I saw you the minute I walked in. The white surrounding your beautiful appearance made you shine against the soft lighting.

I knew I had to have you. What an evening it would be. The slow caress, testing for firmness with just a little jiggle. Some people call it love at first sight. I call it impossible to resist. I could tell a light slap on this Saturday night, and that jiggle would last for hours.

I had to have you, and I wanted to cover you with oils that would make you shine. I would dip my bald head in oil and rub it all over you if I could, but that might ruin the mood, and the dance is the timeless art of seduction.

I knew what to do to get your juices flowing. It was time to turn up the heat, massage you, add light scents, and surround you with wonderful fragrances. Not too much on one side. Every good relationship needs a little balance.

I know you like to be flipped over and slapped a bit. Maybe even a little poke here and there to show my intent and what was to come.

Communication is important. You tell me when you’re ready.

Usually with a sizzle.

I even ordered us a nice glass of red wine. I’m a gentleman, after all.

I would slowly lift you from the altar and place you on a beautiful white background so you would stand out. So sensual. So inviting. So ready.

We were missing just one thing before moving to the next phase.

A buttered baked potato.

Now my filet mignon dinner was complete.