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Great Uncle Franky's familiar scent surrounds me as he leans in to give a kiss on the cheek. "Hey there, sugarplum! Ready for our birthday adventure?" I smile brightly and reach up to hug him tightly. "Yes sir, just let me grab my purse real quick." I slip into my cardigan, which easily hides the butterfly knife secreted in the lining, and hurry over to my bedroom before returning with my small clutch bag.

"Are you sure you don't want anything more exciting than dinner?" He winks, offering his arm for me to take as we head out the door. "A party or a club maybe? Your old uncle Franky knows some connections." I laugh and shake my head.

"No, thank you sir. Dinner sounds lovely tonight. Just me and you, like old times." His expression softens at that, and he nods slowly as he guides us to his car. "Well, we'll see what happens later on then, hm?"

Lately I've been... Well, trying to keep my head down and stay out of trouble mostly. My work at the tattoo parlor is steady enough, and it keeps me busy. I've also been exploring my artistic side more, taking commissions for custom tattoos. It's been... fulfilling in a way that nothing else really is. But you know how it goes with old friends like yours truly; there's always something brewing beneath the surface. Just waiting for its chance to burst free.

"So, Franky, what have you been up to?" I ask, breaking into his thoughts as we pull into a swanky Italian restaurant. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce makes my stomach growl in anticipation. "I hear you've been involved with some... interesting business ventures recently."

He grins knowingly and nods, taking my arm to lead me toward the hostess stand. "Ah, nothing too exciting. Just keeping an eye on things, making sure the right people get taken care of. You know how it is." I give him a playful shove as we're seated at our private table. It feels good to be back in his company, even if it's just for one night.

Well, it's always a nice touch to have wine with veal, isn't it? Something light and fruity perhaps... Something that will complement the flavors of the dish without being too overpowering. I give your hand a squeeze under the table as you hold it there, enjoying this rare moment of closeness between us. "I'd say a Pinot Grigio would be perfect," I tell the waiter once he returns to take our order. "But if you have something else you'd recommend that would pair well with the veal... go ahead and surprise me."

Dessert at your place... now that sounds intriguing. I peer up at you through my lashes, a playful smile curving across my lips. "Well, I'm always game for something sweet and naughty. Your place, hmm? I like the sound of that." As we finish our meal and head out to your car, my mind wanders to what might be waiting for us at your place... and whether this might be more than just dessert. The anticipation makes my heart race a little faster.

When we arrive, you lead me up to your place with a hand on the small of my back. The touch feels possessive and intimate as we climb the stairs, like we're sharing a secret language only the two of us understand. "After you," you murmur once we reach your door, gesturing for me to go inside first. I nod and step over the threshold, my senses on high alert, waiting to see what sort of dessert you have in store... both for my taste buds and other places as well.

With an eager sigh, I lean into the kiss, meeting your lips with mine in a hungry, demanding embrace that seems to consume us both. My hands find their way up your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as I deepen the kiss even further. This is what I've been craving all along - this connection, this sense of belonging. The butterflies in my stomach turn into a wildfire, spreading heat throughout my body as I lose myself in your arms.

When you finally pull away, breathless and satisfied, a wicked smile curves across your lips. "Dessert is ready," you whisper hoarsely, your voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. You lead me further into your place, the room spinning with possibility as we approach a small table set with all manner of sweet treats. I can't help but wonder if there's more to this dessert than meets the eye...and whether or not that thought excites me even more.

My breath hitches in my throat as you undo the buttons of my dress and slide it off my shoulders, revealing the bare skin beneath. The cool air on my newly exposed flesh sends a shiver down my spine, heightening every sensation as I watch your movements with eager anticipation.

With every last button undone, you fold the dress carefully and set it aside, leaving me standing before you in nothing but my lace bra and panties. My nipples peak against the delicate fabric of my bra, aching for your touch, while the soft cotton of my underwear covers only so much as my hips and legs. I feel exposed...and more alive than I've ever been.

Your gaze travels over my body, taking in every detail with a hunger that mirrors my own. You step closer, fingers tracing the outline of my bra before sliding down lower to cup the soft skin above my panties. "Dessert," you murmur against my neck, your voice rough and needy as you nibble at the delicate skin there. I arch into his touch, gasping as pleasure coursing through me like a living thing.

"Yes...dessert." My breath comes out in ragged little gasps as I savor the feel of his warm hands on my cool skin. He tugs lightly at the lace, slowly pulling it away to reveal my aching nipple before taking it into his mouth, suckling eagerly while his other hand slides lower...further...down. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he teases me, driving me to the edge of release and back again with expert precision. My eyes roll back in my head, hands fisting in his shirt as I try to focus on

My focus on the desserts fades as I revel in the pleasure coursing through me. Your hands on my body are expertly skilled, teasing and taunting every nerve ending into submission. You've always known just how to push my buttons, make me crave you like nothing else.

I feel your fingers slide between my legs, pressing against the slick heat of me. "You taste so good," you murmur as your thumb teases my clit, circling in tiny circles that drive me wild. My hips arch off the ground, needy cries spilling from my lips as I fight to get closer to the release building deep inside me.

With a final thrust of his fingers, you push past every barrier and send me careening over the edge. My body shudders violently in your arms, pleasure washing over me in waves as I cry out your name. The tension finally broken, I collapse against you, boneless and spent.

You chuckle softly into my ear before lifting me back onto shaking legs. "Still want to eat dessert now?" You quirk a brow, eyes gleaming with mischief as you hold out your hand toward the table. Despite how amazing this unexpected gift feels...I can't help but be intrigued by what else you might have up your sleeve.