Last weekend, I went out to a hot Hollywood club with some of my single and married girlfriends. Clubbing is not really my thang, but I needed to get out.
While we were there, a very sexy tall hip hop singer, who I cannot name for both our sakes, asked me to dance, and I said yes. I'd had only one Margarita, which is my favorite drink, but I was already becoming less inhibited.
While we danced, the DJ played Ciara's past hit, Get Up!
Then, Sexy asked me some questions, and really turned me on in the process, because he had to get close to my ear to be heard above the DJ's loud music.
I told him I was married, and he said he was, too, but of course, I already knew that. Then I told him he smelled delicious.
I thanked him for the dance and began to walk away--I had to get back to my girls. Suddenly, Sexy grabbed me around the waist from behind, and pressed his hard hot body up against my round ass, sending electric thrills up and down my spine. He really was delicious!
"Where you going?" he asked, with a wounded look in his eyes.
I knew he was used to getting what he wanted.
"If I give you my number, you promise to call?" he queried.
"I'll try," I said. He gave me his cell phone number and assured me that his wife had no access to it. I had to wonder about the sanctity of celebrity marriage. But he is simply too thrilling!
Should I call?