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A Lustful Love Story
Tales from An American Baller
We walk in silence. I glance over and she offers a smile; I think how can I be so lucky to have this gorgeous creature want me just as much as I want her? I tell myself to breathe and relax.
We make it back to her apartment. I take a seat on her sofa. She turns on the lamp from the end table.
“Beer or wine?”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
She brings out two large wine glasses half filled.
“Pinot.” She says.
Handing me a glass. Leslie then says words that will make me love her until the end of time.
“Prince or Michael.”
“Prince. Anything, Prince.”
“I have a tape of B sides,” she replies.
She hits play and takes a seat as close as two people could sit. We hit glasses.
“Cheers!”
I sip and go kiss her neck. Leslie purrs.
I move my mouth next to hers; she places the wine glass against my lips.
“Not just yet.”
Then she moves to the far end of the couch. Leslie lowers the lighting, darkening the room, however, her piercing green eyes seem to spotlight her countenance.
