Twisted

"Baby, are you sure this is the place?" Eve squealed a bit too loudly, her voice both high-pitched and thick from the third Cosmopolitan. "This looks so, I don't know; fancy-shmancy for a full on mix-it-up ladyboy bar. I know, I know, this is South Beach and everything here is la-de-da, but still, I thought it'd be more of a dive." She leaned deep into the fold of Dallas' arm, her steps a little unsteady.

"No. I'm sure this is it; Twisted. I remember the name because I figured that's how we'd have to be to ever get here," joked Dallas, his voice somewhat tight from anticipation and restrained desire.

He and Eve were on another one of their wild adventures which always made him a little jumpy. He wouldn't trade these trips were her for anything though. They had fun together. Each journey was filled with discovery for him; he had no idea he had such a thirst for sexual exploration. Just being with her was the tonic which kept him hard for days and when they were apart, his mind was sated with erotic memories of their time together.

Giggling, Eve stated, "Well OK then, Dallas; if you say so. I wonder what it's gonna be like in there."

"Don't worry baby. I'll take care of you. Just stay tucked in right here with me." With that, Dallas completely encircled Eve's shoulders with his arms and squeezed her close into him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. She smelled like "more", she tasted like "not enough" and she looked like "always". With her, he felt like all his missing parts had been found which, in turn, ignited his passion which was why he kept coming back time after time.

Eve nestled into him as they made their way to the front door. "Welcome to Twisted," a gigantic black guy boomed out to them. "It's a hot night in there tonight! I hope you two are up for some fun!"

As they strode by him, Dallas nodded and Eve blew him a kiss saying, "That's my middle name, handsome. Just how much? is the question. Think I can handle it?"