I am a Pegger

By Pegasis

I am a Pegger, and I am out tonight meeting my next date or victim. You decide which. We are meeting at a local Italian restaurant for something to eat, a chat and a few glasses of wine to relax us both.

I have prepared everything in the flat for his arrival afterwards. I have tidied up and chosen the music. I changed the bed sheets, and the lighting is set romantically low. My change of outfit is waiting, and the necessary toys are all clean.

Once back at my flat, I will get him hot and bothered, then I will make an offer most men would only dream of getting. But, he is in for a surprise. He will make an assumption about who is on the receiving end and who is in control.

But am I right, will he stay or will he go?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pegasis
• Release date: Feb 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310710162

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I am a Pegger

By Pegasis

Copyright 2015 By Pegasis

Smashwords Edition

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I AM A PEGGER

I over scoop more of the cream on to the spoon and delicately push it in between my ruby red lips. The cream catches on the sides and sticks to my upper lip. I look across the table at him and smirk. He takes a mouthful of his dessert and smiles back. While I have his attention, I dart my tongue out and slowly lick the white cream away from my upper lip. His smile turns to a gulp and his free hand grips the side of the table. It’s just as I wanted. I wonder if he is a 1 in 5.

We both carry on eating our desserts. I take my time savouring every mouthful of the creamy tiramisu. He keeps taking glances as I spoon in the cream and lick off the remnants from my lips.

I finish off and slug down the rest of my red wine. It doesn’t go well with the dessert but it’s time to leave, he’s ready. I signal over to the waiter.

Can we have the bill please?

Would you like a coffee with it?

No thank you, just the bill.

The waiter leaves and my date, Craig, frowns.

Oh. I would have liked a coffee.

I didn’t give him a choice to say yes or no. Start as I mean to carry on.

That’s not a problem, I thought we could drink coffee at my place. I only live a twenty minute walk away.

He nods frantically in agreement. Of course he does, they never say no at this stage.

The waiter returns and places the bill in the middle of the table. Craig quickly picks it up and reads it.

How much do I owe? I ask.

It’s on me. It would be my pleasure.

I reach across the table and snatch it out of his hand. No, we share. No one pays for me. I make my own way in the world.

He stares, mouth slightly open. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.

That’s okay. I will let you off. You’ll learn, I respond, and soften it with a smile and flash of eyelashes.

We pay our halves of the bill and set off out of the restaurant.