Message-ID: <784eli$9705122342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Plainman Subject: New Story, {Plainman} "Foodie" [Celestial Entry] Here's an entry in Celeste's contest. I'm not sure I can truthfully append the usual cautions. It's hard to get warmed up enough to corrupt the youth in 500 words or less. Foodie by Plainman Princess: ... and Troop said OK. So I told Robert to meet me at the Clift, and we would climb the staircase to paradise together - he liked that kind of flowery stuff. Then he left a message saying Masa's was practically down the street from there, and they had the best tasting menu. Well, honey, you know how much I like to nibble on yummies while I talk about what we're going to do later and gradually feel my nipples get hard and my clittie perk up and my panties get damp... Judy: And play footsie... lick sauce off each other's fingers... and swirl expensive Cabernet in a big glass and sniff it... P: Sweetie, you do know me... Anyway, I really got into this civilized love scene - got him to fax me the menu - incredible stuff - a dish with crayfish tails, I forget the sauce - new potatoes with creme fraiche and caviar - I started sending Robert little script ideas of what we'd talk about doing later in connection with each of the courses. We really were into what gourmet lovers we were - building by stages - savoring each step - with the salad, kissing the back of his knees - with soup, him shampooing me with a great scalp massage, etc. Anyway I send my last gourmet sex message by the airplane phone on the way up from LA - the famous Masa's foie gras, and I would tie him down and tease his his cock with my nipples, or something. Well, when I get to the hotel the cute guy's left me a transcript of all the messages - entitled "dinner program, with script" - with word that the reservation's at 7:30 and he'll pick me up at 7. So I shower, and skip my usual fun with the pulsing showerhead so I can keep my edge. I put on that dark red silk dress, and get all primped up. He calls from his car phone, and I tell him my room number, and a few minutes later he knocks on the door - I open it - he's looking very handsome and manly in a nice dark suit - I look at him, he looks at me - he puts his hands on my shoulders - the electricity flows and my butt shimmies a little and my toes curl - and you know what I suddenly can't get out of my head? J: What you'll be doing when you get back after dinnner? P: No - this mental image of a juicy hamburger, dripping in onion rings - and I just want to sink my teeth into it. So I blurt out "I want a hamburger," and he roars with laughter, and in a few seconds all our clothes are in a pile on the rug and then there's a lot of animal grunting and obscenities, and then a big wet spot staining the nice bedspread, which we never bothered to turn down.. J: And later you call room service... P: A lot later... -The End- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /