Lust 2

For lunch, I specifically asked for an extra egg (forgetting again to ask that I wanted my eggs un-runny) and an extra serving of bacon. I was craving for the ubiquitously named Kiwi Breakfast. But something got lost in the translation. The Chinese chick who took my order was dazzled by my extreme handsomeness and by the time my order arrived, I was looking at the result of her momentary lapse in concentration- four eggs. 

D smirked. He was not having any cast-offs; he had ordered a mushroom omelet. 

So I just dug in and guess what? It was like an unexpected moment of sexual passion. 

But I'm keeping my lips sealed; I don't fuck and tell.