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Short Story in Progress…Orgasmic Coffee

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“I’ll make breakfast if you’re hungry.”

“Morena, mi princesa, you know I’m famished. But not for food right now.”

Franco pulled me closer to him, a target in the middle of the bed.

“Are you ready to feed me?” His lips tickled the nape of my neck, making me giggle and tingle. My toes instantly curled.

“What would you like me to serve you this morning, mi amor?”

“First, I want quiet. Then, I want you to lie back and let me eat to my heart’s content. Let me hear you moan. Then, beg me to not to stop.”

Franco pulled the sheet back and I turned over. He straddled me, and I looked into hungry eyes. I was quiet until he devoured me. I’m so addicted.

Franco, my orgasmic coffee.


Short Story in Progress

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Vignette #2


Café Madeleine was our favorite place for breakfast. Martine, impeccably dressed, welcomed us and took us to our private table in the corner.  I always loved the way the fountain became our background music.

Menus, a formality, because we both already knew what we were having. Franco adored the Quiche Lorraine, and Quiche Florentine was my weakness. Raspberry Mimosas came to the table within minutes after the waiter delicately placed our napkins in our laps.

“To you, Ms. Delacroix, and your smile, your sweet spirit, and your success.”

My eyes couldn’t drift.  It was almost as if his eyes and mine were fused by a spiritual force.

Blushing slightly, “To you, Mr. Washington, for being my muse.”

As our glasses clinked, I saw it for the second time in the last few days we had been together. A loud emotion behind his eyes that spoke to me, silently and clearly. I wasn’t mistaking it for my own. It was his.  In time, he would share it.

“What’s on your mind this morning Morena?” The warmth of his hand over mine gave me a sense of calm, although I couldn’t say what I was thinking.

“I was thinking that I want you to tell me what you want, Franco.”

“I want you. Right now. Right here. In broad daylight.”

Feeling his hand caress my thigh under the napkin, my heart raced. I knew it was just a matter of time before his fingers would find my silky wetness and we would both be licking our fingers. Then Martine would serve us breakfast.

Wanting You

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I want you here
So we can wake up
And hit the snooze button together
Wrap sheets around us
To hold the warmth we make
After having each other for breakfast.
I want you here
So we can make pancakes and eggs
While maple bacon is frying
And French roast coffee automatically
Drips in cups for us,
While we sit at the table
In disarray from last night’s
Half-eaten pizza
And diluted liquid left
In glasses with lip prints.
I want you here
So we can make love for lunch
Take a 2 p.m. nap
Intertwine our legs
Lock our bodies in the middle of the couch
Until the dinner order arrives.
I want you here
To be my dessert
My organic berries
My sweet potato pie
My vanilla frosting
Chocolate chips
And creamy filling.
I want you here
So we can wake up
To Sunday morning sunrise
Seeing last night in our eyes
Cuddle with mid-day movies on TV
And wrap up again in sheets
That remember our scents
Before awakening on Monday
When we hit the snooze button together again.

Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 17

Haiku Heat #3: Summer Breakfast

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He poured my coffee
I cooked his eggs and sausage
We ate in bed too