New Tangent On Dinner Date

Taylor Alison Swift arrives early evening, dressed in a single white button up shirt and skin tight black yoga pants underneath. You are amused at her attempt to block your immediate access to her cunt. Though she could be wearing pants or shorts so she must be resigned to spending the night, at least.

Smoothly you open the door before Taylor is able to actually knock, “Good evening Ms. Swift” you greet her with a warm gracious smile.

Things you own; own you.

The tension in Taylor’s shoulders is obvious as it relaxes somewhat with your gracious greeting. She had little reason to expect different from what your past meetings have gone. Yet change is of want to tame a wild filly like her.

As she walks in you ease her white London fog long coat off lithe shoulders. She is obvious flustered again but this time by your lake of assaulting her physically. You are without doubt that she also smells the chilli you have been cooking for the both of you.

Cooking is a skill you developed early in life. It has served you well in business negotiations, as the easiest way to anyone’s heart is through their stomach.

“What are you doing, Mr. John Doe?” Taylor asks testily.

You smile as you guide Taylor to the dining room before helping her sit by pulling the a chair out for her.

With a drawn out sigh Taylor comes to some decision she was contemplating since last she met you. “I hope that you are prepared for what this entails. Before everything was in private.

“Now you hint at **** to entice me to agree to a dinner date at your house… publically.”

You grab the chilli off the stove and bring it to the table. Filling Tay Tay’s bowl up before you sit opposite of her, though the table is small and round. This home reflected how successful you are, that being very, though it pales in comparison to her singing career.

The memory of your massive organ down that billion dollar throat instantly lights a fire in your eyes. You quiet down to a low simmer until later.

“How does that make you feel Tay Tay? That I am your boyfriend now?”

Tay Tay laughs menacingly, “We are friends now? You successfully orchestrate **** me and now by perforce I publically acknowledge you as my boyfriend.

“You do know I write songs from my heart about my boyfriends. Billions of people go to stadiums to watch and listen to me perform those songs.”

This is why you want Tay Tay more than any other woman. She refuses to let anything deter her from what she wants. She uses words like the sharpest blades on Terra instead of blunt instruments like a politician.