Our theme this month has been romantic dinners. Thought I'd do an original shorty
short for you. Happy month of love.
Language Alert: Adult Language
NAUGHTY 50 SHADES DINNER DATE:
It sucked that she broke up with him on Valentine’s Day. The
restaurant was all set. The special dessert was ordered. He had picked out the
special champagne he wanted to serve, and then Karin called and dropped the
bomb she was running off with another Navy guy—not a SEAL—for all the fuckin’
douchebag of reasons, but a guy who worked in personnel. How’s that for a life of fuckin’ hot times?
Well, he would be around more, she said. And he was a good
kisser. Navy SEAL Keith Rusk had always thought kissing was a prelude to all
the tasting and licking he could get. It was foreplay. Important, but foreplay
nonetheless.
No, little miss hot pants would have to satisfy herself
looking at her hero behind a desk of manila folders, instead of naked in the
water, covered in tats, hard as a cannon and willing to swim five miles just to
fuck her. If she couldn’t handle that kind of intensity, literally, FUCK. HER.
The dinner had been prepaid on his San Diego Venture card,
so he had to use it or lose it. He could certainly drink for two. Maybe he’d
just take the second dinner home. It would certainly be better than the
microwave dinners he was used to.
So, dressed in a crisp white shirt and blue jeans, he left
his red tie with the little hearts stuffed in his pocket, and slipped on his
new dark blue jacket. It was still Valentine’s Day, and he was determined to
find one. But first he had to eat.
The little Bistro had a fireplace in one corner, and he had
reserved that particular table. The waiter showed him to it quickly frowned
when he informed him that his date was detained. He asked for the champagne and
told him to order barbeque Drake’s Bay oysters on the half shell with hot sauce
and lots of lemon.
Keith leaned back and took a sip, surveying the crowd and
that’s when he saw her. She wore a red dress that was cut low enough he could
see how firm but well built she was. Her tiny pointed elbows rested on the
starched white tablecloth as she sipped a glass of bubbly between dainty
fingers with red nail polish that matched her dress. And she was also scanning
the room. The chair across from her was vacant.
The instant they made eye contact he was zapped with an
electric current that nearly took his breath away. She fawned shy, which he
loved, and then slowly looked back up to him with her lips asking the question
he could very easily answer. He raised his glass and toasted to her. She sipped
right along with him, and then smiled. The wetness of her bubbly made her pouty
lips shine in the candlelight.
His waiter arrived with the oysters and blocked the view.
Irritated, he grabbed the man’s lapel and forced him to bend down. “Ask the
lady in red over there if she’d like to join me.”
The waiter glanced in her direction and nodded. Thirty
seconds later, her impossibly curvy and soft form glided over to his direction,
her fingers barely holding on to the slender glass flute. Tiny red sling-back
heels, dress coming just below the knee but with a slit up one side perfect for
an errant hand. The waiter seated her and she leaned in, presented her glass,
and let his touch hers in a soft clink.
It was probably his imagination, but the champagne tasted
sweeter and contained more bubbles.
“Oysters?” he asked. He could have asked for her name, but
he wanted to eat his oysters.
“Love to.” She didn’t wait for him to present them, but
reached over the tea light candle and helped herself to one, her red heart
dangling bracelet nearly toppling his glass. Looking at him in the eyes, she
smiled, opened those gorgeous lips ad let the oyster slide onto her tongue. She
licked her lips while she devoured the little barbequed creature in all its
glory.
Keith had the biggest hard-on of his life. He was thinking
clothing malfunctions, feeding her oysters in bed, wanting to lap lemon juice
between her breasts and perhaps some salsa other places.
His cell phone went off and when he pulled it out of his
pocket, his red tie fell on the tabletop. One of his SEAL Team 3 guys had
chosen the wrong time to connect, so he turned it off without answering. But
she’d picked up the tie and was winding it around her wrists.
“Tie me up.”
It was a simple statement, but was so unexpected, he
hesitated. He took a look around and found the couple next to them was
whispering and he was fairly sure he was the object of their discussion.
What the hell.
The little hearts were massaged and stuffed together in a
silk pucker as he tied a bow after her wrists were bound in a double figure
eight. She left her elbows on the table as she said, “Now you’ll have to feed
me.”
Well all right.
“Maybe you should come and sit next to me?” he said.
She shook her head slowly. “No.”
She didn’t give him a choice. Adjusting his pants, he pulled
her binding closer towards him, which forced her to lean over the table, nearly
causing her breasts to become dislodged from their red satin stays. She
scooted closer under the table and their knees touched, then interlocked. She
held his right knee between hers and rubbed the inside of her lower leg against
his calf, and then down, inching forward and squeezing him again.
He didn’t care who was looking as he took one of her fingers
in his mouth and sucked on the red nail polish.
The waiter came to clear their table for dinner, but there
were two oysters left. “One for me and one for you,” Keith said to her,
dismissing the waiter.
“Perfect. First, I watch you, and then you watch me, okay?”
she said.
“Of course.” He ate another delicious oyster, and then
picked up the oyster shell, presenting it with lots of salsa to her lips. She
took it, slurping as she did so. A trickle of oyster juice trailed down her
chin on the left. He used his thumb to remove the liquid, and presented it to
her while she sucked.
“I still think you should move over next to me for the main
course,” he whispered.
“Let’s see how well you do,” she answered.
He helped her drink the champagne, then ordered another
bottle. They ate their salad carefully, watching each other. She held the
candied pear and cheese parts between her teeth before her pink tongue could carry
them away.
When the prime rib arrived, he piled horseradish on top and
presented her the forkful. Licking her lips, she covered the fork, and he
watched as her eyes watered, and she gasped at the heat. He wanted to take her,
bend her over the table and fuck her until Tuesday, and she knew it.
For dessert, the chocolate mouse made a dark brown paste on
her lips as he smoothed it over her with the back of the spoon.
“Let’s get some of this to go,” she whispered.
The couple next to them was totally distracted with their
actions. He found having someone watch, even if the whole restaurant watched,
would heighten the pleasure.
“I want to lick that off you,” he said as she started to
wipe her lips with her tongue.
She checked her surroundings. With half the chocolate still
on her face, she got up, walked around the table after giving a warm smile to
their audience next table over, spread her legs and straddled him, placing her
bound hands over his head, resting her elbows on his shoulder.
“Be my guest,” she said.
He kissed her, licked and sucked her lower lip, biting it,
then brought his hands to her ass and pushed her hard onto his growing lap. She
undulated back and forth so he could feel her pubic bone rub the entire length
of him.
Her brown eyes still watered, her chestnut hair falling all
over her shoulders. “Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m your valentine.”
“Can I take you home?”
“Well that depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you have more of these?” She held up her hands and wrists bound with the red heart tie.
Happy Month of Love! May the passion and power of love take you away this month, and every month.
Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.
It's an interesting discussion. My SEAL relative sat me down and we went frame by frame though Act of Valor, which was the documentary they were shooting as a recruiting tool for SEALs, and later decided it was too good for that and turned it into a full length feature film. "Yes, we do that on a mission," or "Well, they did that, but we do it this way." Truth is, every squad has their way of doing certain things a certain way. And depending on the expert, their combat experience and when he was on active duty, the answers to our questions for accuracy could be vastly different.
