Dear Diary,

Rage was in his eyes. They spoke quietly to me like fireflies. And between ice cream dreams I melted with just one glance. He only offered a look that was enough to get me hooked. His manly swagger made me groan and the sweet sound of violin played a lustful song with high frequency mounting in this clitoral pulsation. He sat confident and with his deep voice requested a drink from the bartender. I watched his lips wooing my mind with a wicked sexual tale. He teased without touching me. I saw myself slipping into his drink. Amaretto sour tongue. Intoxicating myself in his stateliness. Rain was rumored to pour tomorrow, desire’s prediction was now. Strings of violin followed me. Strutting my Creole derriere towards him.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked

He looked me up with probing eyes and a sexy grin. Already he was nursing his drink, but soon he might get thirsty again.

Yes, I wanted him bad. The well has been dry for too damn long. I wanted him to know without words what I was seeking. I handed him my business card and walked away.

Later on he was at my place.

I was ready for him.

He blended strawberries and banana with his tongue. My round thighs not shy crawled to him and we milk shake on a feathered bed. The moment he pulled out my G-string we amplified the room with details inducing sugary waves with motion. His large rugged hands clung to my Congo hips and I rattled when his trumpet bi bi bopped with a tune synchronizing with strings of violin. He inserted some chocolate M&M’s inside my vagina. I couldn't believe it, this was a first for me.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

I tried to catch my breath when I felt him go down for a taste test. Oh God, I was in heaven. There was an acoustic response when he licked and sucked and my center string. M&M’s melted in his mouth and violin played louder. The bed squeaked his name over and over. I didn't want the night to end, but we had run out of M&M's and I quickly put on some clothes and rushed to the store to get some more.