62 Days by Jessie M Read Free Book Online Page B

around my waist and we both end up falling asleep for a while.
    ***
    I think I’m dreaming but I’m not… I really am being kissed awake. Several times. And what a pleasant experience it is. My mouth curls up in a little smile and I open my eyes.
    He is leaning up on his elbow, his face just above mine. “So, for dinner tonight… what type of thing would you like to eat?”
    I’m thinking I’d like to eat him at the moment, let’s forget food altogether… but I end up saying “French traditional.”
    “ Really? Are you sure…?”
    “ Yep, frogs legs, snails and whatever else the French like. Take me somewhere like that.” Might as well go for it. Who wants steak, pasta or pizza in Paris?
    “ I know just the place, let’s get up and get ready then.”

TEN
    As I sit in front of my plate of snails in our very traditional little French restaurant I am wondering if I have made the right choice. They are exactly like the ones you find leaving a slimy trail across the garden path. I’m not sure I want to enter their domain and pull them out. I watch Mark. He seems to be having no problem pulling them out and has eaten half already. I know this is what I asked for but I expected them to be more in disguise. I prod them about, turning them over several times and lining them up. Mark is trying very hard not to laugh and finally gives up and splutters in hilarity.
    “ Honestly Ray, you are so entertaining. I could write a whole book on you and those snails… Are you planning to eat them or getting to know each one intimately?”
    “ Well it is a rather strange experience for me… being a snail virgin… I’m still plucking up the courage…“ I finally tackle one, watching the expert across the table demonstrate how to do it. I triumphantly remove it and hesitantly put it in my mouth and chew… Hmmm, not too bad…
    “ The frogs legs are much easier, they come in a nice little easy to eat pile… you pick them up and nibble around the bones.” He explains with an ’isn’t that fun’ expression.
    “ Really? How lovely.” Suddenly I am feeling queasy at the thought of nibbling a slimy pile of frogs limbs and little frog fingers and toes. One thing at a time I tell myself. I continue attacking my snails … one down, eleven to go.
    I am pleasantly surprised at the following course, despite the fact that the frogs legs are still joined at the hip, or is that the waist? I actually like the taste… so much nicer than snails… and not even slightly slimy either. The entrée of veal is a wonderful normal meat affair with mushroom sauce and other recognisable things, and I have a large dollop of tart lemon mousse and wafers to finish up. All in all a very French affair. I’m pleased with myself for eating so much too. Mark rewards my successful food experiment with a large glass of vintage port for us both.

ELEVEN
    After leaving the restaurant, we head off for a short evening stroll around the humid streets before going back to our room for the night. He now has his arm around my shoulder. Things are warming up. I am actually getting extremely excited as we approach our hotel.
    We make our way up to the ‘palatial suite,’ which I have personally renamed it, in the dedicated lift.
    “ It’s been a great day. I don’t always enjoy visiting Paris, but I loved it all today. It must be the company.” Mark said with a very sexy smile. It got straight through to my willing sex receptors. I felt a little ripple starting.
    “ Yes it was all lovely. All of it. Fabulously French. Thank you so much for bringing me.” And thank you so much for holding my hand all day. That was the best part of all. Even better than the Eiffel Tower and the strange food experience.
    Hopefully there’s something to top the hand holding coming up shortly…
    He opens the door and we go in and he closes it pulling me to him. I get a rather slow and steamy kiss, a quick touch of tongue. Just enough to get a bigger sex ripple rolling