Breakfast Changes Everything.

I slept well, knowing you would be coming to see me on this hot summer morning. I hear the lock click and the front door open. I think to myself. I gave this woman a key to my house in a matter of weeks. I listen to hear you move through the house, putting your keys down and taking your shoes off while standing at the kitchen table. I listen carefully to hear you lightly tip-toe down the hall as if we were not the only ones in the house. Once you get to the end of the hallway, you grab the doorway with each hand above your head, and you can't help but to lock eyes with me and smile while biting your lip. You are standing there completely nude with your legs crossed tightly. I look you up and down while biting my lip. You look incredibly delicious. I would love nothing more but to devour you. Walking up slowly to the foot of the bed, you climb to me slowly. I have nothing wrapped around me but a grey top sheet. Snatching the sheet away from me and firmly grabbing me by my jaw-line and throat.

You placed your lips to mine, and then I melted beneath you. I felt your warm skin next to mine. I feel like our bodies become one while kissing your soft, tender lips. I can't help but squirm and thrust my body into yours. I have to remind myself to breathe when you touch me. As you kiss more intensely, I gasp for air when you slide your fingers into my wetness. I moan out loud. " that's a girl," you say to me. Suddenly three strokes in and out with your index and middle finger, your thumb gently brushing my clit. Your fingers are so fulfilling. I can't hold back any longer. Arching my back, grabbing you, thrusting into your fingers as you pulled in and out, I began cumming loudly for you. I think to myself. How does a straight woman do this to me? You look at me with your cheesy half-smile and say, " how do I know I'm special? " I bet you do this for all the girls." I laughed and shook my head while thinking to myself. I don't even let women touch me let alone fuck me. I jumped up and kissed her on the forehead. before walking out the room I asked " are you hungry" she replied " yes, would you like to get food?" "maybe," I said. I walked into the kitchen, pulled my work out, and gathered all my ingredients eggs, onions, sweet peppers, spinach, and cheese, and I began chopping all of my veggies that were fresh from the garden early that week. I poured a little olive oil into my wok. I began to cook that omelet with all my love. After I cooked the omelet to perfection, I sprinkled some cheese over the top, and I plated my food with green onions being the last thing I put on the plate. As I looked out the kitchen window, I saw the unique sunflower. She was a beauty, stood tall, and was vibrant in color. I went out to cut her and put a small vase on the breakfast tray. I got a fork, a napkin, and ice-cold apple juice and placed that on the tray. I carefully walked back to the bedroom. I can't help but notice your hourglass figure wrapped in the grey sheet, soundly asleep. I placed the tray on the bed and gave a gentle nudge until your eyes were open. I say, " this is how you know you are unique, and no, I don't do this for all the girls because I don't do breakfast. Meaning that I fuck you, and you leave. You never spend the night, and I never walk you to the door.