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154 lines
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Dining In -- a gastronomic experience
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He told me to be ready at 7pm.
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It's now 6:45.
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He's not here yet.
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Whew.
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I'm nervous. But I trust him.
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He said something about having dinner together. And that he was hungry.
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Very hungry. I love it when he's hungry.
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Casual, he told me. Nothing fancy. Just jeans and a nice shirt. No bra.
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No panties. He's a casual man. He thinks I should be more casual. Maybe
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he's right. Tonight, tho, he'll be right. Whenever I'm with him, he's
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right. Even when I push, or shove, or badmouth, I know he's right.
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Tonight, I'm casual. Dammit, I hate it when he's right.
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A knock at the door.
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It's him.
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At last.
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He smiles, kisses me, then hands me two bags.
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Bags? Brown paper bags?
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He tells me to sit down and relax. We're eating in tonight. Chinese. He
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knows I love Chinese. I've never seen him eat it. Ever. I have no idea
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what he ordered. Neither does he, he remarks. Nice guy. Nice and casual.
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I could get used to this.
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Little cartons are taken out of the bags. Aromas fill the air. Now I'm
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hungry. For him. For food. I have both here. Life is good.
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I grab a carton to eagerly open it up. He stops me. No, he says. Don't
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touch, he tells me. Dinner isn't quite ready yet. I'm not quite ready
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yet.
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He kisses my mouth. Tenderly. Those little kisses that make me melt.
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That make me his.
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He unbuttons my shirt. He looks at my body. I can't get used to the fact
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that he likes looking at me. He cuffs my wrists together. He collars me.
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He takes my jeans off me. Now I'm dressed for dinner, he says.
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Sweet and sour sauce delicately placed on my nipples. He draws on my
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breasts with his sweetly-coated finger. He licks it. He licks me. He
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persists. More flesh, more sauce. More licking. I hear myself moaning.
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How long have I been moaning?
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Eggrolls. He takes out two eggrolls. He tells me I can eat mine. But.
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Damn, I don't like it when he says but. Gets me nervous. He has to feed
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me. At his pace. At his discretion. And he takes off his pants and
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underwear. I have to suck him. Get him hard. Then he'll feed me. If I'm
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good. He tugs on my collar and tells me to start. Now.
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I adore his cock. I love to lick it. Suck it. He loves me doing it. I'm
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hungry. I want to eat. Him. Fuck the food, I say. That comes later, he
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tells me. He smiles. And he pulls me down to his cock again. I suck him
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the way he likes. He gets hard. I want him. He stops me. He pulls me
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up. And places the cock-like eggroll to my lips. Here, baby, he says.
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You've earned this. And he feeds me carefully. Licking my lips if I get a
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little messy. I deliberately try to get messy. He knows it. And yet he
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doesn't mind. Does he?
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Next course. Entree. Thank goodness there's no soup. Lay down, he says.
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Huh? Lay down. I do it. He opens another carton and looks for the
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chopsticks. I'm amused that he's gonna even try to use them. My amusement
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ends when he pinches my nipples with them. Ouch. He uses them. On me.
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The entree.
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He pours the warm, saucy food on my belly. I giggle. He glares. I stop.
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He bends toward me and slowly eats the food off me. I'm sure he's pushing
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some of it on my pussy. And my thighs. I don't mind. He licks me there.
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And there. Oh, and there. Deeper. Is that me moaning again? He stops.
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He wants me to have some supper, too.
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I was so close. Damn.
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He takes some food in his hands and feeds me. Playfully. He makes me
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stretch for it. Chinese lo-mein noodles. Like a nestling reaching for
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a worm from a bird. He feeds me a bit more. Don't sit up, he tells me.
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Just stay there, he says. He parts my thighs he rubs his cock on my slit
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he gets harder I pant a bit he penetrates me he fucks me harder faster
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longer deeper.
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He stops. I whimper. He thinks I should eat a bit more food. Dessert
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will come later, he tells me. He gives me more noodles. He uses the
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chopsticks on my labia. Pulling. Another bite, he says. I forget how to
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chew. He pours more food on my pussy and devours it. He won't lick my
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clit. Not once. He comes close to it. I come close to cuming. Close
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isn't good enough for me. It is for him.
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He feeds me a little more, then puts the boxes aside. He soaks a towel in
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warm water and wipes me off. He makes sure I'm clean. He's meticulous.
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He always pays such good attention to me. He takes good care of me.
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He gives me a drink of water. He kisses me. Then he removes my cuffs and
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takes out rope. Lots of rope. He binds my wrists to the corners of the
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bed. He excites me. Always.
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He just looks at me. Again. He bites my flesh. He licks me. He blows
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warm air on my skin. He sits back. Admiring me. Admiring his ropework.
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He takes pride in both.
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Ready for dessert, he asks me. Oh, yes, I say. He takes out two fortune
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cookies. He cracks one open and eats the cookie. He reads the fortune.
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"Your talents will be appreciated by those who love you." That one's
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yours, he tells me. I smile. He cracks open the other cookie and feeds it
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to me. He holds up his fortune near my face. Read it, he says. "Your
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determination and persistence will reward you handsomely." We both smile.
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Good choices.
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So baby, he tells me, show me your talents. He climbs on the bed, puts his
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cock near my mouth. He presses. I suck him. He fucks my mouth slowly.
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Yes, baby, he moans. I take him in. All of him. All the way. Sucking.
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I love the taste of precum.
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He stops. He moves off me. You will now reward me handsomely, he
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whispers. He takes out the tape and gags me. And he parts my legs and
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thrusts his cock into me. He knows how to ride me. I buck up to meet his
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thrusts. He goes faster. I grunt. He goes harder. I moan. He tells me
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he wants me to cum. Cum now for me, baby. I give in. I scream through
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the tape. My cunt contracts rapidly. Pulsations. Oh god yes, I'm
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thinking.
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Yes.
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Yes.
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Yes.
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He kisses my forehead. And then he takes his pleasures. He loves it fast.
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He takes me fast. He hardly makes noise, but I know he's close. He
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whispers, I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum, now... One long last thrust
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and he collapses atop me. Panting.
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He takes off my tape gag carefully. He kisses me. He removes the bindings
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from my wrists. He rubs them gently. I snuggle into him. I need to be
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held. He holds me. Tightly. Securely. His heartbeat and breathing are
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like a lullaby. I could fall asleep right now.
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But he has to say that the best thing about Chinese food is that you get
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hungry again an hour later.
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And he tells me how much he loves leftovers.
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