Dinner Party: Aishah (Part 1)

I would like yall to welcome LaVa and her character Aishah. Yall ain't even ready for this....


I just settled into my new life in this new city. I'm excited about starting something new, learning different things and taking new risks.

My neighbors seem pretty cool. As always there is this one guy I just met that can get all of the business. I've been catching him checking out my ass whenever I walk to my car. He's sweet, a good boy that hasn't gone bad. At least that's what he gives off. I wonder if he knows I'm undressing and enslaving his body to my desires whenever I see him? He sees me and always does that sexy bite lip smile before damn near moaning my name, "Hey Aishah" just thinking about it makes me want to show him my lips can lubricate his lips... And I'm not talking about the ones wearing lip gloss. I'll inform him my name isn't pronounced like the continent but "aye-shh-uh" a name men never forget, boo.

Because I work from home, I know the routine of everyone on my block, but his routine is still flighty so I know he's single. He hangs with his friends and they have get-togethers that usually leave him kind of tipsy and extra friendly. Tonight, his friends are at his place and I can hear their laughter through the wall. Friends... I'm not sure if I'm ready for one or not, but a friend with benefits... I'm currently accepting applications.

Speaking of applications, he asked me to come over to the party tonight. Its a dinner party so, I'll take a few shots of Patron before I head over.

One of his friends just knocked on his door. By the way his package is put together, I need to be the one to open it and get this party started. It's been a dry spell and I'm ready to make it rain on this sexy specimen knocking on the door. I heard him say, "Its me, Jason," his voice was so deep and velvety. It ran through my body like hot chocolate over ice cream. Speaking of, I need to get these chocolate covered strawberries out of the fridge so they aren't too cold. Momma says never show up to a party empty handed, so I'll bring a little something and hope to leave with a little something.

I think I'll go with my skinny jeans, eff me pumps that match my bra and jewelry with my naked shoulder shirt to expose my back tattoo. I'll even leave my hair down to work my body in this room. The only real wardrobe question is thong or no panties? One way or the other... Jason is my prey and I'm aiming to shoot. I'll go with a thong so he can use his teeth to get them off of me. This dinner party won't know which dessert is being served, me or the strawberries. Now, whomever wants to dip in my caramel fondue is their choice. I just know the fountain is hot and ready and it can flow all night.