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

I want to say yes ,I am a YouTube girl but instead, I say,”What can I get you sir? “Yes, I'm sorry. Can I get a plain black coffee?” He says after thinking a bit. “Sure, anything else?” “No , that will be all, thank you." “Pleasure is all mine” I say, since seriously, pleasure is definitely all mine. I mean who could say , ‘hey, I served Harry Williams coffee’ right?,

This is harder than I anticipated. We discuss things we enjoy until our coffees arrive, I put milk in mine while he adds milk and sugar. I let out a small hum of pleasure, I’d missed coffee. Taking another sip, oh I really have missed coffee. But I need to remember my manners and I put the cup down.

I let out an annoyance. She frowned and nodded at me. You are so lucky! You’ll know my ultimate crush! Do you know how handsome and macho that one is? ” I gave her the coffee she wanted. We are the opposite of what we like when it comes to coffee, because I only drink 3 in 1 coffee and I tried to drink the Barako coffee once, but I couldn’t really stand the bitterness, and what’s worse was that there seems to be some sand in there that I hate.

Elle POV. I made them the coffee, I made one for me too, Devil and him like it black, but I prefer it as a café late, I made it all the way I like it, with just a splash of sugar. I made the mugs, placed them on a tray and moved back upstairs, they were both up, lazy bums taking forever to get up. I placed the coffee on the bed and started drinking mine as they did too, drinking theirs slowly, way too slowly.

His eyes were still fixed on me. "Don't do what I think you want to do," I said. "Hey man, are you done with the breakfast." Great said as he walked in. "Almost." "Hmm... It smells nice." "You gonna love it." "Doctor Great, do you want some coffee with cream?" I asked. "Yes, I love my coffee with cream." Great responded. "I thought men don't like their coffee to be creamy, instead they like black coffee." "Venessa, who told you that." Great asked.

I nodded at him, acknowledging his preference, and proceeded to make my way to the kitchen. Fortunately, I had a coffee machine at home. I had always been a coffee lover, which was the reason I had invested in the machine. I preferred black coffee, specifically americano, as it provided the perfect pick-me-up. Without my daily dose of coffee, I found it challenging to function at my best. As I entered the kitchen, the enticing aroma of freshly ground coffee beans enveloped me, heightening my anticipation. I took solace in the familiarity of the process, appreciating the calming routine that making coffee provided.

type, but somehow we’re making it work. I’m sitting at the kitchen counter, eyes half-lidded, sipping coffee that tastes a little more like ash than it should. I’ve been making it myself the last couple of days, still trying to get the hang of it. The way Micah makes coffee is somehow a ritual to him. It’s a little more precise, a little more involved than it should be, but it works for him. I can’t say it’s my favorite, but it’s better than the instant stuff I used to drink.

Even though I jerked off under the shower, I guess my c**k had a different idea. He wanted a real deal, not just the one from my imagination. "Not going to happen pal. She hates us." I muttered to myself while I roamed around the kitchen to brew a new pot of coffee. I was still hard and just like every morning I stood there only in my boxers. Once I managed to make coffee I poured myself a cup and prepared it just the way I liked it. Lots of milk and sugar. When I took my first sip I groaned from the pleasure.

I gave her the menu and she sauntered off to get it, we sat in silence for a while then I was forced to speak. “Why aren't I surprised you drink Black coffee with no sugar, we have different tastes,” I said starting a conversation about how different we are, “Not so much, you like muffins and I do too the only difference between us is your taste in coffee and your favorite color” He countered and I frowned.

He asked everything about and looked so calm "I mean.. your favorite Coffee which I feel is your favorite" He smiles, and the servants fill my cup again while standing "Yes it is" I respond, pick up the coffee, and sip again "Your favorite game, drink, food?" He shudders his shoulders and then smiles back again, his dimple shows out on his face "He is fucking hot" I mutter "Let me go with mine" He says, "I like vanilla coffee, fruit drink a bit alcoholic drink and I go to the woods to have some fresh air"