I texted Frankie: I met a guy.

I was at the restaurant and business was hopping but when I seated him, I knew I wanted to fuck him.

Frankie’s text came back quickly: Want to fuck him?

Yes!

Do it. But I get all the details when you get home.

Of course.

Have fun, baby.

And just like that I knew that the man I’d just seated would be mine for an evening.

I brought fresh bread to their table, which is something the hostess is supposed to do, but I sat the basket right in front of him.

“Something warm for you,” I said.

He grinned up at me, knowing that he had me. That was fine. That got me off. He could have me, use me, fuck me, make me come, and then I’d... Leer Más