As Daddy opened the hotel room door, Princess smiled sweetly and scurried into the room. The lovers hadn't seen each other in months. Earlier this April day, an unusually hot sun had reawakened old feelings in each of them, enflaming their sexual desire for one another.
And yet Daddy, even though he was a hot-blooded Italian, was acting like a frigid British gentleman. Dressed in a dark blue suit, he kept a stiff upper lip and extended his hand rigidly for a formal handshake. "Good afternoon, Mizzzzz Iglesias. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance again."
Princess smirked. The lithe, sweetly curvy, 20-year-old Latina was a kaleidoscope of beauty, colors, charms, and personality. Delicate piercings, tasteful tats, tinted hair, and dynamic clothes—pastel sneakers, tight ripped jeans, a lacy white top, a lipstick-red midriff jacket, and a chain dangling from her jeans pocket—comprised her look. And her face...her adorable, pretty, face.... Princess had delicate features, kind brown eyes, a natural glow, and a smile that melted hearts and made us feel that, even in these challenging times, all was right with the world.
You could look at Princess in photographs and say, "Ohhhh, what a pretty girl!" But to see her close up...that was a different experience entirely. It was like going to the Louvre and staring up at Vermeer's Girl with a Pearl Earring or da Vinci's Lady with an Ermine. The beauty was overwhelming.
"So," Princess said, still smirking, "what's with the 'pleasure to meet your acquaintance' crap?"
"Ah, just kidding, Princess. I thought it would be ironically funny if I greeted you that way."
"Ha ha, Daddy," she said with a smile. "Cut the crap and take off that monkey suit."
He began to undress.
"I want to see that leaner, meaner Italian dad bod. Is it true you lost five pounds?"
"Yep! Just for you, Princess."