Coffee Creamer
(c) 2002 Ritalin Underdose
All Rights Reserved

This is a work of erotic fiction.  If you may not, should not,
or do not want to read this, then please do not. Continue at your
own risk.

Preamble.

I'm not a professional writer. If you've read my other stories,
you probably already know that! ;)

Some are about actual experiences and people, and some are purely
made up. Mainly I have these (to me) fantastically erotic ideas
and have no idea how to put them on paper. Perhaps you know what
I mean. Somehow, my writing becomes a description of what I did,
said, heard, smelled, etc., rather than a literary exposition of
dozens of pages. I hope you enjoy this. Let me know!
as2000_69@yahoo.com

Some of the other writers here have some terrific ideas and a
better ability to express themselves. One of them is CreamPie
Eater. Another is Couture. I'm a great fan of "The Smell of Sex"
and "Harriet Potter."

The following is a true story, agreed upon (in principle) in advance...



I selected the mug, a small yellow mug with a curved handle.

The "Sugar in the Raw" sprinkled slowly into the bottom, pooling
in a little heap.

I lifted the carafe and tipped it, pouring the rich coffee about
an inch short of the rim. The fragrance was strong - an amaretto
this time.

I set the carafe back in the coffee maker and opened the front
of my bathrobe. My cock was already hard, knowing what I planned
to do. I encircled the shaft with my fingers and began to stroke.
I wanted it to last so I varied the rhythm a little. When I got
too excited I would slow down or change my grip. Finally, the
dirtiness of my intention overcame me and I picked up the mug,
holding it near the tip of my cock.

With a final stroke, my cock began to pulse and streams of thick,
white, cum began to jet into the mug. After the first strong jets,
a few more "dribblers" came out, and I skillfully caught them all
in the coffee. When things calmed down, I gave myself a couple of
long, hard squeezes to extract the last few drops and with a sigh,
closed my robe over the softening cock.

I added some more conventional cream, stirred and carried the mug
to my waiting wife.

"What took you so long," she asked as I handed her the mug?

"Just wanted everything to be perfect for you, my dear!"

I watched her raise the mug to her lips and take a sip.

"Mmmmm," she murmured. "This is good..."

As she took another sip, I hesitated, and then added, "And I wanted
to make sure this was... EXTRA light for you."

She looked at me, looked down at the cup and back at me with a
surprised look. A moment passed, and I began to worry.”

"I love you," she said as she raised the mug again to her lips.

END

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