Restaurant "Romance"

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I'm looking for a man who wants to be a frequent customer at the Hearts Afire Cafe. I'll be the waitress (Lylena) and you will be the customer whom I fall in love with and vice/versa. The story will progress from romance to sex *obviously*. Post or PM me if you want to be the male.

 

[misterK]

Would love to be the male if this is still running. Let me know a little bit more about the setting/characters.

 

[seduce887]

restless male

I had just left my apartment where my wife of five years was having an affair with my best friend. Hot and heavy sex that turns my stomach inside out. I had been a frequent customer down- stairs at the tiny cafe for three days now. I'd been out pacing the park across the street all night, wondering what went wrong, or was it that i'm no good in bed.
Just before closing time I watch you sweeping the floor through the large window. You look tired, hungry for something, and on your feet all day. Leaving the frigded air and restore my body to its normal condition, entering the empty cafe to study your tiny body bent over to pick up the debre.

"Hello, you open for business?" I said, appearing behind you wearing a smile and tight jeans. Working my careless eyes over your bent inner thighs that were causing havoc throughout my entire built.
"Yes." you replied, without turning around to witness me.
"Can a cold man have a cup of coffee?"
"Sure."
Picking yourself off the tile floor to finally see who was behind that was studying every fine detail of your fancy short outfit that I took a liking to. Sitting in the back corner of the cafe, zipper un- done, leaning my back against the wall as if to say, "Here I am so come and get it." when my heart went pitter patter. Drawn in by the open blouse and kind generous look you expressed, pouring the cup with rich aroma while i glance down your top to the fine shimmering objects that were as nude as my nervous arm on the back of the seat. Desiring you tonight was rambling inside me, thinking about you and me in the sack, nestling with the full moon shown through the window.
Realizing when I watch you blush that you'd noticed my zipper was open, allowing your humble eyes to adventure into a culture all its own. Darken fiber appearing at a glance, drawn in by your many touches once you'd sat beside me. Fondling the secrets of a man, yearning to seek justice, for justice is a thing of beauty from the past.
Slowly ecknowledge the rest of me once you straddle my legs and casually undress me with your mouth over mine and breasts pressing against me. As I too enjoy the softness beneath your short skirt, drawing you closer over the instrument you'd carefully drawn out with your smile.
Rubbing the way you like, undestanding the way we both feast upon life and human nature. Both savoring the feeling we got as our hands were battling the darken forest of evil and enjoying this moment we will treasure for life. Lowering your sweet warm lips over the statue I developed, while my hands caress the way you sway, nude buttock that I feel and devour once I felt how much of me you've taken in. Then luring you into raising up your skirt with a certain look in my eye, shaping the valley the way you want me to and sliding up your inner thigh my restless tongue until i reach the pleasure I so seek delicately and frequently with hands squeezing the sides and burying my taste buds that made you panic slightly.