

EAT IN TO EAT OUT? I'll tell you something that really turns me on during a date. It's when the fella behaves chivalrously and unassuming while we eat at a restaurant, but every now and then he catches me off guard and alludes to the filth he's been imagining. The way I picture it: we're sat opposite each other at the restaurant - you're polite to the staff, you've ordered expensive champagne, and you've recommended me what to eat. So far you seem well to-do, polite, somewhat innocent. It seems you're trying to impress me which I find sweet, but I've not noticed any form of seduction yet. I'm not sure there's any sexual energy. Then as I lean across to grab the bottle of champagne you clasp your hand around mine and shoot me a look that compels me to sink back into my chair. You pour me a glass without saying a word and my eyes remain on your movements. After you've placed the bottle back on the table you look me up and down, claiming any dominance left within my character. Your right foot then slides in-between my two feet and you coerce my legs apart exposing my lack of panties. Damn. Hot.