1-A fantasy that wanted to be real. Just by thinking about a meal - another meal - I rejuvenate. A meal! It means someth

1-A fantasy that wanted to be real. Just by thinking about a meal - another meal - I rejuvenate. A meal! It means something to keep going: a few hours of intense work, possibly: an erection. For 5 years I have dedicated myself to cooking for people with little time or desire. to enter the kitchen and this business has given me a lot of satisfaction especially that of having a livelihood that does not involve having to put up with a boss; I adjust the times and days of work so that I can feel that I have life but always complying with orders. But even when you do what you love routine can sneak in like a poison that wears down our will and our vitality and passion begins to fade. Regularly repeat the same dishes has managed to make something that I was always passionate about begin to transform into just a responsibility. But today I'm thinking about another meal, one that doesn't mean work, one that It means entertainment, and in my palate and my tongue other things begin to awaken. flavors, acid and sour tones are mixed with sweet and salty, today I am going to cook for her. My mind wakes up thinking about his tastes, they pile up ideas of ingredients and procedures in your head and they all end up in a unique and delicious product your body in my hands the juices of your satisfaction in my mouth. We met a few years ago and our meetings have always been marked by the coincidences of destiny, those that bring her to me or take me to she. When we are together at home she enjoys watching me do, moving in a world that belongs to me and she is just a guest, I cook for her while I listen to her tell me how her week was; how the last few times stressed her out costume tests for that theater group with which he started working a long time ago little, and she tells me about the movie she went to see with her friends, and how she liked it. I would have liked to see her with me, she tells me how she fought with her classmate apartment, how she hates arriving home and having her boyfriend installed in his chair. I laugh at her and tell her that if she decided once and for all to come with me, none of that would happen to her and she looks at me very seriously without say nothing and I know what he is thinking, I know perfectly well how much it costs him believe in my love, I know that he decided not to believe me anymore, that my comings and goings, my quilombos, my absences tire her, they generate doubts in her and I know she won't take the step definitive until I show him that he will not cry anymore, that he will not invest time and love in vain in something that long ago decided to believe that it is just a fantasy, the fantasy of having finally found the only one who believes he can really complement it. When I bring the plate in front of her, that's when my satisfaction begins, when I bring that first bite to his half-open mouth and he accepts my offering with eyes closed to taste it, I feel that it tastes me and devours me hungry and when she delicately opens her eyes to look at me deeply, she with certainty that my dedication seduces her, excites her, awakens her desire. See it thus pleased, surprised, with all desires aligned towards her sexuality It drives me crazy. "How do you cook tastier and tastier?" he asks, licking his lips. -Ha ha I say to him- since you are my muse, cooking has become a art. And he looks at me, throughout dinner he looks at me and his gaze melts me, those eyes blacks between shy and perverse combined with that spontaneous and broad laughter, I They give a little girl's face that makes the whole world, that routine and tiredness disappear. And yes, I would like to retain those moments, I wish with all my heart soul that is always mine, that only that magic that comes from Her black hair is forever impregnated on my walls in my skin but I have fear, more than fear what I feel is terror, because just like her I feel that What we are experiencing is a fantasy come true and I am paralyzed by the idea that it evaporate. That damned routine also spreads its nets among us. Dinner is transformed into a ritual almost like a dance in which I give try ice cream with my fingers and she licks it eagerly and returns the gesture rubbing his smeared fingers in my mouth and I bite them and he gives me a pout that lasts the two minutes it takes for him to respond by biting my nose, I I take advantage of the fact that he is close and with a single pull I take off her blouse so that her Round tits bounce close to chest. My girl continues playing pretending surprised and with a single impulse she gets up from the chair, I guess her intention when he takes the tub of ice cream and I hold his hand so he doesn't throw it on me while with the other hand I bring her closer, hugging her tightly. His body softens my arms while the palm of my hand wanders from the base of his neck and down entering through his pants, caressing the birth of his firm butt. His Breath shakes and he struggles to take off my shirt, shuddering as he feel the soft hairs on my chest rub the fabric over her nipples. I love your soft skin and the sweet aroma of her body, the exquisite mixture of shampoo, perfume and desire, it makes my mouth water and awakens my desire like an intense vibration that runs through my body and intensifies in my member that begins to feel tight inside the pants. The caresses begin to boil our skin and kisses become licks that run through us. The only thing resting on the table now is her, my delight, and I savor the juices of her passion, my tongue runs through her wet and hot vagina, my fingers they lose there, eliciting deep and contained moans; I know you don't want to give herself completely that there is something that stops her, that she doesn't want to give me the pleasure of completely, he refuses to convince himself that with me he has unique orgasms and I I know, I have seen it vanish in my mouth almost to the limit of unconsciousness, the I have heard her scream with pleasure while I penetrate her. But now he fights against his own pleasure because something about me bothers her, causing me to try harder. This meeting has turned into a war in which I go out of my way to I enjoy exploding like a bitch and she doesn't want to give me the satisfaction but I feel her enjoying herself in silence as if punishing me and her coldness doesn't make me angry. you want, because I know her and I know how she enjoys it because I can perceive the tremors from her orgasms and this challenge she imposed on me made my head explode. -Don't you want to moan? Don't you want to scream bitch? - I think all the time while I feel like my cock is growing more and more - I'm going to fuck you until you scream! - the idea It drills into my brain and I get harder and harder. With her beautiful round tail held by my hands while she is on her knees and on her back, I fuck her hard and deep, she touches herself and enjoys it a lot but he doesn't scream, he doesn't free the whore I fell in love with. suddenly his body shudders and her pussy sucks me in, drawing an agonizing moan from me. when my cock explodes in a devastating way and I feel like I'm detaching myself from the body while she ends up shaking and agitated; I see how they drip from their thighs seas of her juices, the product of a memorable orgasm. He collapses on the bed crying madly, I lie down next to him and removing from his face the hair stuck due to sweat and tears. asked: -What's the matter? - Every time we are together I feel like I fall more in love with you. I'm tired of feeling that ours is not real, it hurts me to love you. I don't want to see you anymore, I want this fantasy to become something real or end here. My body froze suddenly, my mouth went dry, I couldn't swallow and I didn't know. what to tell him; My girl is tired of playing, she wants a real relationship, one that I don't know if I can give it. I just look at her stupidly while she cries, with cheeks red, still excited, still agitated, I had never seen her so beautiful, between sad and furious; She doesn't understand why I don't say anything. He gets up, gets dressed and leaves; Before closing the door he looks at me and says: -You're an idiot! You are not even capable of defending what you feel! I know that you The same things happen to me, but I no longer want to believe in this love that cannot be compromise- he looked at me, he expected me to say something to him, to act, but I was frozen, wishing this was all just a nightmare or that he would just disappear. realized that the way we were was the best way we could be and She returned to my arms meekly. But it wasn't like that, he just took a deep breath, and said: -I never want people like that in my life again. And he disappeared, leaving me mute, cold, with an upset stomach and with a fear terrible to never see her again and even more afraid to know that now everything depends on my. That I must act if I don't want routine to suffocate me, that everything turns gray, that there is no longer any reason to be well, I don't want lose the magic we had, but I must find a way to give it the magic that she needs. I will never repeat this dish if it is not mine again because it will always have its name.