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Authors: Jamallah Bergman

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M
y man
…I really like the sound of that, you know.

“Do you want to eat in or go out tonight for dinner?” Max asked me
, as we sat on the couch together. He was rubbing my feet, which I honestly didn’t need, but I totally enjoyed having a man rubbing my feet.

“How about
some Chinese? I’ve been craving some egg rolls and won ton soup. I have a menu for the Emperor Dragon on my fridge.”

He got up
and went into the kitchen, and a moment later he returned with the menu. I already knew what I wanted; I ordered from the place from time to time when I had a hankering for Chinese food.

“Do you know what you’d like?”
I asked him.

“Do they have
phoenix and dragon?”

“You like that too
? Yeah they have it.” I smiled. Who would have thought he liked the same dish I did?

Grabbing the phone, I called up Emperor Dragon.

“This is Emperor Dragon. Is this carry out or delivery?”

“Delivery
.”

“Number please
.”

“4042544653
.” I could hear the guy tapping on the keyboard as I gave my phone number.

“Is this Sarah?”

“Alex, is that you?” I grinned. Alex was not only the manager of the Chinese place, but also my good friend.

“Hey there
! When I saw your name pop up, I thought, oh, there goes my egg roll and won ton soup lady.”

We both laugh
ed. Honestly, whenever I would order from Alex’s place, I always got the same thing, unless I ordered the P&D meal, but that’s the only time I got something different.

“Well
, you know what I want, Alex, and I also want the Phoenix and Dragon. Make sure they add extra crunchy noodles and some hot mustard.”

“Alright then, I’ll make sure personally to have all that in the bag. Did you want steamed or fried rice?”

“Do you want steamed or fried rice?” I asked Max.

“Um
, I’ll take steamed rice.”

“Steamed rice will do.”

“Alright, give us about forty-five minutes. Your total is thirty-one dollars and forty-seven cents.”

“Thanks
, Alex, goodbye.” I hung up the phone. Max continued to rub the sole of my foot, and I sighed. Honestly, he had magic hands. “Keep this up and I’ll end up falling asleep on this couch.”

He chuckled
and moved down along the arch of my foot, ever so slowly. All I could do was sigh and enjoy how he was making me feel.

“Will you be doing this for me every night we are together?”
I asked, shifting my head on the pillow.

“Of course
. And if your hands bother you from making candies all day long, I’ll massage them too. Every knuckle and finger. I’ll take my time and care with them, and if your entire body starts to ache, well, I’ll take care of that personally.”

He
finished with one foot, and moved on to the next. I let out a satisfied moan when his thumb pushed into my arch.

“I swear
, you are going to have me asleep any minute doing that.” I had to bite down on my finger to keep from squealing, but of course that didn’t work.

“Are we ticklish?”

“No, not really, it just feels so good.”

Note: I am extremely ticklish…
Extremely. To the point, I scream. If someone finds the right spots on my body, I go off like some giggling fool. And my Max had hit one of those spots on my foot that, if he kept on, would soon cause me to go into a giggle fit. I was able to fight it for a minute, but then I told him, “I’ll be back. I’ve got to run to the bathroom.”

Quickly
, I got up, giving him a kiss on the forehead before I left the room.

I decided to go on and take myself a shower
, since I knew after my meal, I would be too tired to do anything else but sleep. I took my time in there, realizing this was the first time I had showeredalone in a long time. Normally, I had Max in there with me, and I have to say I enjoyed the time by myself. About ten minutes later, I heard the door open and I saw his form through the shower curtain. I peeked out to find him standing in the doorway, arms crossed and smile on his face.

“Taking a shower
, I see.”

“Yes
, I am. I thought I would get it out of the way before the food comes. With your massage and that food, I’ll be out like a light tonight.”

“Too bad I can’t join you
. But of course, someone has to wait on the food.”

I
motioned with my finger, beckoning him toward me. He stepped closer, and I grabbed hold of his shirt to get a kiss. God, I swear… I could devour those lips of his, they were so full and luscious. I rubbed against his stubbly cheek with my wet one, and his breathing grew into a soft moan. He started to take off his shirt, but of course, I had to stop him.

“Baby
, wait, you can’t get in here. The food hasn’t gotten here yet.”

I giggled
as he shook his head and grumbled.

“When you get out
… Oh, just you wait….”

Max spun around and stalked
out of the bathroom, as I continued giggling. Yeah, I knew what he meant by his little warning, but I was in no hurry and continued with my shower. Let him wait, I thought.The shower felt too good to leave. The water was warm, the steam was hot, and it was like my personal sauna in there. I planned on enjoying it in there until the water got cold.

I honestly don’t know how long I was in the shower
, but it must have been long awhile. The next thing I knew, I heard Max call out.

“The food is here
, baby!”

So
, I got out, dried myself off, and made my way into my room to grab one of my large night shirts. When I came into the dining room, he had already taken the food out of the bag and put the containers on the table. He had two plates, along with glasses filled with white wine.

“You really know how to set up a beautiful table.” I kissed his cheek as I started to fix my soup
the way I liked it, with plenty of crunchy noodles to soak up the clear broth. I always asked for extra noodles, because I loved to put plenty of the in my soup, and I liked munching on them after, as a snack.

We both ate in silence for a while
, as usual, but the quiet gave me a bit of time to contemplate what would go on the next couple of days. He would be gone, while I stayed here to get things together for my move to New York. Lord, I honestly was trying my best not to think about that, but I couldn’t help reminding myself he’d be leaving soon and thinking about how much I’d miss him.

“What’s wrong
, Sarah?”

I looked to see him staring back at me,
a worried look on his face.

“Just in deep thought” I slowly blew on my soup before I took a sip
, munching on some of the broth-soaked noodles.

“Oh
, yeah, I got something for dessert that you might love. But it’s a surprise.” He gave me a coy smile.

“Oh really
, a surprise you say?” His statement brightened up the mood a bit; I hadn’t had anything sweet in a while. “Is it something chocolatey?”

He smiled even more
, confirming my suspicion, and I decided my Chinese food could wait becauseI was in the mood for some chocolate tonight. “So, what is it that you got me for dessert?”


Aren’t we the impatient one? Can’t we wait till after we’ve eaten dinner?”

“You can eat your dinner sweetheart but I want some chocolate right now.”

He started laughing, which made me laugh, but he knew I was serious.

“Let’s eat some of this good food here
, and then I promise we’ll have some chocolate, alright?”

“Oh
, alright.” I huffed, but I ate some of my egg roll with the hot mustard. Honestly, I couldn’t go a week without having some Chinese food…especially egg rolls, which were to die for. Once I had my fill of soup and egg rolls, and Max had finished his meal, I cleaned up our mess.

“So
, do you have room for dessert?” he asked me.

“You know I do
. I’ve been trying not to eat too much real food so I could have room for dessert. So, what is it that you got for me?”

“Meet me over on the couch
and I’ll bring it over to you.”

I
went to the couch and plopped down. I watched him in the kitchen, getting something from one of the cabinets and then opening up a drawer.

“I hope you don’t tear up my kitchen
!”

He laughed
. “I promise not to tear up your kitchen, sweetheart. Now, don’t look. Keep those eyes on the television.”

Turning around
, I did as I was told and looked toward the television, which was off. I propped up my feet on the coffee table as I waited for him. I laid my head back against the couch, and in the next moment, everything turned black. Max had put something over my eyes.

“What are you doing?”
I lifted my head and sat up.

Max had put what felt like a
scarf over my eyes and was tying it in the back, snug against my head. I felt the couch cushion sink a bit, letting me know he had sat next to me.

“Open your mouth so I can give you a surprise
, baby.”

I parted my lips and waited, and a moment later,
I felt a fork in my mouth. I clamped down with my lips, and he slowly pulled out the fork. Lord, what the hell was it that I was eating? Bittersweet chocolate, but also caramel…and my goodness, was that sea salt I tasted? I ran the smooth and creamy frosting against my tongue, as every part of me tingled like crazy. “Good lord, what the hell was that?”

“Want another taste?”

I nodded and opened my mouth, waiting for another bite, and then I licked some of the frosting that had gotten on my lower lip. My God, it was delicious. I found myself moaning, hungry for more.

“What kind of cake is this?”

“It’s called salted caramel milk chocolate. Do you like it?”

“I love it
. I’ve never tasted anything so delicious. Where’d you find it?”

“That’s my secret
, baby. Open up so I can give you another bite.”

I happily obliged
andreceived another forkful of the flavorful confection. I moaned again, the taste having hit a nerve within my being. Like you already know, I love my chocolate. And when the chocolate is really good, I feel as if my entire body is building up to something intensely orgasmic. Sometimes, I have to stop myself from going overboard, especially in public. I remembered the first time I’d lost it, some five years back. I went on vacation to Myrtle Beach, since I had two weeks off. I spent part of the first three days on the beach, just enjoying the feel and smell of the water and then lounging around in the comfort of my bed. But I mainly went to South Carolina because I had heard of this place that made this amazing chocolate walnut fudge.

Now
, I know what you are thinking. You can go to any candy shop to get some chocolate walnut fudge. Hell, you can even make some at home. Why in the hell would you travel thousands of miles to get fudge? This particular fudge, from what I had read online and from word of mouth, had to be the most intensely flavored fudge in the South. I, of course, had to find this out for myself.

I went to the candy shop, which was called Jane’s Confections. It was a white brick building that looked like it had been there for years but had been freshly painted with white paint.
The sign had a red border with a white background and red bold letters that matched the building’s awning. When I walked inside, the immediate smell of sugar made its way into my nose, awakening my senses as I looked over the many confections that were displayed behind glass. They were all neatly placed in their rows, like little soldiers standing at attention. But I really wasn’t interested in the bon bons, the candy corn, or even the caramel apples.

I wanted some fudge.

The young lady came up to me and gave me a huge grin. She wore a red shirt with white writing that read Jane’s Confections, est. 1973, and a pair of white Capri pants.

“How can I help you
, ma’am?” she asked.

“Hi there, I would like to sample a bit of your
chocolate walnut fudge, if you give samples, that is.”

“Sure
, ma’am.”

I followed her over to the counter
, where an array of fudge was displayed, each with a name on a white card in front of the small bricks. I saw Chocolate, Maple Walnut, Rocky Road, Peanut Butter and Chocolate Pecan…and then I saw the one I wanted…the infamous Chocolate Walnut. I watched her cut off a small piece from one of the blocks and then grab it with a piece of wax paper and hand it to me with that smile of hers. When I finally tasted the fudge, I could have sworn my knees buckled as I rolled it along my tongue and slowly let it melt. My God, I couldn’t believe how rich the fudge was. I had to lean up against the counter and close my eyes. I really didn’t know what was coming over me at that moment, and even the girl asked if I was alright.

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