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Chinese food and wine

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Weekend nights are the loneliest at all the time! Because I always have bad relationships with men in the present, I am tired been stood up by them and put down a lot by them. The only way to save my heart from getting broken is to keep a promise to me that I will never go on a date anymore. But, I have the fantasies for sexual desire and to be love. I don’t have anyone to romanticize me with roses and candles to dine, to share my sexual fantasies with. Instead, I always eat Chinese food; drink a glass of red sweet wine and watch a romantic m

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ovie on television to romanticize myself during these lonely weekend nights. Until one Friday night, I had went in to china café the where I go all the time to place my take out order. As usually I order roast pork lo mein and a spring roll, and then I go pick up a bottle of red wine from next door.  

When I return back with bottle of wine to pick up my order! The place was crowded of full of people standing around in this restaurant. Then suddenly! I saw a man that I never seem before, standing here by the front enter with his eyes gazing right at me as I walks in here. The man had appeared in here like he just came out of my dream; he was medium height and built, clear black eyes, curling fine black hair, thick black eyebrows, light brown tarnish skin complexion, he is black of coarse, but, he had a little Chinese figure in him, and an sexy easygoing smile that I can’t resist. He is wearing a dark brown cottony pant, off white sweater and a long dark gray weather coat and dresses kind of cleaned cut. I can feels his heating eyes still gazing on me every since I had walked inside the china cafe.

“Hi,” he said in a flirting voice,

I have just looked back at him, and said “Hi” back to him,

 

I was so busy complain about the order, that I don’t realize that his eyes on me the whole I was standing here. “It don’t make no sentence at all, they should been throw with order,” I said.

 

“Oh, you sure knew that during the weekend they get really busy,”

“Yeah, usual, they be getting on time! Now! They just got through fixes my order!”

I grasp my order off the check desk, and say to the man, “Well, I guess see you later! Bye! Bye!” I smile to him and then I went on.

When I came back to my townhouse; I was looking through my pocketbook for my house’s key. When I looks up! And there, I saw the same man at the China Cafe, early! He just comes back home with a Chinese food take out bag in his hand. He had lived across the street from me.

“Hi! I didn’t know you lived over here, too,” He said.

“Yes, I been living here in this occupation for a while, now. But it strange, I never see you around here before.”

“That’s for the reason, I be in and out of lot, I never steak home the most of the time.”

“We didn’t get a chance to enter duce ourselves back in the china café! My name is Julius,” he shook my hand,

“And my name is Della!”   

 

“Well! Nice to met you, Del-la!” he teasing me in flirting way, that I can’t resist his funny charms.

 

“The same here,” I said,

After, I had just opened my door!  He grasps me by my arm before I ever step one foot in the door, “Hi! Want we get together, tonight! It will be just the two of us,” he smile is so ploy as well as his eyes was undresses me. I knew right then what in his mind, even does, the loneness inside of me wanting to give into him, but, the proud part of me wanting me to steak strong and be alone. “No, I just preference that way! At least I won’t get stood up!” He knew by looks in my eyes that I really don’t want to be a lonely and no matter how I pretend to be happy.      

 

“Since you going to eat alone and god know I tired eating Chinese food alone, want we get together at my home, tonight.

“No, I preferring that way, but, thank you anyway!”

“Oh well, you’ll be soon changing your mind, until then, my door will be always

open for you,” he said.

“Okay, I keep that …………in mines! So, thank you!” and then I walk inside my apartment.  

  

Later that night! I was bore to dead at home, I do nothing but setting on the sofa alone watching “Jason’s lyric,” in a dark room along with eating my lo’mein noodles out of the Chinese box with chuck sticks. I was become very lonely, playing with my noodles in the box. I become very hot from looking Jason because he is completely naked; his buttock is round and tight. The way he making loves to lyric down by the lake underneath the train station where nobody around, but, the two of them, alone. They stretch out a white blank on the ground; he was on his knee slipping off her dress while kissing her on her stomach and front of her virginal. She was naked underneath it; he laid his lip on her nipple, and sucking on it like a new born baby.  And then on, he lay down on top of her with his manhood sticking between her thighs, plus, he was tumbling down back and frontward inside of her. As, I continuing to watching them making love as if them under an erotica spells, theirs eyes closed as they held theirs mouth wide open. I got hot from watching them, I was licking my lip and while my eyes have been spellbound by theirs sex, and my virginal is groaning and a lot of juice damping my panties. I keep sitting here and rubbing my virginal hard on my seat. I had keep wishes! That I wish to have a man who made love to me like that and touches me like the way he do.  

“Oh! I can’t stand this any longer!” I yelled out to myself! I slam my box of lo’mein noodles down on my coffees’ table and then suddenly, Juilan‘s private imitation had came into my mind. So, I start packing all my foods back inside brown paper bag, and I grasp my bottle of red wine and starting to heading out the door.

I was standing out of his door with full of butterflies in my stomach, but, my tail is hot as fire. My finger was trembling as I ring the door bell. When the door bell had ring? I heard by the sound of his voice have made my heart pounding so loudly through burning soul. “Yes, I am coming,” he said.

“Who is it?” he yelled through the door,

“It’s me, Della from the across the build,” I said in my trembling voice.

He opens his door so very gracefully, and looks at me with this puzzled, at first. Until, he had this arrogant smile on his face as if him expressing me to come, “Well! You decide to come,” he said.

“Yes I did, or unless you gave your imitation to someone else to your little private parties,” I said.  

 

“No, like I had says! My door is always open for you…….. So what are doing stand out here? Just come in, girl!”

He opening the door real wide open for me to come in,

 

“I thought you were going to steak at home and watching your romantic movie on television, to night!” he said.

“Well, I just happen to change my mind, that’s all” I said,

As I came inside his Apartment, he grasps the food and the wine away my hands. “Let me take these for you,” he said and whiles him laying it down on the coffees’ table. He is so gentleman that his charms had release me from my heartbroken of remembers. He smile to me in an appeal way as held his hand pointing out to his sofa. “Please, want you made yourself at home,” So, I heading toward his divine room, “You don’t mine that I look around, do you?”

“Why, no, be my guess! While you doing that? I will be bringing out the two wine glasses and two candles.”   

“Okay,”   

        

I look around his place; it is warm and very essence to me. The fireplace is blazing; he has a dark brown sofa with bunch of big red soft pillows sitting all over it. A big glass coffees’ table by the sofa, an African’s throw rug an underneath it, and a stereo system setting on the other side of the room.       

  

After I got through looking around his apartment! He came out of the kitchen with the two wine glasses and some long thin off white candles. He smile so proudly and says to me, “Now, how do you like my place?”

“It’s very nice and lavish, indeed,” I said, He laid the glasses and candles on top of the coffees’ table, and then lights the candles. After he turns off the light in the divine, and he sat down on the sofa. He looks at me with a sexy going smile as he petting on the empty seat, “Come, and set closer to me,’’ He said.

So, I sat down next to him, he had wrapped his arm around me, but, I was still nerves by setting next to him. “You have to relax if you around me! So, here! I am giving you a glass of wine to help you to relax.” 

        

After, I had drunk a little sip of the wine! He rubbing me on arm, and says to me, “Are you feeling Better, now come lay down here.”

“Why, yes!” and I had turn on a smile that light up his room as I rest on his shoulder,

Then on, we just set here, laughs and talks; we are eating ours Chinese foods, we’ve drinks wine and after wine. “Anymore wine?” he said.

“Yes, please! What do you do for living,” I said to him,

“I am a bank manager, and what did you do for living?”

“Oh, I owned a clothing store,”

After we got through eating! He place his warm arm around me, “Laid back, and relaxes for a moment,” and so I had lean over to him, and boys, does it feels good. The way he rubbing my shoulder so gentle, that I can steak cleans to him all rest of the night. And then on, he giving me a smoothest massage on my feet that I will never forgot. I just lay here, and I have feeling so embrace in his arm.

“Excuse me, I got to do something real quick,” he said, I lift my head back up, and I saw him walking toward his stereo. He picks up a CD from his rest cd’s stetted.

“Do you like Author Clock Scott’s music?”

“Author Clock Scott, is my favorite singer,”

“Well did, Author Clock Scott it is,” he smile,

 

He holds out his hand to me, “Come dance with me!”    

 He takes me by my hand to lifting me off the sofa very gracefully and starting to dance. When I lay my head on his shoulder, I felt so completely and so essence inside of me. It feels so good that my mind put on easy; I can rest on him for hours slow dancing with him. I felt his warm gentle hands touching over my body and while I smelling his loudly manly scent of his cologne coming from his body. Rubbing cheek to cheek and I holding onto his hard back along while he is slipping his hand down on my round firm buttock. Suddenly, I felt a magic coming on to me so strongly! I don’t know is it his charms or it is I had drunk too much wine?  But, the sound of the beat of my heart is right next to him. He smells the back of my neck, “You smell so sweet, like a flowers blossom,” he said.  

 

He must felt it, too! In way he had lift my head off his shoulder with his hand held under my cheek so gentle. And he went soft gaze deepest into my eyes and says to me, “Della, make love to me, right now,” I can see this spell look in his eyes. He pulls off my dark blue sweater, as well as he have pressing his heated lip on the back of my neck at the same time as he slipping off my black lace bra’s strap hanging off my shoulders. He holds my chin up high and gave me kiss on my lip while he is removing my bra off of me. Feeling his hot lip sucking on my dark brown nipple had melting the coldness inside of me.

I feel the warm of his arms embrace around me. As I stood here with my eyes closed and while my mind feel like I’m flowing into ecstasy. I am having both of my hands so tightly on his shoulders as we dancing to the slow melody to this song.

“Ooohh,’’ I moans as he unlashing my bra from the back, slipping off of me, and while pressing his fingers on my arms so gentle.

“Let us go to the sofa!” he said in his soft voice,

  

Afterward, I had lying down on his couch: he slips off my black lace panties and while him kissing me on my stomach all the way down to my legs. I am completely naked! He looks at me and while he takes off his brown sweater off, and then he had remove his dark brown cottony pant!   

His manhood sticking straight out like an arrow is so long, thick, and dark brown. He had known that the way I had gaze at his huge manhood!  “Do you want to feel it!” he said, so, he takes my hand and place on it, “Oh, it’s feels as huge and hard as a rock,” I said. He spread out my legs wide open to takes a closer look at my virginal; it is petal pink, shinning, hot and very moist. As if his eyes have been fascinated by it, he lay on top of me and also sucking on my big breast as my hand rubbing his hair and my other hand rubbing on his back. 

He starting kissing me on my neck, while his pointing end of manhood had rubbing against my lip part of my virginal had starting to groans. I say to myself, “I wish he put it in, right now!”   

 As he had slips his manhood all the way inside of my virginal, I begin to flow a lot of juice. “Ahhhhhh” he moans as his eyes rolls. “Oh, your pussy is hot as hell and so tight” he said. He slowly moving his manhood inside of me while nibbling on my ear, I rubs both of his arms. Then, he begins to go faster, and faster, I grasp held of his around tight buttock to hold him down on me. I moaning so loud, and remain holding on to him real tight as the same time, and my both of my big breasts bouncing up and down. My eyes rolling the back of my head and my mouth was wide opened, it was feeling so good that I had begin to cries as I held him tight close to me.

Until, he got up off real fast and snapping his manhood away from my virginal, because he had finally he have to cum. His white sperms came out like a volcano has explorer it out of his manhood. “Oh girl, your pussy had suck away with my big dick, I going to get me towel, now! Wow!” and then, he had kiss me on my mouth.

The next day! I didn’t go back to my apartment! Instead, I had stay over night at his apartment, and we slept later that day. From all the sex we have did from last night!  It has built up ours appetite, as a result we have to warm up the left over Chinese foods from last night, and we’re drinking red wine. I had to end up wearing one of his white dress shirt with not underneath it, I was glowing as glow bug eating Chinese food in his bed. We’ve laughs, and he feed me lo’mein noodle with chop stick out of the Chinese box. I feels like I was nothing at first, and at this moment, I feels more special, now then ever. Now, I don’t have to eat my lo’mein alone anymore, now, I have someone to share with that special person.   

           And who ever though, that Chinese food and wine is great combination for erotica food to bring out the sex craving into a romantic relationship. The next time, when we order Chinese food, we will be having to delivery at his apartment, instead.        

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mrs. Taggart & Friends, Part 1

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          MRS. TAGGART AND FRIENDS
                                                      Chapter 1

 

When I was in college, I earned pocket money by doing handyman type jobs around the neighbor hood of the college. In those days I was a touch under six feet tall, and a bit over 170 pounds, with dark brown hair that tended to wave, and brown eyes. My penis was just
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a wee bit over seven inches in length and of moderate thickness. No massive, uncircumcised dong for me!

 

One afternoon I received a call from a new client, Mrs. Taggart, to come over and move some boxes out her attic. I quoted her a reasonable price and made arrangements to go over that coming Friday afternoon when I was finished with classes for the week.

 

At the agreed upon time I arrived at Mrs. Taggart=s house. It was a smallish house, and a little weather-beaten but with a nice lawn and a well-tended garden. Looking at the outside I hoped that I might pick up some extra work painting the outside trim. Mrs. Taggart greeted me at the door. She was, I=m sure, in her late fifties or early sixties, tall and stately and still pretty. Her grey hair was nicely styled. She was wearing a nice floral print dress, large glasses, and what I assumed to be a faux pearl necklace.

 

After introductions she explained that I was to take a number of boxes out of the attic and put them in the garage.

 

“All right, Jim,” she said standing up from her seat on the sofa, “Come with me.”

 

Mrs. Taggart led me into a hallway where the entrance to the attic was located. I was glad that the attic had a hiding stairway leading up to it rather than having to use a ladder. Mrs. Taggart indicated for me to climb up. The attic had boards laid across the rafters to make a reasonable floor, but that was its only redeeming feature. It was hot, stuffy and dusty. Mrs. Taggart poked her head up and indicated the boxes that she wanted moved.

 

“They are a lot of my late husband=s books,” she explained.

 

I groaned inwardly. I knew that they were going to be damn heavy, and there seemed to be a bloody lot of them.

 

“All right, Ma'am,” I said forcing a smile, “I had better get started.”

 

Up and down, in and out, I carried the boxes of books from the attic to the garage. I was really building up a sweat working in the stifling attic. I was certainly earning my money on this assignment!

 

I was about halfway done, and in the garage when Mrs. Taggart came out with a large glass of ice water.

 


“Jim, you poor dear,” she said sympathetically, “Take a break for Pete=s sake.”

 

“Yes, Mrs. Taggart,” I said gratefully accepting the drink. I sat down on one of the boxes. Mrs. Taggart sat opposite me. She demurely crossed her knees.

 

“So tell me, Jim, what are you studying in college?”

 

“History, Mrs. Taggart,” I replied, “European history.”

 

“Well, then,” she said enthusiastically, “You may want to look through some of those boxes before Goodwill comes to take them. My late husband was quite a history buff.”

 

“That sounds great, Mrs. Taggart.”

 

“You can call me ‘Muriel,’ Jim. ‘Mrs. Taggart’ gets a little stodgy sounding after awhile.”

 

“Sure, Muriel,” I replied with a smile. In my mind ‘Muriel’ was the name of a cow, not an attractive older woman. From what I could tell, she still had a nice figure, and a very sweet smile: I’ve always been fond of women who have pleasant smiles.

 

[Filler conversation]

 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Muriel asked. “A strong and handsome young man like you must be beating the girls away with a stick.”

 

I blushed at the complement. “I don=t really have a lot time for a girlfriend. And anyway, I find most of the college girls rather vapid and brainless. I like a woman who is intelligent,” I looked out of the garage door, “And mature.”

 

“Oh really, Jim?” Muriel said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

 

“Honest truth, Ma’am.” I said smiling in reply. “Thanks for the drink, but I need to get back to work.”

 

I continued laboring with the boxes until I finally had them all transferred from the attic to the garage. I was beat: tired, hot and sweaty; and looking forward to sitting down.

 

Muriel came out to evaluate my handiwork. She smiled and pronounced that I had done an excellent job.

 

“Come inside, Jim, and I’ll fix you a drink,” Muriel said kindly.

 

She didn’t have to ask twice. I sat down on the sofa and stretched out. In just a few moments Muriel came into the living room with two martinis.

 


“Chin-chin!” she said. That was something that my grandmother used to say when she had a drink!

 

I did a bad Bogart impression in response. “Here=s looking at you, sweetheart.”

 

“As a history student, Jim, you should know that expression can be construed as an insult. It means that you are going to keep your eyes open while you take a drink because you don=t trust the person you are drinking with: that=s one reason why beer tankards have a glass bottom in them.”

 

“But I like looking at you,” I said with a laugh

 

“Well, that=s different.”

 

It was true. I liked looking at Muriel Taggart. She was leaning back in the corner of the sofa, her drink in one hand, the other arm resting on the back of the couch. That pose called some attention to her bosom, which was nicely proportioned. Again, she had crossed her knees, and now was dangling her left sandal on her foot. What I could see of her legs was very nice: slender, smooth, shapely, and without any varicose veins. Part of me was hoping that she would uncross her legs so I might get a glimpse up her dress.

 

“Jim, you poor dear, you look so hot and sweaty,” Muriel said putting her glass on the coffee table, “Would you like to take a shower and clean up?”

 

I could feel the stickiness of my shirt. “Yes, Muriel, that would be nice.”

 

“Then follow me.”

 

She led me to the bathroom. I stood awkwardly while Muriel rummaged in the linen closet for, as she put it, ‘a nice towel.’ Muriel got not just a towel but a bottle of shampoo and new bar of soap for me as well.

 

“Just toss your work clothes out of the door. I’ll run them through the washing machine when you=re done with the hot water.”

 

Once she had closed the door to the bathroom, I started the water and took a nice lengthy shower. I certainly felt good to wash the sweat and dirt from the attic off of me.

 

As I was drying off and regretting that Muriel didn’t find a razor so I could touch up my morning shave I heard a tapping on the bathroom door.

 

“Jim, I found a bathrobe you can wear: it=s on the doorknob.”

 


“Thanks!” I called through the door.

 

Clean, dry and now clothed I headed back to the living room. Muriel was waiting there, having refreshed our drinks.

 

As before, we sat on opposite ends of the sofa while we chatted.

 

Muriel listened attentively as I rambled on about my classes and the college sports teams. I listened attentively as Muriel rambled on about the doings of her bridge club and book club.

 

“If you will excuse me Jim,” Muriel said rising. She finished her second martini in one long pull and disappeared towards the kitchen.

 

I few moments later I got the surprise of my life. Muriel sashayed into the living room wearing only a black lace demi-cup bra and matching panties. I was right in my assessment of Muriel=s figure: she was still a very attractive woman, with just the hint of a tummy, but I could care less about that. As she came nearer, I could see her pale pink areolas peak out over the scalloped edges of her bra cups. Of course I became erect instantly at the sight of her in her undies.

 

Muriel turned herself around to give me a good look at her.

 

“What do you think, Jim?”

 

“Wow!” is all I could say. And that was true. For being around sixty she was incredibly sexy. She sat back down on the sofa. I scooted over to her and slipped my arms around her. Her skin was warm and smooth. I started kissing her, trying to hold back my enthusiasm, but to no avail: my lips were all over her face and neck. She untied the sash of the bathrobe I was wearing and grasped my penis.

 

“Is this for me?” she asked coyly as she gently stoked my erection

 

“Yes,” I murmured between kisses, “All for you, Muriel!” I locked my lips to hers. Our tongues met and dueled. I brought my right hand from her back to fondle her breasts. I was able to pop her left nipple out over her bra cup. With a bit of gentle rubbing it became erect.

 

I worked my way down her neck, kissing all the way. Now was time for restraint. Slowly I kissed back and forth across her chest moving lower towards her breasts. From the limited experience that I had I knew that women like things to go slow. I was happy to oblige.

 

As I was easing lower I slid my hands around to feel her tushie. It was a little flat, but I had no complaints about it.

 

I was thoroughly aroused by the soft and warm flesh under my lips as I kissed Muriel=s breasts. But I wanted more. I released her bottom and unhooked her bra.

 


Muriel Taggart=s breasts would have done a woman thirty years her junior proud: still reasonably firm B not totally flaccid B symmetrical; with very pale areolas and thick nipples that were now jutting out proudly at me.

 

“Do you like my boobies, Jim?” Muriel murmured smiling.

 

In reply I took her right nipple in my mouth while it caressed her left breasts. I suckled lightly on that jewel, flicking at it with my tongue. Muriel whispered her appreciation of my attentions. After a few minutes I switched sides.

 

“Don’t want to let anyone feel left out,” I said huskily.

 

When I was satisfied that Muriel=s breast had been thoroughly loved I continued down her body. Her tummy was soft, as to be expected. When I reached the waistband of her panties I knew what I had to do.

 

Slowly I eased the lacy black panties down, kissing the soft skin as it was unveiled to my hungry gaze.

 

“Oh, Jim-dear, you are a tease!”

 

When I got her panties down far enough, I was surprise that Muriel was totally smooth. If she shaved or it was just the result of age I didn’t know, and at the time it didn’t care. After getting her panties off and tossed aside I knelt down and began to worship Muriel=s pussy.

 

Another pleasant surprise was the fact that she rapidly became lubricated. She was no dried up old woman. Her pussy had a rich earthy aroma, and the sweet taste.

 

Muriel was certainly enjoying my attentions: she stroked my hair and murmuring terms of endearment to me. Her hands dropped from my head, her breathing picked up speed as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue as I slipped my right middle finger in to her vagina. She was reasonably tight, in spite of her age.

 

“Oh God, Jim! That is fantastic!” she murmured ecstatically. “Oh God, oh...Oh yes...Oh God, I=m cumming! Oh!” she moaned as her climax broke over her in waves.

 

Slowly I eased my lips away from her pussy and on to her soft and smooth thighs to let Muriel enjoy her orgasm.

 

Muriel was totally relaxed. “Oh, Jim,” she said in a husky voice, full of passion, “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in ages.”

 

“You=re welcome, Muriel,” I said looking up from between her legs. I smiled a mischievous smile. “Do you mind if I do it again?”

 

Muriel sighed deeply as she leaned further back into the cushions. “If you insist...”

 

Rather than just diving back into her sweet pussy I paid attention to the inside of her thighs and her plump and smooth mount of Venus. I knew if I barely touched my penis I would erupt, I kept my left hand under Muriel=s bottom while my right wandered upwards towards her breasts.

 

“You certainly know how to please a woman, Jim,” Muriel said huskily as my lips paid homage to her womanhood.

 

When I had worked my way back to her pussy the phone rang.

 

“Don=t stop,” Muriel said as she reached for the phone. “Hello?” she said dreamily.

 

The rest of the conversation on her part was a series of detached, monosyllabic answers: ‘Yes,’ ‘No,= ‘Uhuh,’ and the like.

 

I could tell by how Muriel wiggled and rubbed herself against my face that another orgasm was quickly approaching. I slipped my tongue into her vagina as deep as it would go. Muriel responded with a long, shuddering groan of pleasure as she climaxed again.

 

Apparently the person on the other end of the phone asked what was going on.

 

“There=s a handsome young man here eating my pussy, and it=s driving me wild!”