A Night of Passion

         One day I was in Los Angeles shopping for some Fendi shoes to go with my Iceberg outfit when I saw him- SISQO! He was with his daughter shopping for clothes for her in the childrens shop next door... being the pimp that I am I know he could not resist me as I sauntered up to him in my white backless halter top and skirt as he set eyes on me, his eyes told me he wanted to see what was underneath the clothes. I introduced myself to him and struck up a conversation. Now the conversation was'nt that great but I got the piont of physical attraction across. He asked me out to dinner and what a fool I would've been not to accept. He took his daughter  to the nanny he had hired for her and then asked me where I would like to go. He also hinted that maybe we could go somewhere out of the country for a few days so what else could I say but to go to France? He whisked me away that moment to the airport where we boarded a first class plane to Paris, the city of love. When we arrived there after staring at my thighs for a few long hours he breathlessly said let's skip dinner and made a reservation for the classiest hotel. On the way up the stairs we readily devoured each other at least as far as we could without being arrested. After he kicked open  the door to the hotel and laid me gently on the bed he called room service and asked for ice, straberries, whipped cream nut, raisins and anything else you can imagine for a sex-capade. Now I'm definitely not gonna give you the details, I don't know you like that and you don't know me like that but some stuff did end up being shall we say... licked off him? Needless to say, none of that stuff was left when we were done with each other. I think I'll leave to your imagination what happened that night and I pray that I experience a lover like SisQo more often.