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As I start to worry about my love life, a cold wind blows. I shiver in the night, and then the commanding hunk wraps a protective arm around me.

We walk on, and I feel warm, safe and protected from the crazy world. I want to ask him if he will look after me, and keep meas his.

And in return, I will do anything he wants. Perform any act.

I will try anything he wants in bed, on a table… even if my unused pussy will need some stretching. I will do things against walls, just like the others.

I will do more! I’ve never tried anal, spanking, or being dominated, but I’m open to it.

Very open.

I will try anything.

We decideto have a drink on the way home, and to stay warm. Lorenzo tells me he knows of an old private bar on the edge of Central Park, and I’m in. He then tells me it was frequented by old gangsters, famous musicians, and stars, who wanted to avoid the limelight, and just have fun.

We find the private bar, and it’s down behind some old Upper East Side building and a statue.

It is tasteful, dark, and private, we walk down to the very back.

Several people nod to Lorenzo, and I recognize a few movie stars. Also, a pop star, who is with two huge minders. Jazz plays, and it is warm and cozy inside. We talk, as we share and taste several exotic whiskeys.

Finally, after watching the old jazz band play a couple of songs, we push on.

Lorenzo drank more than I, and we are both a little drunk, as leaves swirl in the wind outside.

It is perfect, even if slightly cool.

The trees swirl in the night sky above, and it almost feels like it will snow.

Lorenzo removes his navy coat, and he pulls it around my shoulders. We walk on, arm in arm, and as the branches sway and leaves swirl. It’s as if there is some kind of magic in the air.

As we head across the grass, the stars above are crystal clear.

It feels magical.

Just before we get home, we see people laughing, dancing and having fun on the street.

They’re outside a cute Manhattan bar, and we decide to enter. The place is packed, but we just squeeze in, and find two seats at the bar. It’s nice snuggling up with Lorenzo, and talking, laughing and connecting.

It’s like the old us, where it’s just us in the world.

No complications.

No one else.

Finally, after two more exotic whiskies, we force ourselves out the door, and we make it to Lorenzo’s lobby.

Upstairs, in the penthouse, we decide to have a hot chocolate on the rooftop. Lorenzo finds a large white blanket, and he places it over us. We sit on the rooftop in our usual white outdoor sofa, and we watch the stars blink above NYC.

We can see all the way across the stunning city, and Central Park looks gorgeous under the stars.

We drink the sweet milky chocolate, and we snuggle up to stay warm. It’s cozy, and perfect, especially with me wearing so little, and now in bare feet.

Lorenzo wraps his arm around me again, after I trick him and fake a long shiver. I was cold, but I do love his arm around me.

As we watch the moon rise over the Statue of Liberty.

I feel incredible. Here and now, feels perfect. Way too perfect.