silverlaker

We finally got it on. Poppy & I went out to dinner on Friday to discuss about maybe collaborating on some upcoming projects. I had wondered before hand if her wanting to talk business w/ me was just a disguised attempt to get in my pants. I hoped it was. But she did have some solid ideas. I think we may be able to create some nice work together. She was wearing tight jeans and heels- the Diesels. Her nipples were calling to me all through dinner. It couldnt be helped. We were both glowing- champagne is good like that. I leaned in next to her once we were alone in the car. Fighting this thing was futile. She knew it. So she leaned in closer and instantly our hands were on each other. Lips suckling, biting. Tongues swirling and licking. Oh, the rush was incredible. Nothing like new love. We went back to Sunset Drive and did some speed. King was asleep. His bedtime cocktail assortment always put him out. Perfect, since both Poppy & I were quite noisy. More champagne and up till 5 am, sliding & grinding. She left for her place when she realized it was dawn. I guess she wanted to be there if & when Bern comes home...

Whatever..

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