled my ash-Blondie hair around my fingers, accented with long nails and red nail polish. Glancing down at the Black, silk dress, sighing to myself. The thin fabric delicately graced the curves of my tall, thin body. The deep V-neckline, open to the waist at the front, revealed the creamy smoothness of my soft and delicate breasts, straining against the fabric. I had better Plans tomorrow ... I had to buy this dress. I bought it. I changed there in the store. Black was always one of my favorite colors. Stepping outside the store I could help but him noticing me. I could tell what he was thinking. I sure hope he could see what I was. Upon entering the Cab on our way to Dinner, he slightly placed his hand on my leg. Nice shoes he said. I know. Before stopping the cab and gradually before his hand went any further down my leg, we exited. Dinner Time. We sat across from each other at a little table in the corner of this authentic Gem in the City. No candlelight. The way I prefer. It was refreshing. We talked of the day; the weather; the World. He was more of a Sports fan, so I let him entertain me with his love of the White Sox and how they were ending up so far this year. I nodded; I tried to act like I was paying attention, but I had other things on my mind. I don't know if it was the fact we were sitting in a corner table across from each other, or the darkness of the room around us, but as he Spoke drastically about Chicago Love for Baseball, I gently placed my hand under my new dress and slowly, one leg after another, worked my way out of my thong. He stopped mid sentence and asked me" Don't you think people are watching?" with a grin of course. I said " Do you mind? No, was his Answer. "If you don't mind why would they?" He was frantically nervous the rest of the night. He was slurring his words. In a mid conversation about me discussing that I can't discuss what I do for a living, he stopped me and said. "Did you serious really do that?" I didn't speak. I just passed my garments under the table to him. "Good answer" he said. After Dinner is when we drink. We drink a lot. Especially if we are not planning on going home alone. Since I didn't masturbate before I left for the evening, I was aching. You know that feeling. That aching pain that pinches in between your legs when you starve yourself of what it really needs. He was an accessory. A meaningless accessory. He would do, I suppose. I thought many times that night iIcould just go home alone and finish this, but where would the fun be in that?

It was a quarter past 3 and he was a little tipsy. More then me. The cab ride to my house was fun. But inside would be worth writing about.

I have new appreciation for the one-person-naked-and-the-other-person-dressed sex scenario. I wasn't ready to take this new Dress off yet.
Somehow in the process of him laying naked on my Bed and me sitting in my Chair across from him at the other end of the room, smoking my cigarette, he let his hands get the better of him and he ended up making exceedingly good use of all that pent up sexual energy I had been generating all night. A favourite erotic moment. I was insanely randy. The orgasms came really quickly as I sat there in my Chair, watching him, but the disappointment over the speed of attaining them was dulled by the sexy intensity and sensuality of it all. He got me off something fierce. And something soft. And something rough. And something kinky. And something perfect. A bunch of times. Devil's Toy. Not once did I have to Touch him. I spent years thinking of sex as a reward for when things are good. Not a release when things are not so good. And now, it's everything. It celebrates the great, heals the bad, nurses the worries, remedies the cramps, distracts from the headaches, confirms the absurd, makes a brilliant mockery of everything that weighs my heart down. But mostly just carries me away.

I had to make him Leave. I was setting him up for failure. How could I have resisted though. He made it Too Easy. That's why...
Now the dress comes off. Its all I have Left for the evening. The shoes though; I slept in My Stilettos that night. They make me Smile. I fell asleep in my Chair across from my Bed. The Bed scares me. I kept the door open that night to my Room. You should have seen it...