His rainy sky-colored eyes shone as he looked at me. The black eyeliner he wore set off those eyes perfectly. The black lipstick made his sensual, soft, pouty lips look even sexier. I longed to spend a hot night of steamy sex with him, but as I wasn't in the least pretty, I didn't figure it was possible.
Our eyes met and he made his way over to me from across the crowded room. The partygoers seemed to part for him. He reached me. "Hey. I've been watching you look at me all night. I think you're quite beautiful, but I'm not interested in females." His husky voice sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, as did his admission of his homosexuality.
"I promise you'll like what I want to do to you... " I said, my blue eyes shining with hope.
"I'm sure I would, but... well, maybe... do you suck cock?" he asked.
"Yes," I said matter-of-factly. He took my hand and led me down the hall of the old mansion we were attending a party at. The room was decorated with black and red silk things, as was the bed dressed with it. He sat down on a black chair and beckoned me over to him.