You know how much I love these date nights of ours. I get primped from head to toe, curl and tease my hair so it's bouncy and full, slip on a skin-tight, body-hugging blue cocktail dress (you know how hot I look in blue), and no panties. I tease you throughout the evening, knowing what you know. That dessert will be eaten at home this evening. Let your mouth water over the anticipation of going down on me. Giving me head. Eating me out. After dinner. I always keep my promises, sweetheart. I keep just enough hidden to make you wonder what I'm up to. What sort of sweet nothings are hidden under my dinner dress? But you know it can't be vanilla. But it will taste just sweet enough to make you want more and let go of your inhibitions. Any sex with me is the best sex of your life. And we're having sex after dinner. After we get home, I seductively reveal my intentions. And my cock. I'm still not wearing any panties, and you get to see my perfect pussy between the leather harness straps holding my big fat cock to my mons pubis. My sweet, warm, erect, tantalizing cock. It's attached to the most stunning Goddess you could ever hope to be with. Your luck, just to have me in your life, is astonishing. Don't take it for granted. Lick your lips. Look up at me and fall into my eyes. Go down on me and make me wet. Swallow this sugar cock, devour it whole, let it consume you. I want to see how deeply I can insert it down your throat. I want to see the wetness dribble from your mouth and hear the wet sounds as you look up at your loving Goddess. This is what you truly need, and this is the only way you can have it. It's not "gay," it's cock. My cock. Worn by my powerful, beautiful body and commanded by my endlessly deep eyes and mischievous intentions. Let me feed you dessert, darling.