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- > Some blue chick dragged you off the street into Taco Bell
- > You sit at this table, and she has a box full of tacos
- > "You gotta try this!"
- > Eh, free food
- > She just hands you a taco
- > Is that all?
- "I've had tacos before."
- > She looks at you with crazy eyes
- > Gaze into the abyss and it hands you a taco
- > "Eat."
- > You shrug and eat the damn taco
- > She starts squirming, a weird smile on her face
- > The taco breaks a little and some meat falls onto the table
- > She bites her lip
- > No use wasting food
- > You scoop up the spilled meat and pop it into your mouth
- > Bluey grips the table hard, breathing shallowly
- > You take a couple more bites, there's maybe one more left in the taco
- > It's a little big for one bite, but that doesn't stop you from trying
- > You just cram that sucker in there, your cheeks bulging a little to get it all in
- > Huh, looks like the girl is tucking her shirt in
- > Vigorously
- > You chew, then swallow
- > She twitches for a bit, then shakily grabs some napkins
- "You alright there?"
- > She gives you a weak smile
- > "Never been better, I just uh, spilled some soda earlier."
- > Oh, okay
- "Well, thanks for the taco, it was good."
- > "It was good for me too."
- > Weird, but cute
- "I gotta go, but we should do this again sometime."
- > You hand her a business card
- > Really it's just your name and number, but it saves time
- > She stares at it in wonder
- > "You'll be my taco buddy?"
- "Yup. See you around."
- > It's always fun to eat out with girls
- > Next morning you get a call
- > Look at the time
- > 6 in the morning
- > You are all set to kill the person on the other end of the phone
- "This is Anon."
- > Then a voice of pure sex comes through the speaker
- > "Is this Sonata's taco buddy?"
- > What
- "Yes, that's me."
- > "How do you feel about breakfast?"
- > You find the apartment easily enough
- > Pretty snazzy, you have to say
- > Then the redhead opens the door, and you forget about everything else
- > "Come on in."
- > She's wearing a pink bathrobe, cinched tightly around her waist
- > She leads you to the kitchen, and you can't take your eyes off her hips
- > The woman points you to a chair at the table
- > As you sit, you watch her gather some dishes
- > You curse the island counter between you and her
- > She steps to the side to open a cabinet, and you can just see a long, yellow leg slip out of the robe
- > She approaches you with smoldering eyes and...
- "Breakfast cereal?"
- > "Yes."
- > Her voice is husky as she says the word, and your dick is standing at attention
- > She leans over, setting everything before you
- > The neck of the robe loosens, and you are granted a magnificent view of her cleavage
- > She pours the cereal into the bowl, then puts a hand to her cheek
- > "I forgot the milk!"
- > As she sashays over to the fridge, you bite your lip
- > Dat ass
- > She returns, and you are treated with another view of the valley of paradise
- > Best morning ever
- > As she pours the milk, she licks her lips
- > Guess someone likes cereal
- > Finally, she puts the milk away, and you actually look at what you'll be eating
- > Lucky Charms, you guess
- > Or whatever the local knockoff is for marshmallow bit cereal
- > Could be worse
- > The redhead watches you from behind the island counter, her arms braced against the edge
- > Might as well get to eating
- > Spoonful after spoonful, you eat
- > You pause
- "So what's your name?"
- > She blinks, then answers
- > "Adagio. Never mind that, just keep eating."
- "Alright."
- > Birds of a feather, you guess
- > As you eat, you notice Adagio leaning forward more and more
- > This be getting good
- > By the time you are down to the last couple of marshmallow bits, she's bent over on the island, flat on her stomach and her arms oddly pinned underneath her
- > Not that you are complaining, she's squishing the girls nicely, and you have a wonderful view
- > As you take a few spoonfuls to gather up the rest, she starts swaying her hips back and forth
- > Damn
- > You don't want to miss a thing, but you have a bowl of milk you really don't want to waste
- > Then you get an idea
- > You turn to the side and bring the bowl to your lips
- > You can just barely see what she's doing as you begin to drink
- > Adagio scoots back and forth on the countertop, her tongue beginning to stick out of her mouth
- > Is she on some diet where she can't have cereal?
- > Is she trying to enjoy it by proxy?
- > Eh, no use trying to understand women
- > You chug the rest of the milk, then set the bowl down
- > She whimpers, then slides to the floor behind the island
- > That diet must be killing her, poor thing
- "Want me to wash the dishes?"
- > "N-no, I'll take them. Have a nice day."
- > Well, don't want to outlast your welcome
- "Alright, you too Adagio."
- > As you close the door behind you, you catch a glimpse of her licking your bowl
- > Poor thing
- > You are just settling in for the evening after a nondescript day at work
- > Your cell rings, and you sigh
- "Hello."
- > "You the one that milked Adagio?"
- > Milked?
- "She invited me over for breakfast, if that's what you mean."
- > The voice on the line is is low and rough
- > "Right. I nee- want you to try some candy I'm making. You coming over or what?"
- > ...
- "Sure, just tell me you don't have a van."
- > "It's on my wish list."
- > The phone clicks, and you shake your head ruefully
- > This is probably a bad idea, but there are worse fates than being roofied in apartment of three hot women
- > She answers the door in sweatpants and an apron
- "Hi, I'm Anon. Nice to meet you."
- > She looks you up and down
- > "Aria. Now get in that chair."
- > She turns away, and you discover she is only wearing sweatpants and an apron
- > Dat bareback
- > You sit down, and she sets a tray in front of you
- > There's a handful of different hard candies, and what looks like homemade truffle
- > You pick up what looks like blue taffy as she sits across from you
- > You pop it into your mouth, and instantly pucker
- > It's what warheads wished they could be
- > You clamp it between your molars and give your tongue a break, panting somewhat
- > "You don't have to eat it all, just tell me what you think."
- > You gingerly pluck the piece from your mouth, and put the sticky thing back on the tray
- > There's some rustling, sounds like she's adjusting the waistband of her pants
- "That was... very sour."
- > You smack your lips a few times, trying to dilute the flavor somewhat
- > "Oh? Tell me more."
- "It might be a little too strong. If you want to sell it, you'll have to put a warning label on it. Damn, is there something I can drink?"
- > She stands up, one hand hidden behind the apron
- > "Oh, I'll give you something to drink."
- > She goes and fills up a tall glass of water, all with her free hand
- > Is the other one deformed? Maybe burned?
- > Molten sugar is no laughing matter, you suppose
- > You take the water without comment, and swish around a mouthful or two
- > All the while, Aria watches you like a hawk, admittedly a hawk with a twitch leg, but whatever
- > She's pretty serious about candy making
- > You decide to go for the orange one this time
- > Orange flavor, you were expecting
- > Orang chicken, not so much
- > You roll it around in your mouth, trying to decide on what you thought of it
- > Aww, she's nervous, all rubbing her face, adjusting the apron straps, and that other arm just keeps twitching
- > Finally you spit it out into your hand, and she moans
- "Don't worry, It's good. Seriously, this is some Willy Wonka stuff right here. I'm impressed."
- > You set it down next to the previous candy, and go for your water again
- > Aria nods slowly, rubbing her chin, then her lips
- > All that's left is a thick, bubblegum pink rod of hard candy, and the truffle
- > Might as well see what that's about
- > You pop the chocolate into your mouth, and break it open with your molars
- > Oh hell yes
- > So sweet, so creamy
- > You don't care how odd you sound, you have to let her know
- "Damn, Awia, I love yohw cweamy fiwing!"
- > She blushes at that
- > "W-what did you say?"
- > You push the ambrosia into the pouch of your cheek and try again
- "Fuck, I love your creamy filling. I could eat it for days."
- > Aria stares at you in shock, her gimp arm twitching like mad
- > "R-really?"
- "Aria, my tongue is having an orgasm, right now. All because of you and your damn filling."
- > She slumps in her chair, a goofy smile on her face
- > "It's not the only one."
- "There's more? Where do I sign up, I need a year's supply, stat."
- > She blinks a few times, then straightens up
- > You see her arm isn't twitching nearly as bad, which is nice, you were worried
- > "I wasn't really intending to sell these, but I can make more for you, if you eat them right here."
- "Deal. Let me just savor this taste before I move on."
- > You just sit there and moan as perfection melts on your tongue
- > Aria seems uncomfortable, she's starting to fidget
- > By the time you are done with the truffle, her arm is twitching again
- > Well, let's see what she's nervous about
- > You pick up the pink rod and give it a few licks around the tip
- > Then a little further down, and
- "Nice, different flavors at different places, I like the way you think."
- > She smiles at that, her free hand tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear
- > You do short little licks down the length, getting an idea of the spectrum of flavors
- > Hmmm
- "You might consider having different colors for different flavors."
- > She looks a little uncomfortable at that
- > "Well, you see..."
- > You take a second look at the long, pink rod you've been licking
- "Oh, I get it! It's a dick!"
- > Aria stares at you in surprise, and nods
- > You chuckle
- "No wonder you were nervous. But this is pretty funny, I have to say."
- > You take in a good portion of it's length, you cheek bulging
- > She lets out a weak laugh, her fingers covering her lips
- > You'll have to try harder
- > You pump it in and out of your mouth, your head bobbing slightly
- > Still no laughter, and her arm is twitching almost as much as before
- > You try popping it out of your mouth, and swirling your tongue around the tip
- > She reaches out a hand hesitantly
- > "Can I try? I haven't...had all the flavors like that."
- > You look at the sticky rod in your hand
- "You sure you want to? I've pretty much slobbered all over it."
- > "I-I don't mind. My immune system is strong."
- "Alright, here you go."
- > You hand her the rod, and she sniffs it experimentally
- > Her arm is twitching mightily, and her breathing is rather shallow
- > Aria must be serious about her candy, if she's getting this worked up about mixing the flavors
- > She slides the sticky rod into her mouth, and closes her lips around it
- > Not going to lie, the sight makes you hard
- > You start to wonder
- > She slowly pulls it out of her mouth, and you realize your saliva is mixing with hers right now
- > Then she swallows, and you have instant rock candy in your pants
- > It can't be normal, getting off to someone else eating things
- > She starts thrusting the hard candy in and out of her mouth, her other arm twitching in time
- > Damn, that's ho-
- > She's not stopping, is she-
- > She's definitely having a seizure
- > You rush around the table and pull the candy out of her mouth
- > She stares up at you with a glazes expression
- > "Anon, I'm c-, I, I'm c-"
- > Shit shit shit
- > What are you supposed to do here?
- > Her breathing is irregular, and her lower half is jerking around
- > Your panicked brain comes up with one answer: CPR
- > You press your lips to hers, and try to give her steadying, regular breaths
- > That would be a whole lot easier, if her tongue wasn't spasming around in your mouth and being distracting
- > Then, as sudden as it started, it stops, and you pull away
- > You gaze at her in concern
- "You alright?"
- > She smiles at you, and gives you a peck on the cheek
- > "And you were wonderful."
- > She's still recovering, you can tell
- "Do I need to call a doctor, or get you some medicine?"
- > Now she's grinning, and patting your face
- > "We can play doctor, anytime you like."
- > It's a little longer before she can talk sensibly
- > Once you're sure she can handle herself,
- > "I've been handling myself for a long time."
- > You bid her a polite goodbye, and resolve to check on her from time to time.
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