Sex with Shonda

She smiled and with that I knew I was going home with this lovely lady tonight. We talked for a bit, then we danced, and after an hour or so of dancing I offered her a drive in my Cadillac. "Common, I know this great place, it'll just soothe you." That's all I needed to say to get this beauty in my car.

With the rapport we had going there was no chance she was going to say no. We jumped into my Cadillac and I drove her around a while. We were heading to my apartment. I parked the car and rushed on the other side to open her door.

"So you bring me to your flat?"

"Please, I like to call it a house. It's got this homely, cozy feel to it, you'll see."

"So you bring me to your home?" She said sarcastically.

"Yeah well can you blame me? I promised you a great place that'd soothe you now didn't I? Just follow me and you'll thank me for this." I said that in a cocky tone.

Soon we were outside my apartment, ready to enter. I opened the door and as expected my "house" did wow her. I could see her face light up, like a small kid looking up at stars that shine bright in the sky. The 29th penthouse floor overview was one of the best in town. I made her a blender's pride drink and dimmed the lights to a bare minimum. I also put on some really classic music, love music. I knew I was getting lucky soon as this routine had never failed.

"Quite a good view isn't it?"

"It's great. The apartment's great. How rich are you?"

"Rich enough to wow you, I guess." I said that trying to sound a little snobbish yet playful. "Come let's have a tour of the house." The "house" was perfect at least that's what everyone kept saying. When you're a rich guy and the C.E.O. of a very fast growing company that had just gone public, you can pretty much afford anything you fancy. I had great furniture, great art hanging on the walls, great lighting, a great fireplace and the paint and tiles were great too.