1. Erica, Luca & The Legend


    Date: 5/9/2024, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Kee 

    ... myself. “Get that, the second coming? That must be it.” I was calming down.

He laughed. I laughed. We both had wine.

“Can we maybe order something and let this kinda marinate in our minds, especially yours.”

“You know more don’t you? Just say yes and we’ll talk later.”

“Okay, a small yes. Later, okay?” as he motioned for the waiter.

“Like your ‘sixth sense’ about me and anal, right?”

“Yeah. Along those lines. Later?”

I agreed and we went on to have a wonderful dinner. Luigi was very attentive. Un-ordered things, piccola stuzzichinos, were periodically brought out to keep whetting our appetites. We finished with Torta Caprese, a wonderful, flourless cake. As the last of our second bottle of wine disappeared, Luca surreptitiously slipped Luigi his credit card. There were some eye movements, hand jesters, Luigi left, he came back, more smiles, we stood, hugs, cheek busses. I guessed it was an Italian thing. A fun way to end an amazing dinner.

The limo pulled up and stopped as we left the restaurant. The driver quickly opened Luca’s door and rushed to get mine. Offering his hand, he assisted me in. Not routinely wearing four-inch heels, I appreciated it. Too bad he was on my right side. He would have had a much more interesting view on my left, not that he missed my boobs as I bent to enter the limo. We both grinned at each other. One enjoys being appreciated.

Once we were underway he told me to get on my knees in front of him facing the driver. The ...
    ... limo had plenty of room for that. “What’s Daddy going to do?” I asked as I complied.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

Then I felt the cool lube and quickly, the plug. “Oh Daddy! You are the Devil, I knew it,” I said laughingly. Then, “Mmmm... I like that Daddy.” As I wiggled my ass. “I think your mind runs in the gutter,” I said teasingly.

“Not as deep as yours my sweet,” he said as he smacked me and pulled me back to him. His embrace was strong and loving.

We went to club, a private club, where he is a member. So private that its name was the SixteenTwelve, and that’s not its address. Its origins were something of a secret. It was an old house that had been totally redone into a club and apparently a few rooms that members could reserve for a night or nights. A band was playing what seemed to be mostly eighties music, post-disco, pre-rap and hip-hop.

He seemed to know everyone there and tried to introduce me to all of them. He was showing me off. I got that pretty quick and played my role, his woman. Something I was beginning to relish more and more.

We finally left and went back to his condo. The term “condo” doesn’t really do it justice. It was one of only two on that floor, three thousand square feet each.

As I walked through the door, WHACK! His hand smacked into my ass, startling me. The stinging shock caused my eyes to water. I turned around and he lightly slapped my cheek.

“You’re really just a cheap slut aren’t you!?” I was dumbfounded. “Admit it! You ...
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