Our Next Date: An explosive game of dominance and submission

By Jeremiah K. Black

That intense feeling of longing for somebody's taste, smell, body - that is borderline obsession. Jeremiah K. Black can masterfully capture it and translate into words, creating a beautiful tale of impossible desire.
A mature man is rediscovering love and lust in a new relationship - and what was supposed to be a romantic date night turns into a simmering game of dominance and submission, in which he lets his instincts take over and he becomes a ruthless Dom, ready to take his prey to the higher realms of pleasure. A unique tale, that mixes romance and kink to create an enticing erotic story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berlinable GmbH
• Release date: Apr 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9783956954511

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OUR NEXT DATE

Jeremiah K. Black

Artcover: Javier Alejandro Cerrada

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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I am on my way to your condo. It’s Saturday, May 19. You’ve been back from Costa Rica for two days and we’ve seen each other, of course, but you’ve been tired, I’ve been tired, I’ve worked, you’ve had your kids, etc. It’s seemed rushed, slightly awkward like it does when we’re apart for more than a couple days, like we have to get to know each other again. Or, if not that, we just need to flow into each other a little smoother. Is it because we’re pushing 50? Trepidacious? Out of sync? Do I tingle and my heart thumps inside my chest and I feel my nerves because the thought of you… of being with you… is so strong and I don’t want to lose you? Or is it just that I want you, I want your attention? I want to wrap you up in my arms and keep you.

I made reservations at The Next Plate for 8:30pm because you’ve mentioned it a couple of times and I’ve never been. I want you to be happy and full. A bottle of Chardonnay so your head feels just the right side of light and airy. Your inhibitions lowered just a bit. I think about looking at you from across the table as you eat. Your lips opening. Your head bent forward over your plate. The front of your blouse hanging loose. Smiling diners and concentrating waiters swirling around us, but I see only you.

It’s just after 5:00 now. That gives us just over three hours. Will it be enough time? Who knows? We might not get to dinner.

The ride to your house to pick you up is long. I’ve driven it dozens of times and each time I picture your face. Usually I ask myself what is she going to wear? The brown scarf? Jeans? Or those tight dark red pants that are so hard to take off? Are you going to meet me at the car? Text me and tell me you’re hungry and we should go straight away? Walk out and slide yourself into the passenger seat? Or will you not