I Like My Men How I Like My Coffee Novels & Stories

For ten years, I’d been a devotee of solitude. “I’m thrilled!” I faked enthusiasm, steadying my voice. “I know what can cheer Gabe up,” one said, laughing, leaning back in his chair with a pen in hand. “Coffee.” “Coffee!” another laughed, excited. “Gabe needs coffee.” “I don’t need coffee,” I said seriously. “In fact, I haven’t had plain coffee in a while.” I admitted. “But you’ll like *this* coffee,” a third chimed in. “Because it’s served by none other than a hottie.”

I shook my head in a positive answer. "I guessed so the second you ordered that. I thought you might have a unique choice, but you're just like the rest of us," he laughed. It sounded so attractive that my heart squeezed in response. "I love my coffee with enough cream and sugar. My father says it's my worst trait." *What kind of coffee is yours?* I typed. He took another sip, savoring it and smacking his lips. I watched the coffee go down his throat, and his Adam's apple bobbed. This guy could make drinking coffee sexy.

Still waiting, Sylvia looked up at him, looking so innocent and fresh and pretty that a tremble went through him at the thought of defiling her. “You must be starving.” Smiling, she indicated a chair. “Coffee or tea? You look like the coffee type.” He fell heavily into his chair. “Coffee.” “Cream or…?” “Black,” he bit out. "I love my coffee black. I believe only women take cream coffee." "That's not true and you're being bias with your observation. Men take cream with coffee too. It doesn't mean they don't just because you don't." Sitting in the chair beside him, poised as a Victorian lady, she gracefully poured coffee into his china cup. He grabbed it from her with a meaty fist and gulped d

“Get me a cup of coffee." Coffee? bitch COFFEE? SURE! I’D RATHER FEED YOU A YEASTY HAM PARFAIT AFTER STEALING IT FROM JAMES CORDEN. Why did it have to be him out of all the men in the world?

Miles stated, smirking at the thought that he had gotten back at me for my earlier statement. I just lifted my shoulders in a shrug and concentrated on my empty mug of coffee. It was mid-afternoon, and we were having coffee as if we just woke up. This was our fourth cup, and it was no thanks to Summer. Though coffee doesn't make us feel the same way as humans, like keeping us awake, it makes our stomach warm. But we prefer it to tea. I hate the taste, especially iced tea. “No one likes that shit,” Mike groaned.

Day dream about us, and hope that you will turn around. "Sweet soy..." I grabbed the coffee before she could call the order again. Stupid girl, don't you know that I have to saviour this moment, that I have to do all that I can to spend every extra time with my man. "Thanks." My voice came out softly. A voice I have been practicing to use just for you. I know men loved soft spoken women, so I'll do my best to charm you with my voice. I took a sip from my coffee and sighed, yes that's how I drink my coffee. I never used to drink it before. I find it to be too bitter. No amount of sugar or milk could kill the nasty burnt taste.

I found myself sayIng even before I could I stop myself. that made him grew more wild 😜, he pose a threat that if I waste any more time then I'll be dead. I stared at the mug of coffee for a while. If there's one Thing I hate most in my life, That's coffee talk more of caffeine. I drank out of the mug, and as expected the taste was so toxic far more bitter than the one I made for him. He didn't even add sugar. I kept drinking it like I don't have a choice.

Part оf me wаntѕ tо juѕt lіе dоwn, but thаt coffee smells ѕо damn good. I’m a ѕuсkеr for a tаll, ѕtеаmіng cup оf blасk coffee. Coffee mаkеѕ lіfе okay оn thе dауѕ whеn іt dоеѕn’t fееl thаt wау. Thіѕ is сlеаrlу оnе of those days, so I get mу ass dоwnѕtаіrѕ.

"The 'sharing' part. I can see perfectly well that you've had plenty of practice at the rest of it." I suck in a smile. "In fact, no I haven't." "Mmm." He swirls his coffee around the cup. "Feel like doing it again sometime?" "Yes, I rather think I do." "Mmm." The coffee gets another swirl, then, "I can see what you enjoy, the whole Dom thing, and why you would enjoy it. But it always amazes me that they like it, the women." "Not all do, but I don't get many complaints." Now I swirl my coffee. "And what do you like?"

Internally I am rolling my eyes. "Oh, that's nice," Pamela goes to turn but stops. Her eyes grow wide, jumping in her black barista top that says, "I like my men how I like my coffee," A little winky face follows. I jumped back as she grew closer and she then sniffed me long and hard.