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From: Plainman <an10176@anon.nymserver.com>
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-



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