I've been feeling a little bored by my seduction techniques. I feel like I'm always setting the scene with candles and sexy lingerie, or bubble baths and massages. Tonight, I'm going to pretend it is just dinner. I invite Bryan over to my place for dinner...at least that's what I'm telling him. I lure him with the foodβI'm a great cook and he's always very appreciative, and do a bit of bait and switch when he gets there...all that's on the menu (for starters) is me. If he's good, I have made dessert, and I'll feed him that later, but only if he earns it. But I promise, I'm looking like one tasty dish, and smelling like it too, so I am sure he won't feel deprived. I also have some flavored lube, so I'll taste pretty darn good too, once we get there. Going with that food metaphor, I hope he likes it raw, because that's all he's getting tonight...no fancy candles or seduction--just me in an outfit sure to make his eyes pop, some music on the cd player so we can get loud and no one will notice, and skin so soft he'll never want to stop touching me.
I hear the door, and I let out my breath, straighten my spine, and open the door. Matt's eyes widen, since I've come to the door wearing a black velvet burnout negligee...velvet swirls around my breasts, black mesh over the nipples...strategic black velvet swirl pattern over my tummy...the ends of the pattern making a strategic point to lower regions...which are again covered with black mesh...nearly see through, leaving little to the imagination. On my feet, three inch heels; I was tall to begin with and this makes us almost see eye to eye. A good thing tonight.
I pull him inside, a little roughly and he comments on the lack of dinner smells coming from the kitchen. (This is the first thing he mentions, I think to myself? Maybe I'm wasting my numerous talents on this guy.) Instead of answering I just pull him closer, so he can get a whiff of me...which he does and tells me I smell good enough to eat. With a smirk, I tell him that's the plan.