All the ingredients laid out on top of his quartz counter top. Like a rainbow, there were red peppers, green onions, purple shallots, yellow peppers and garlic. The rainbow was laid out on one side of the counter top while a heavy wooden cutting board took up the rest of the space. The pepper were julienned, the garlic smashed, the green onion finely chopped along with the purple shallots. Midway through, he stopped, something was missing he thought. Lemon grass. He opened the freezer and pulled out a long stalk. He chopped it into four equal pieces and dropped them into a wooden mortar and bruised it a wooden pestle.
Now, for the hero of the night’s dish: a heart. The veins retained much of the blood that it pumped three days ago.
He met her a couple of times at the gym. She was training for a marathon. She kept a rigorous training schedule, running at least ten miles a day. Her body was taut which she exposed as freely as gym attire can allow. There was not an ounce of excessive fat on any part of her body. That was what drew him to her. During their cool down in the steam room, she would share with him many personal stories that one should never talked about to a person they’ve only acquainted at the gym. Post-marathon sex was incredible she told him. It was fifty times better than regular sex. She told him that she liked his hair, that she liked how he was tall, that she enjoyed copulation with Asian men and how she wanted him to be that Asian man. She wanted him inside of her, right after she completed the marathon.
“Only Asian guys. Nothing else gets inside this body,” she replied.
If he was naked at that moment, she would have swallowed him whole.
They went to her place, and as soon as the door closed, she pounced on him. They laid on top of the cold tile of her foyer. She licked the saltiness off his neck, his lips, and nibbled on his ear.
“Tell me what you want,” she demanded.
“Maybe later,” he replied.
He got off the ground and she clung onto him like a koala. They showered together, rubbing soap onto each other with their bodies. She occasionally stroked his member and with each contact of the pad of her digits, it stiffen to her liking. She reached down to grab her ankles, bend herself in half and presented her behind to him. The shower pulsated on Calvin’s back.
“Fuck me,” she commanded, “but in my ass.”
He did as she commanded. It wasn’t pleasurable for him; he hardly went in. The absence of lube and the cleanliness of their bodies made it near impossible. He substituted the shampoo for lube and the rhythm started to pick up.
“Come in my ass!” she yelled.
He grabbed and lifted her up and out of the shower. He located her bedroom and threw her on the bed.
“Come on,” she said, this time presenting herself on all four. “Lick it. Come on and lick me,” she said. He stuck his tongue as deep as he could into her bong hole. He continued massaging her ass with his tongue. She turned around and fellated him, spat on his shaft with her tongue and stroked it to maintain the rigidity. She laid down on her back and guided his cock into her ass. Penetration was slow and with every centimeter, every inch, she wildly moaned. She rubbed her clitoris with one hand while the other scratched his hard bulging abs with her nails.
“Fuck me harder!” she screamed. She spoke only in imperatives Calvin thought.
His member completely filled her rectum. She felt him all the way into her throat. Her sphincter can sense his cock growing and enlarging as it slid in and out. She wanted to reach around his hip to pull him in but her arms were too short. Their bodies rapidly bounced off each other and her bed creaked. Love juices oozed from her lips. He came in her ass, like she wanted, letting out a loud war cry. They laid together, both heaving up and down as cum overflowed out of her ass.
“My best fuck in the ass yet,” she whispered to him.
“Just in the ass?” he asked.
“Oh, after the marathon next week, you can do me properly. It’ll be worth the wait. But you didn’t answer my question, what do you want?” she asked.
He turned to face her, placed his hand on her bosom and said: “Your heart dear. Your heart.” Her face grimaced.
“You’re just my fuck boy. You know that right? Nothing emotional,” she said.
“Of course. It’s not the least bit emotional or personal for me as well,” he replied.
She slid her hand from his abs and slowly made her way onto his genitals. She squeezed them, slowly increasing the pressure. It started its ascent and she fellated him. He could do this relationship he thought. She continued persistently, sloppily gulping with each bob of her head until he came. The load was slurped by her tongue. She then licked his perineum and poked a finger in his asshole.
“How about I fuck you in the ass? Every had that?” she said. He never had anything enter his body from the entrance and the thought was not very enticing, but that heart, that healthy, overworked beating heart.
“Just use plenty of lube,” he said.
She strapped on a black silicone cock, lubed it and shoved it in his ass the most barbaric way her petite frame was capable. It wasn’t sexual for him. He was as cold as stone, but she was ecstatic. She thrust him, pounding him with all 110 pounds. She lifted his left thigh with her right hand, and motioned him to turn over. She fucked his ass from behind as he laid on his stomach. As she went in and out of his ass, he closed his eyes, trying to picture that beating heart, trying to hear each thump as blood pushed through the cardiac valves and closed them. She came and shivered with the plastic phallus still inserted inside his ass. Exhausted and drenched in sweat, she laid down next to him. She smacked his behind leaving a pink indentation of her tiny hand on his butt cheek.
“What was it you wanted again?” she asked.
“Your heart,” he replied.
“I’ll leave the door unlocked. One week. Get in bed in the nude. Give me that good post-marathon sex and we will see if you can have my heart,” she said.
He turned onto his side, smiled at her and did not answer. He stroked her breasts and pinched one nipple and then the other. Her breasts were small but perky. They reminded him of little rice bowls. After ensuring the nipples were firm and hard, he slid his hand onto her throat and searched for that spot where her heart’s vocalization can be felt.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Feeling your pulse. You heart’s a good one. Real healthy,” he said.
She took his hand from her throat and licked each of his digits. She slid her other hand from his abs and went down to grab his package—balls, frank, all of it. Some it spilled out of her hand, but that didn’t matter, she liked the feeling that his cock was hers to control.
“Think your dick can keep up with my heart?” she asked him.
They fucked. It was a simple fuck: no cunnilingus, no fellatio, no finger up the ass and no toys. She held him very close to her body and lightly kissed his neck. Had she not call him a fuck boy, he would have mistaken this moment for intimacy. She kissed him from his neck to his ear, then licked a trail from his Adam’s apple up past his chin and stopped short of his lips. She buried her face next to his ear. He thought he heard her whisper something, but it also sounded like a sob. The side of his face felt warm. He pulled her in by the back of her head, as he heard a whimper. She was sobbing. Her chest billowed erratically. He attempted to lulled her, stroking her from the back of her head down to the top of her buttocks. They slowed down the gyration of their hips and eventually sleep took over her. He placed his hand directly over her heart. He can feel each soft beat with each breath. This will be a good heart, a very good heart, he said to himself.
He had a lonely dinner of pan-seared heart with sauteed vegetable and a side of consumme a week and three days after their initial copulation. The consumme was time consuming, removing the impurity took more time then he would have liked, but such was the process. The sear on the heart was perfect, crispy and a little charred. The heart itself was tender, he had cooked it a medium-rare. He was impressed with himself: he really made a good with her heart.
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