Little Miss Dangerous.

The woman I want to date. . .

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Little Miss Dangerous...

Toot toot and beep beep, of course. Man I owe you one Frankster...I'm going to get raked over the coals on this one...

A GREAT girl :)

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Catholic school girl's uniforms! ;-)

Please don't tell me the puppy peed on the floor again, where are those towels?

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... the female costar character "Bad Girl" (Jade) from the movie "Bulletproof Monk"

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Four young ladies come to mind, Sweet T, Little Miss Dangerous, Lee Lee and MS Sexpot. -Sweet T is a massive flirt but she's a sweetheart also. -Little Miss Dangerous can clearly give you a run for your money but she's been graceful (at least with me). -Lee Lee is definitely agressive. Watch your step here.... -without a doubt, at least in my mind, MS Sexpot takes the cake. Scares the CRAP out of me! I stand no chance with her. I can't even hold my own, so if you see her... RUN!!!!

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Where can I meet her:)......that or my puppy. Been saying bad girl a lot recently.

One of THE MOST erotic, passionate, exciting sexual evenings of my life! I got a phone call from the lady I was dating and living with: "Ron, do me a favor - when you finish work, PLEASE come right home!" "Sure! Is something wrong?" Kind of. But please don't stop anywhere. Just come right home." "Okay." I was "sweatin' bullets" the rest of that night. I didn't have a clue what was going on. I couldn't wait to get home! I THINK I made it home in record time! When I opened the door I KNEW something was going on: Candles lit, a path of flower petals leading through the apartment to the bedroom. The faint aroma of her perfume. When I reached the bedroom, Pat wasn't there. I turned to go through the rest of the apartment. I was stopped COLD! "Ummmm, excuse me, Mr. Berue, BUT WHERE do you think you're going?" Before I could utter a sound, she PINNED me against the wall and "planted" one of the most passionate sensuous kisses I EVER received in my life! After that, she took my hand and led me to the living room. She pushed me on the sofa. She started "walking" toward the stereo. She had "Bad Girls" already cued - ready to be played. As she was walking away I finally had the opportunity to see the back of what she was wearing: a black-laced nighty with black, fishnet stockings - with the seam going up the back of her legs! AND 5" or 6" high heels! WOW! She turned on that song and started dancing AND teasing the livin' daylights out of me! From somewhere came a black satin or silk scarf. She teased me with it. Wrapping it around my neck, pulling me to her! A gentle kiss here and there. A gentle pinch here and there. I TRIED getting off the sofa. She wouldn't let me! I REALLY wanted to be with her. She wouldn't give me a chance! Each time I wanted to get up, she pushed me back down. After 4 or 6 attempts, I finally gave-in and just sat there - enjoying the show and swallowing HARD. She danced AND teased me through the WHOLE song - the album version! All I could do was watch - until she was finished with her little "show". THEN I could do what I wanted to do with her . . .! About a week before we were reading the Sunday paper on Saturday night - as we usually did. Out of nowhere, she asked, "Honey, what's your fantasy?" Without missing a beat, I answered, "You ARE my fantasy. Every day we're together is my fantasy. I gave her a big kiss and took her hand in mine. And I kissed her hand. "Come on. That's not fair. Really, what's your fantasy?" I told her my real fantasy. I wanted to go to Coney Island or the boardwalk in Atlantic City and make love under the boardwalk to the music of The Drifters singing "Under the Boardwalk". Then I asked her, "What's your fantasy?" She replied, "I don't have one. I never had one." We returned to reading the paper. I THINK the evening she did what she did was the fulfillment of HER fantasy. I'm still waiting to have my fantasy fulfilled. Where is Pat today? I THINK she's still in Delaware with her children and grandchildren. I haven't seen or heard from her in more than 12 years. I called a few times. She never returned any of my calls. The moral to the story: The only thing constant about life is change. We both moved on. Thanks for asking your Q! I enjoyed answering it! VTY, Ron Berue Yes, that is my real last name! Sources: A little stroll down "Memory Lane". "THE University of Hard Knocks" Also known as ("a/k/a") "life's valuable lessons".

My dog taking a leak on the floor.