A Matter Of Good Taste

Where does passion end and love begin?

“You make money doing this?” Marty couldn’t believe his eyes.

“You’d be surprised just how much. Don’t you like your birthday gift?” Angela did a sensuous wiggle floating the smell of the bed of rose petals around her into the air.

When Marty closed the ‘Private Eye’ door behind him, soft seductive music joined the wavering dancing mirrored light of flickering candles. The centerpiece was the come hither look of the most beautiful woman Marty had ever seen.

She was dressed in fresh fruits, nuts, smeared in light and dark chocolate with tantalizing ribbons of salted caramel strategically placed. “I was told you were a junk food junkie, specializing in chocolate candy, my friend. Nibble all you want. I want to be the sweetest thing you’ve ever met.”

Evan Peters, Marty’s rich college roommate, hadn’t taken long to become his best friend. When Marty had gotten him out of a jam with his girlfriend, the dude had rewarded him with a visit to the underground legend of debauchery whispered about and called the Private Eye. “You are a pure tantalizing piece of art. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’d ruin the image if I ate you up,” Marty licked his lips in spite of himself. The smell in the room was intoxicating.

At his hesitation, Angela dipped a finger against one breast for a smeared strawberry covered chocolate and drew it to her lips. “I’m a dedicated sweets addict myself. Don’t let me start alone.”

“Shh, don’t say a word, just enjoy.” She offered the strawberry to Marty’s jaw dropping open mouth. “You’d best disrobe unless you want to wear what I’m wearing back home with you.”

Marty watched the flicker of approval in her eyes as he shed his inhibition along with his clothes. “I like the way you are rising to the occasion. I wouldn’t mind a taste of that, myself. Let me add some chocolate and whipping cream for an exotic addition to your natural recipe.”

One exploration led to another. There was no hurry. Little secret pleasures were discovered from mutual curiosity, satisfied gasps, quivers of welcome, and urging shudders.

Stroking tongues danced to the silent tune of bodies humming with desire. A peppermint candy cane became a stroke of good luck when placed between her opening thighs. Swirls of dripping salted caramel met slow sultry kisses against heated flesh.

The taste of passion mingled with growing hunger as their two bodies intertwined, danced, and met.

Lost was the need to explore any further. Each knew what they had found and where to find more. “More. More. Yes.”

Angela helped Marty shower. It became a game of teasing remembrance awakening passion’s embrace once again. “I think I am growing addicted to you,” Marty whispered, biting Angela’s lower lip.

“You don’t know me. You’ve just met your dream fantasy.” Angela kissed away a last smear of chocolate from Marty’s cheek. “You made love with more desire than reason. It captured me in its thrall. Thank you.”

“Is there a chance I could get to know the real you?” Marty asked blindly, not wanting to let the moment go.

It was the wrong thing to do. Dating clients never turned out. When had the wrong thing ever stopped her from doing what she wanted? Angela had saved up a ton of money towards early retirement. She studied the open honesty on Marty’s face. Someone constant might fill the aching loneliness in her heart.

“Today is the last day I’m working here, for personal reasons. You’ve struck a chord and made me second guess who I am. Move in with me. We can share expenses while we learn about each other and who we are. Let’s take it a day at a time. Are you up for that?”

Part of Marty obviously was. It made them both laugh. The rest of him wanted to follow willingly. He nodded and hoped the third time they made love would be their lucky charm.

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