Scenes From an Italian Restaurant

Do you remember that song from Billy Joel? Okay so I’m dating myself. I actually was able to master that one on the piano too and trust me, it’s a bit tough. Another tough question. Do you remember when folks dressed up to go out to dinner? I certainly do and in truth. I refuse to go out in jeans or a nothing outfit – boring colors, boring everything. I have to dress up, sliding into a sexy little red dress or maybe a hot and very vibrant purple one. Heels of course and the right perfume for the evening with a touch of jewelry and what’s best are the undies I wear underneath. Ladies, men love when a woman dresses up as well as the sinful attire beneath. I love looking nice. I can’t help myself and I certainly dress for me, but you bet I do for mydrinking wine guy. Don’t you feel sinful and sexy in slinky clothes, ladies? If you don’t then you’ve lot a bit of yourself. Dating also seems to be a lost art. I can remember my hot dates from way back. They were planned and full of flirtation and winks, kisses and gropes – no matter what age. What I love the most is mixing a little food and drink with my moments of heated seduction.

Then there’s sitting in the darkened restaurant, the one with flickering candlelight everywhere, a sensual evening with beautiful music, flowing wine and nothing to do but gaze into each other’s eyes. Suddenly there’s no one else around but the two of you. Your heart races, your blood pressure increases and all you want to do is crawl under the table and… But I’m getting ahead of myself. Imagine touching and kissing at the table, holding hands and moving closer together. Think about the way his deep voice resonates, sending a shiver down your spine. You clench as your pussy quivers, a trickle of moisture flowing into your thong panties. You try to concentrate on hearing the specials as you sip your wine, savoring the rich cabernet. You realize his eyes are traveling down from your face the swell of your breasts, then even further and you know what he’s craving, what he’s hoping will happen….

I love flirting with my man, giving him that look that says in no uncertain terms what the night will bring. I can make so many gestures with my hand or my eyes, licking my lips or allowing the fingertips of my hand to slide down the length of my neck, teasing and taunting him. I think being in a dimly lit establishment, one where the atmosphere is completely romantic is a perfect starter for something very…hot…and wet and…


Well you didn’t really think I was going to simply be a soft and sensual gal did you? Giving thanks before a mealWhat I know about myself is that I so enjoy kicking up the heat with my writing as well as with my lust filled evenings. I often write about a touch of danger, a hint of voyeurism in my pieces and there’s nothing better than the thought of someone seeing the wicked and wanton behavior the two of you are displaying smack in the middle of a crowded and very hot spot. Moving outside of the comfort zone is arousing and give tingles and shivers and… Do you even remember goose bumps? When we were teenagers we knew them well. When you’ve been together for a little while I think all couples seem to forget about passion, about sex, about basic fornication. Heard that word in a little while? I was telling a friend about a basic fantasy I had, one that very much involves a dimly lit restaurant, one in which he was very much in control.

Let’s set the scene…

Quiet table near the fireplace. Bottle of a very fine cabernet. Music that is akin to perfection. Two people so desperately hungry for each other they are left breathless. Now imagine the set up to fire…

“You’re incredible tonight,” Jeff said as he lifted his glass. “To my beautiful wife.”

“Mmm…” Betsy smiled and licked the rim of her glass as she absently but very much on purpose eased her fingers down from her neck to the swell of he breasts. He hadn’t seen the dress before. Red was definitely her color and tonight, she felt like a sexy hottie, one who had seduction on her mind. “Do you know what I want?”

He smiled and leaned back in his chair, a look of domination on his face. “I think I do.” Taking a swig of his wine, he swirled the liquid in his glass before tilting his head. “But it doesn’t matter what you what. It’s what I want, what I need. And what I will have from you tonight.”

Shivering, she sighed as her nipples hardened, scraping against the lacy bodice of her dress. She was surprised he’d taken to his role so easily, allowing her to see a side of him she rarely saw. She shifted in her seat and stole a glance at the very crowded restaurant. “And what do you require?”
Jeff sniffed and looked away for a full minute. When he looked back he remained unblinking. “Remove your panties.”

She bit her lower lip and nodded as she started to rise. “I’ll be right back.”Belonging to him

“No,” he stated as he growled. “Do it here.”


“You heard me.”

“But,” she started. There was something so commanding about the look on his face and Betsy eased back into her chair. The statement came easily. “Yes, sir.”

He took another sip of his wine and eased the glass down. “Now, Betsy.”

There was no way to describe what she was feeling. She looked to her right and left before sliding her chair further under the table. Thank God there was a tablecloth covering the table as well as her legs. She studied his imploring eyes for a full minutes before smiling, this time giving him a mischievous one. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

She sat forward in her seat and was able to lift her ass off the chair. Sliding her dress up from her thighs she maneuvered her fingers under the thin material, gripping the bottom elastic of her thong. Tossing her head back, she pursed her lips, concentrated on his gorgeous face and eased her panties down. With near precision she managed to drag her panties off her high heeled feet. One more quick glance around the place and she moved her balled hand across the table.

“Thank you.” Jeff accepted the gift and instead of merely sliding the sliver of material into his pocket, he pulled the thin lace to his face and closed his eyes. “Mmmm…”

What do you think? I’ll give you the rest of the sinful story tomorrow. Just remember that being a bit kinky, testing the danger zone is truly amazing.

Kisses and spanks…


About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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