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chatted, but the conversation
slowly became more personal. Almost without noticing, we were talking like
we were on a real date. The subtle flirting. The acknowledgement of each
other's sexuality. My favorite drink, a Bloody Mary, came in the frosted
glass with the garlic salt on the edges. It was so cooling to slowly lick
my tongue around the rim (well! that really *is* the proper way to savor
the drink you know!) His eyes twinkled as he watched my tongue curve
around the edge of the glass.
During dinner, I enjoyed the relish tray with its long, firm celery
sticks. To gracefully eat one, it is necessary to sort of slide it between
your lips, then gently bite off a piece. he seemed to enjoy
watching me eat celery! Our conversation began to become more personal and
the flirtation was definitely less veiled. Oh! he is so special. He can
excite you while just talking about anything that comes to mind . Not many men have that capacity. M
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