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Bella At The Bellagio
A Night To Remember
We are all checked into our suite at The Bellagio.
“Oh my God this suite is fabulous,” she says.
Bella walks to the large window and opens the curtains.
“This view makes me as horny as watching you lead a Tiger fast-break, throwing an alley-oop for a thunderous dunk.”
She giggles.
I walk towards her and respond:
“This suite is what a warrior king secures for his amazon queen after defeating his lifelong enemy. The villainous North Carolina Tarheels.”
“Kiss me, my Lord,” she says in her British accent.
“Boo, not the accent.”
“Yes my Lord, the accent and the boots.”
Ever since we watched this PBS documentary about black British actresses. Bella breaks out her Queen of England accent.
A black girl with a British accent and thigh-high boots, you know the kind Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman, makes my knees weak.
We kiss passionately for several minutes and she backs away.
“Not just yet. I wrote you a love letter. I want to read it to you after we christened the room. Give me a few minutes to put myself together, my Lord.”
