Creampie After Dinner
I slipped on the headset, and suddenly the world around me shifted. It was our first date, and I had planned everything—soft lights, good food, and a perfect dinner. Nicole, the stunning Asian-American woman sitting across from me, had other plans from the very start. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her smile hinting that she wasn’t here for the menu. When dessert arrived, she leaned closer, whispering words that erased the night’s script. Her voice carried a promise I couldn’t ignore, begging me to take her somewhere far more private. Back in the suite, the way she moved, the way she looked at me was more vivid than anything I’d ever known. My pulse raced as every gesture, every glance pulled me deeper into her world. The sweetness of the evening’s final course was just the beginning.
