Tall Sweet Guy
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Dec 29, 2003
- Posts
- 304
... "could you throw in a piece of that good Parmigiano Reggiano to go with the buffalo mozzarella and the chianti classico."
"That'll be all?" she asked, looking up at me with her playful eyes, "that's it, thanks" I said, "I think I've spent more than I had anyway!"
My visa card was hit hard but the dinner was going to be good. It was for my wife's 30th. I had gone the full Italian bit, starting with good proscuitto wrapped around organic asparagus and truffles over home made pasta right through to expensive cheeses and Italian wines. We had a dozen friends coming around that night and I had been cooking all day.
And it was worth it. My wife is gorgeous: intelligent, sexy, goodlooking - in a down-home kinda way, kind, friendly, a good sense of humour and a great smile ... but why does my cock twitch whenever that gourmet deli assistant smiles at me like that? And why do I spend so much time masturbating while reading Lit?
As I took my things to the car I felt like a complete arsehole for having these thoughts; yet my cock had swelled in my jeans and as I walked it rubbed against my silk boxers burning an image of that girl into my mind.
...
"That'll be all?" she asked, looking up at me with her playful eyes, "that's it, thanks" I said, "I think I've spent more than I had anyway!"
My visa card was hit hard but the dinner was going to be good. It was for my wife's 30th. I had gone the full Italian bit, starting with good proscuitto wrapped around organic asparagus and truffles over home made pasta right through to expensive cheeses and Italian wines. We had a dozen friends coming around that night and I had been cooking all day.
And it was worth it. My wife is gorgeous: intelligent, sexy, goodlooking - in a down-home kinda way, kind, friendly, a good sense of humour and a great smile ... but why does my cock twitch whenever that gourmet deli assistant smiles at me like that? And why do I spend so much time masturbating while reading Lit?
As I took my things to the car I felt like a complete arsehole for having these thoughts; yet my cock had swelled in my jeans and as I walked it rubbed against my silk boxers burning an image of that girl into my mind.
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