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> Some blue chick dragged you off the street into Taco Bell
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> You sit at this table, and she has a box full of tacos
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> "You gotta try this!"
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> Eh, free food
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> She just hands you a taco
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> Is that all?
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"I've had tacos before."
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> She looks at you with crazy eyes
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> Gaze into the abyss and it hands you a taco
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> "Eat."
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> You shrug and eat the damn taco
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> She starts squirming, a weird smile on her face
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> The taco breaks a little and some meat falls onto the table
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> She bites her lip
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> No use wasting food
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> You scoop up the spilled meat and pop it into your mouth
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> Bluey grips the table hard, breathing shallowly
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> You take a couple more bites, there's maybe one more left in the taco
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> It's a little big for one bite, but that doesn't stop you from trying
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> You just cram that sucker in there, your cheeks bulging a little to get it all in
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> Huh, looks like the girl is tucking her shirt in
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> Vigorously
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> You chew, then swallow
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> She twitches for a bit, then shakily grabs some napkins
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"You alright there?"
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> She gives you a weak smile
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> "Never been better, I just uh, spilled some soda earlier."
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> Oh, okay
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"Well, thanks for the taco, it was good."
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> "It was good for me too."
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> Weird, but cute
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"I gotta go, but we should do this again sometime."
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> You hand her a business card
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> Really it's just your name and number, but it saves time
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> She stares at it in wonder
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> "You'll be my taco buddy?"
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"Yup. See you around."
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> It's always fun to eat out with girls
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> Next morning you get a call
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> Look at the time
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> 6 in the morning
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> You are all set to kill the person on the other end of the phone
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"This is Anon."
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> Then a voice of pure sex comes through the speaker
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> "Is this Sonata's taco buddy?"
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> What
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"Yes, that's me."
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> "How do you feel about breakfast?"
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> You find the apartment easily enough
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> Pretty snazzy, you have to say
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> Then the redhead opens the door, and you forget about everything else
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> "Come on in."
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> She's wearing a pink bathrobe, cinched tightly around her waist
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> She leads you to the kitchen, and you can't take your eyes off her hips
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> The woman points you to a chair at the table
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> As you sit, you watch her gather some dishes
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> You curse the island counter between you and her
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> She steps to the side to open a cabinet, and you can just see a long, yellow leg slip out of the robe
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> She approaches you with smoldering eyes and...
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"Breakfast cereal?"
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> "Yes."
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> Her voice is husky as she says the word, and your dick is standing at attention
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> She leans over, setting everything before you
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> The neck of the robe loosens, and you are granted a magnificent view of her cleavage
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> She pours the cereal into the bowl, then puts a hand to her cheek
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> "I forgot the milk!"
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> As she sashays over to the fridge, you bite your lip
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> Dat ass
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> She returns, and you are treated with another view of the valley of paradise
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> Best morning ever
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> As she pours the milk, she licks her lips
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> Guess someone likes cereal
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> Finally, she puts the milk away, and you actually look at what you'll be eating
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> Lucky Charms, you guess
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> Or whatever the local knockoff is for marshmallow bit cereal
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> Could be worse
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> The redhead watches you from behind the island counter, her arms braced against the edge
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> Might as well get to eating
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> Spoonful after spoonful, you eat
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> You pause
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"So what's your name?"
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> She blinks, then answers
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> "Adagio. Never mind that, just keep eating."
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"Alright."
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> Birds of a feather, you guess
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> As you eat, you notice Adagio leaning forward more and more
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> This be getting good
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> By the time you are down to the last couple of marshmallow bits, she's bent over on the island, flat on her stomach and her arms oddly pinned underneath her
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> Not that you are complaining, she's squishing the girls nicely, and you have a wonderful view
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> As you take a few spoonfuls to gather up the rest, she starts swaying her hips back and forth
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> Damn
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> You don't want to miss a thing, but you have a bowl of milk you really don't want to waste
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> Then you get an idea
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> You turn to the side and bring the bowl to your lips
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> You can just barely see what she's doing as you begin to drink
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> Adagio scoots back and forth on the countertop, her tongue beginning to stick out of her mouth
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> Is she on some diet where she can't have cereal?
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> Is she trying to enjoy it by proxy?
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> Eh, no use trying to understand women
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> You chug the rest of the milk, then set the bowl down
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> She whimpers, then slides to the floor behind the island
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> That diet must be killing her, poor thing
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"Want me to wash the dishes?"
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> "N-no, I'll take them. Have a nice day."
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> Well, don't want to outlast your welcome
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"Alright, you too Adagio."
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> As you close the door behind you, you catch a glimpse of her licking your bowl
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> Poor thing
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> You are just settling in for the evening after a nondescript day at work
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> Your cell rings, and you sigh
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"Hello."
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> "You the one that milked Adagio?"
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> Milked?
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"She invited me over for breakfast, if that's what you mean."
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> The voice on the line is is low and rough
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> "Right. I nee- want you to try some candy I'm making. You coming over or what?"
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> ...
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"Sure, just tell me you don't have a van."
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> "It's on my wish list."
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> The phone clicks, and you shake your head ruefully
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> This is probably a bad idea, but there are worse fates than being roofied in apartment of three hot women
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> She answers the door in sweatpants and an apron
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"Hi, I'm Anon. Nice to meet you."
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> She looks you up and down
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> "Aria. Now get in that chair."
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> She turns away, and you discover she is only wearing sweatpants and an apron
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> Dat bareback
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> You sit down, and she sets a tray in front of you
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> There's a handful of different hard candies, and what looks like homemade truffle
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> You pick up what looks like blue taffy as she sits across from you
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> You pop it into your mouth, and instantly pucker
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> It's what warheads wished they could be
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> You clamp it between your molars and give your tongue a break, panting somewhat
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> "You don't have to eat it all, just tell me what you think."
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> You gingerly pluck the piece from your mouth, and put the sticky thing back on the tray
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> There's some rustling, sounds like she's adjusting the waistband of her pants
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"That was... very sour."
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> You smack your lips a few times, trying to dilute the flavor somewhat
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> "Oh? Tell me more."
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"It might be a little too strong. If you want to sell it, you'll have to put a warning label on it. Damn, is there something I can drink?"
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> She stands up, one hand hidden behind the apron
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> "Oh, I'll give you something to drink."
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> She goes and fills up a tall glass of water, all with her free hand
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> Is the other one deformed? Maybe burned?
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> Molten sugar is no laughing matter, you suppose
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> You take the water without comment, and swish around a mouthful or two
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> All the while, Aria watches you like a hawk, admittedly a hawk with a twitch leg, but whatever
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> She's pretty serious about candy making
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> You decide to go for the orange one this time
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> Orange flavor, you were expecting
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> Orang chicken, not so much
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> You roll it around in your mouth, trying to decide on what you thought of it
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> Aww, she's nervous, all rubbing her face, adjusting the apron straps, and that other arm just keeps twitching
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> Finally you spit it out into your hand, and she moans
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"Don't worry, It's good. Seriously, this is some Willy Wonka stuff right here. I'm impressed."
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> You set it down next to the previous candy, and go for your water again
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> Aria nods slowly, rubbing her chin, then her lips
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> All that's left is a thick, bubblegum pink rod of hard candy, and the truffle
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> Might as well see what that's about
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> You pop the chocolate into your mouth, and break it open with your molars
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> Oh hell yes
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> So sweet, so creamy
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> You don't care how odd you sound, you have to let her know
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"Damn, Awia, I love yohw cweamy fiwing!"
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> She blushes at that
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> "W-what did you say?"
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> You push the ambrosia into the pouch of your cheek and try again
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"Fuck, I love your creamy filling. I could eat it for days."
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> Aria stares at you in shock, her gimp arm twitching like mad
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> "R-really?"
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"Aria, my tongue is having an orgasm, right now. All because of you and your damn filling."
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> She slumps in her chair, a goofy smile on her face
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> "It's not the only one."
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"There's more? Where do I sign up, I need a year's supply, stat."
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> She blinks a few times, then straightens up
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> You see her arm isn't twitching nearly as bad, which is nice, you were worried
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> "I wasn't really intending to sell these, but I can make more for you, if you eat them right here."
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"Deal. Let me just savor this taste before I move on."
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> You just sit there and moan as perfection melts on your tongue
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> Aria seems uncomfortable, she's starting to fidget
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> By the time you are done with the truffle, her arm is twitching again
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> Well, let's see what she's nervous about
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> You pick up the pink rod and give it a few licks around the tip
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> Then a little further down, and
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"Nice, different flavors at different places, I like the way you think."
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> She smiles at that, her free hand tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear
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> You do short little licks down the length, getting an idea of the spectrum of flavors
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> Hmmm
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"You might consider having different colors for different flavors."
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> She looks a little uncomfortable at that
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> "Well, you see..."
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> You take a second look at the long, pink rod you've been licking
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"Oh, I get it! It's a dick!"
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> Aria stares at you in surprise, and nods
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> You chuckle
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"No wonder you were nervous. But this is pretty funny, I have to say."
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> You take in a good portion of it's length, you cheek bulging
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> She lets out a weak laugh, her fingers covering her lips
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> You'll have to try harder
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> You pump it in and out of your mouth, your head bobbing slightly
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> Still no laughter, and her arm is twitching almost as much as before
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> You try popping it out of your mouth, and swirling your tongue around the tip
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> She reaches out a hand hesitantly
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> "Can I try? I haven't...had all the flavors like that."
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> You look at the sticky rod in your hand
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"You sure you want to? I've pretty much slobbered all over it."
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> "I-I don't mind. My immune system is strong."
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"Alright, here you go."
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> You hand her the rod, and she sniffs it experimentally
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> Her arm is twitching mightily, and her breathing is rather shallow
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> Aria must be serious about her candy, if she's getting this worked up about mixing the flavors
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> She slides the sticky rod into her mouth, and closes her lips around it
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> Not going to lie, the sight makes you hard
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> You start to wonder
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> She slowly pulls it out of her mouth, and you realize your saliva is mixing with hers right now
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> Then she swallows, and you have instant rock candy in your pants
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> It can't be normal, getting off to someone else eating things
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> She starts thrusting the hard candy in and out of her mouth, her other arm twitching in time
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> Damn, that's ho-
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> She's not stopping, is she-
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> She's definitely having a seizure
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> You rush around the table and pull the candy out of her mouth
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> She stares up at you with a glazes expression
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> "Anon, I'm c-, I, I'm c-"
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> Shit shit shit
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> What are you supposed to do here?
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> Her breathing is irregular, and her lower half is jerking around
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> Your panicked brain comes up with one answer: CPR
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> You press your lips to hers, and try to give her steadying, regular breaths
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> That would be a whole lot easier, if her tongue wasn't spasming around in your mouth and being distracting
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> Then, as sudden as it started, it stops, and you pull away
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> You gaze at her in concern
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"You alright?"
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> She smiles at you, and gives you a peck on the cheek
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> "And you were wonderful."
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> She's still recovering, you can tell
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"Do I need to call a doctor, or get you some medicine?"
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> Now she's grinning, and patting your face
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> "We can play doctor, anytime you like."
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> It's a little longer before she can talk sensibly
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> Once you're sure she can handle herself,
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> "I've been handling myself for a long time."
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> You bid her a polite goodbye, and resolve to check on her from time to time.
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