FOREVER

She had been looking forward to this day all week and now it was finally here.  It took her two hours and fifteen minutes to get ready and yet she was still ten minutes early for the train.  He met her at the station, she was pleased to see he’d made an effort too.  His skin was lightly scented with cologne, his strategically tousled hair softened his features.  She ran to him and they kissed passionately.

 

At the restaurant they talked about everything that had ever meant anything to them, they had so much in common.  She loved the fact that he tipped generously and he opened the door for her on the way out.  It was a foregone conclusion that she’d end up back at his place.  There was soft lighting, music and champagne waiting.  He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.

“Oh!” she gasped, “I never want this night to end.”
He smiled and guided her to the bedroom.  Never had she been loved like this, he took the lead
and seemed to know what she wanted.  There was no time to get tired or even to drink the champagne, she was lost and immersed in him.  The night stretched on with whispered confessions of love, moment after moment of pleasure, orgasm followed by orgasm.

It was only when she went to get a glass of water that she noticed the time.  The kitchen clock must have stopped, she checked her own watch, then her smart phone.  It could not be midnight, they had left the restaurant at half past 11 and that had been ages ago.  She turned on the television in the living room, the clock on the rolling news said midnight.  The newscasters were frozen in mid sentence.  She started to go to the window, but his arms encircling her waist from behind stopped her; “You OK?” he said gently.

For some reason, she shuddered at his touch; “It’s – it’s still midnight,” she replied.
“Ah yes,” he breathed, “you wanted this night to never end.”
“But ...”
“Come back to bed, honey.  There’s still lots of things to do, lots of games to play.”

STRAWBERRY CREAMS FOREVER

Sex was what Steve was wired for.  It wasn’t fun if he wasn’t confident, so he avoided sweets and junk food.  However, the sight of a sexy woman lured him into the Candy Shop at closing time.  Katie was voluptuous, with long brown hair and striking violet eyes.  She smiled as if she wanted to play too.
“What would you recommend?” Steve asked casually.
“Did you really come in here for chocolate?”

Once they were naked in the back room, she poured wine over his erection.

“Pleasure’s about taste and sensation,” she breathed and gave him the best head he’d ever had.
“Stop,” Steve gasped, “I don’ wanna cum yet!”
He fucked Katie on the floor, feeling her wet tightness.  At the moment of no-return, she put something in his mouth; the taste was exquisite, Belgian chocolate melting, the heavenly burst of strawberry and champagne like fizz.  As he orgasmed with that wonderful flavour, the neuro-networks in his brain changed and fused.
“There,” she said, “strawberry creams forever.”
He bought a packet and went home.

Steve couldn’t look keen, but as he sucked on strawberry creams and thought of Katie, he became uncontrollably horny.  He returned within two days, having eaten them all.  An older, austere woman was behind the desk.  As she informed him that Katie was away for three weeks, a middle aged man picked up three bags of strawberry creams, paid and left.  She didn’t react and said nothing when Steve bought a packet that day, the next and the next.

That first week, Steve couldn’t stop eating strawberry creams, thinking of Katie and masturbating.  The second, he tried to give them up and took a girlfriend home, but ordinary sex wasn’t good enough; it had to be Katie, there had to be strawberry creams.  He couldn’t get hard.  He rushed to the Candy Shop and bought four packets.  That middle aged man was there and Steve wondered if Katie had fucked him too.  Imagining that, when he was back in his bedroom and sucking on a strawberry cream, only excited him more.  Steve stayed in, neglecting his fitness/nutrition regime and social life.  By week three, he was late for work, not washing his clothes and neglecting to shower.  He ate strawberry creams and thought of Katie in the toilets, during meetings, behind his desk ...  He couldn’t fit into his sharp suits anymore ... 

One Saturday, he rushed back to the Candy Shop and there she was!  He loitered until the shop was empty, then hurried in; “You’re back!”

Katie stared at the unkempt, overweight, smelly guy.  He reminded her of that middle aged man, who came in every day and gave her the creeps; “What can I get you?”
“You know what!” he lunged behind the counter, grabbing her waist and pushing his mouth against hers.
She pressed the panic button and managed to fend him off with the threat of a pair of scissors used for cutting gift wrap.
“Please don’t do this!” he begged as the Police dragged him away, “I need you!  Please!  Just once more in the back room with the strawberry creams!  Katie!  Katie!”
Only then did she remember who he was.