Three Square Meals Literotica Novels & Stories

If you don’t take three servings, you’re going to look rude. — Three servings? I’m not sure I can manage that, I said, laughing softly. — We’ll see, he shot back with a challenging look. — You know, Lucas, Lyra began, crossing her arms, there are people who prefer to eat quietly rather than gulp down three croissants in less than two minutes like you. — It’s efficiency, Lucas corrected, adopting a serious expression. — It’s gluttony, she replied promptly, causing her parents to burst out laughing.

CEO. Quietly, deep in my heart, I whisper a prayer for him. I hope Lucas truly becomes successful one day. Because if anyone deserves it, it’s him. “Here, Lori.” Lucas passes me the menu with a small smile. “Choose whatever you want.” I accept it quietly. Then my eyes land on the prices and almost pop straight out of my sockets. What the hell?! My jaw nearly drops to the table. These prices are insane! One single meal here can feed someone for almost a month!

“You’re cheap.” “And proud of it.” Auri laughed softly. The sound was still quiet, but it came much easier that morning. She motioned for Lucas to sit at the round table near the window. Sunlight fell across part of his face, sharpening the line of his jaw and making him look calmer than he had the night before. They unpacked the food one by one. Egg sandwiches, chicken rolls, cut fruit, and black coffee for Lucas. It was far too much for three people, but that was also very Lucas—showing care through practical things, then pretending it meant nothing.

We couldn't afford to hide things from each other anymore. To break the suffocating gravity of the moment, Madeline stood up with a bright smile. "But enough of doom and gloom for now. You’ve traveled far, and you need to eat." She moved around the cozy kitchen, preparing a simple, rustic meal of thick roasted stew and warm, crusty bread. The heavy, delicious smell quickly filled the room, making my stomach rumble. As she served us, the terrifying reality of our lives seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the simple comfort of a home-cooked meal.

Ella Sunlight filters through a large window and plays over a cozy bistro table stacked high with food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, bagels, bowls of tropical fruit, and pitchers of juice. I smear butter and jam on my third piece of toast and bite into it, trying not to groan. How long has it been since I’ve eaten?

She turns back to the phone and taps on the first photo attached to the email, she then turns the screen viewing the photo horizontally. From her back, I crane my neck and squint my eyes, trying to find out what the photo is about. There, inside the fist photo, I see a scene taken outside of a restaurant. Looking through the window, I can see there is only one table in the corner that is occupied. One side of the table sits a young man with short brunette hair in a blazer; while on the other side sits an older man with a young lady standing at his back. Although the signage of the restaurant isn’t included in the photo, yet I’ve actually been there for a few times, Justin and Jamie each brou

His secretary protested loudly, though she knew deep down exactly what Victor meant—it stung like hell. ** "Isaiah, reheat my lunch right now, and don't forget my banana milk. I'll be waiting in my office," Lukas instructed calmly once they were back. "Yes, Sir," Isaiah replied promptly. Isaiah carefully reheated the food in the state-of-the-art microwave, then arranged it beautifully on a plate. It smelled absolutely amazing—rich, savory aromas wafting through the air—and looked like it had been crafted with loving care by a professional. Just by checking the generous portions and the perfectly balanced range of foods—proteins, veggies, grains—he could tell Gloria had gone out of her way to

She said, "Mr. Saltzman, take it easy, don’t die on me, or I’ll have huge psychological trauma. I won’t be able to do this with anyone else in the future." This sentence really pissed him off. "I’m not dead yet, and you’re already thinking about being with someone else?" And so, the cycle continued… However, the meals these days were quite good. He probably knew how much energy they were expending, so he had the kitchen make all kinds of nourishing dishes. Lamb bones, pig kidneys, beef marrow, yam, sea cucumber, goji berries—three different variations for every meal. It was delicious and really did replenish energy, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

The soft and bouncy feeling was simply indescribable. So, Kerrigan was also another hussy. It seemed I'd be taking on both mother and daughter tonight. I quickly whipped up a luscious spread for dinner and told them that dinner was ready.

I lay beside her that night, yet I barely slept. After returning to the city, life quickly fell back into its usual rhythm. Work, home, meals, sleep... Everything seemed unchanged, as if that trip had been nothing more than an ordinary getaway. However, something had quietly shifted. Shanine seemed to like Phoebe even more after the trip. She brought up the vacation from time to time, praising how considerate Phoebe had been and how thoughtful she was. She even started enthusiastically planning where the three of us should travel next.