So the part where your waist flares out into your hips is pretty fucking magical. You know that?
Possible scenarios: 1) Meet for a movie. 2) Meet for chaste coffee, just chat. 3) Meet in a bar, dress as I direct…
… and do as I request (just hand over the reins after five minutes so you can feel free to say no)
Meet in a hotel bar. Again, dress as I request. I’ll send you upstairs to play with yourself. I’ll join you if invited.
Meet for a conventional dinner date, suffused with expectation. Oh, and me fingering you under the table.
Drink at a bar, flirting shamelessly. I’ll watch. At a certain point, I’ll swoop in. You may decide if you want to leave with me.
Simply put on a show for me in your hotel room: I want to see you in (and out of) every item of clothing you packed.
I want to see your grey hairs.
I want to pull your grey hairs.
I wouldn’t mind cumming on your grey hairs.