Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... mob is in, they pay taxes just like the rest of us,” he winked.

“Gangstas are sexy,” she smiled. “I would never want to be around them, but I just think it’s cool how they are. I got a huge crush on Al Pacino before he got all wrinkly. Like um, Scarface and Michael Corleone… whew… hot!”

“So you’ve always been attracted to white men?” Aiden asked.

Daisy froze. The fork was raised halfway to her mouth. “Huh?”

“White men? Pete’s white.”

“Well, I like men. I mean, I got a crush on Terrence Howard and Denzel so… um, I like black men. My daddy’s black. Of course I do.”

Aiden chuckled. “What about Irish men?” he asked, his eyes narrowing on her.

“I’ve just recently noticed how attractive an Irish man can be,” she sassed. “Your turn. You always been attracted to black women?”

“Yes.”

“Really? Why?”

Aiden touched his wine glass and stared at her. Daisy wondered what thoughts went through that mind of his. He was like a spider with a fly. She flew dangerously close to his web, as he watched and waited patiently with those calculating eyes. “I’ve never considered why, but if I had to guess I think it’s based off your first love. Sometimes those first loves stay with you.”

Daisy blinked, first surprised to hear he’d ever been in love, and then, that it was a woman of color. “What happened to her?”

He chuckled. “We were eight. Not sure where she went after that. My nanny was her mother and she was let go when my father married.”

“Oh, how ...

... sad.”

“And Pete is your first love?” he asked, cutting into his steak.

“Yep. First everything. First kiss, first… well, first everything.”

Aiden looked up at her, and her eyes lowered in embarrassment. “Pete’s a good guy; he’s neva cheated on me. He puts up with my crap, and I can be selfish at times.”

“Never cheated, huh?”

“Nope. Never.”

“But he’s willing to let you be with another man?”

“He loves me,” she said sadly, her mood souring. The soft drumming of rain began to sound above deck. The wind across the waters set the boat to rocking. She tried to ignore it.

“Why do you say you’re selfish?” Aiden asked.

Daisy looked up. She sighed. “I was the one that pushed for this.” Her eyes swept the room and returned to his. “I was the one that convinced him it was best for us. It hurt him. Me coming here. I know he’s hurting, and still...”

“And still you came with me,” Aiden finished.

“Yes. Selfish.”

Aiden checked his watch. “More wine?”

“Yes. Please.”

***

Pete strolled back in the room, zipping his pants. That piss sobered him some, enough to really see the setup, and her. “What is this room?”

“The boom-boom room.” laughed Andy.

“People come back here for…”

“Private shows.” She patted the couch next to her. “Have a seat.”

He checked his watch. It was just after five in the evening. He wished it were later. Andy sipped her champagne. “Want a glass?”

“Nah, I’ve had my fill.”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged. She sashayed over to the ...