Taking Steps: Date by Appointment part 2
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charisstomaTitle:Taking Steps: Date by Appointment part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 570
Follows from Part 1
http://www.redcrossblood.org/donating-blood/donation-faqs
“Drink, you need to replenish your fluids,” Everett heard as he came out of his daze. He could still feel the impression marks from the oxygen mask when his fingers holding his straw brushed his cheek. The experience had been extreme, ‘and that’s what having la petite mort feels like,’ he told himself.
“Payment will be waiting for you when you are ready. Your diner was most fulsome in his appreciation and is willing to set another date if you are amenable for future dining. We recommend a waiting period of 8 weeks before re-engaging in donation. Additionally we would discourage sharing contact information with your diner. This is a protected environment for both donor and diner. We provide safe interactions but if you do form an agreement with your donor, you are encouraged to get a contract and register it with us. If you have any problems, with health or diner harassment, or” she shrugged, “anything else that would impact your ability to donate, feel free to contact us. Now I’ll leave you to recover yourself. When you are feeling adequate to leaving, press the button to the left of the door. There is a room to freshen up right over there,” and she nodded to somewhere behind him. We hope to see you in future.”
Everett let his head fall back against the recliner and sipped more of the orange juice, digesting all the information he’d just been given. ‘Diner. The donation was feeding someone blood.’
He remembered the nipping kisses, ‘his diner’ had liked sucking on his bottom lip. Giving a snort, it was a good thing he’d never given into getting his nipples pierced, they had been the next thing suckled on. He ran a finger over one nubbin and started coughing as he inhaled some of the juice. Sensitive. Not painful but right on the edge like a mosquito bite and just as productive of a need to worry at the flesh more. He’d never realized how much he got off on nipple play before.
Shaking his head, ‘do I want to even know what my cock is like’. His ‘diner’ had been most comprehensive, he thought and wiggled a bit in the chair which thankfully was well padded. Instead of going for the gold, so to speak, he’d found himself kneeling bare bottom up, and woah could that man move fast as if Everett would change his mind. Playful little nips and kisses had been administered to his ass cheeks as those cool fingers had explored and teased.
Snickering, ‘a person hasn’t lived until they’ve actually had cold hard digits up their ass rubbing at places only read about in gay porn books.’ Levering himself out of the chair, ‘Alright, if my cock can pop an erection, it is time to get up and get out.’
The bathroom facilities spared no luxury. Easily he could see being a kept menu regular but then again …
He snorted, ‘they say that you fall in love with the person that pops your cherry. I’ve been popped and,’ pausing as the pit of his stomach curdled slightly, ‘it doesn’t feel right for it to be anyone else but him next time.’
Snorting was getting to be a habit, ‘Love at first bite,’ there was a cheesy Dracula movie named that. ‘I really hope I’m not losing my classiness,’ he snickered, ‘like I had it to begin with.’
I blame wonderful Meep. Next after this is Part 3
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 570
Follows from Part 1
http://www.redcrossblood.org/donating-blood/donation-faqs
“Drink, you need to replenish your fluids,” Everett heard as he came out of his daze. He could still feel the impression marks from the oxygen mask when his fingers holding his straw brushed his cheek. The experience had been extreme, ‘and that’s what having la petite mort feels like,’ he told himself.
“Payment will be waiting for you when you are ready. Your diner was most fulsome in his appreciation and is willing to set another date if you are amenable for future dining. We recommend a waiting period of 8 weeks before re-engaging in donation. Additionally we would discourage sharing contact information with your diner. This is a protected environment for both donor and diner. We provide safe interactions but if you do form an agreement with your donor, you are encouraged to get a contract and register it with us. If you have any problems, with health or diner harassment, or” she shrugged, “anything else that would impact your ability to donate, feel free to contact us. Now I’ll leave you to recover yourself. When you are feeling adequate to leaving, press the button to the left of the door. There is a room to freshen up right over there,” and she nodded to somewhere behind him. We hope to see you in future.”
Everett let his head fall back against the recliner and sipped more of the orange juice, digesting all the information he’d just been given. ‘Diner. The donation was feeding someone blood.’
He remembered the nipping kisses, ‘his diner’ had liked sucking on his bottom lip. Giving a snort, it was a good thing he’d never given into getting his nipples pierced, they had been the next thing suckled on. He ran a finger over one nubbin and started coughing as he inhaled some of the juice. Sensitive. Not painful but right on the edge like a mosquito bite and just as productive of a need to worry at the flesh more. He’d never realized how much he got off on nipple play before.
Shaking his head, ‘do I want to even know what my cock is like’. His ‘diner’ had been most comprehensive, he thought and wiggled a bit in the chair which thankfully was well padded. Instead of going for the gold, so to speak, he’d found himself kneeling bare bottom up, and woah could that man move fast as if Everett would change his mind. Playful little nips and kisses had been administered to his ass cheeks as those cool fingers had explored and teased.
Snickering, ‘a person hasn’t lived until they’ve actually had cold hard digits up their ass rubbing at places only read about in gay porn books.’ Levering himself out of the chair, ‘Alright, if my cock can pop an erection, it is time to get up and get out.’
The bathroom facilities spared no luxury. Easily he could see being a kept menu regular but then again …
He snorted, ‘they say that you fall in love with the person that pops your cherry. I’ve been popped and,’ pausing as the pit of his stomach curdled slightly, ‘it doesn’t feel right for it to be anyone else but him next time.’
Snorting was getting to be a habit, ‘Love at first bite,’ there was a cheesy Dracula movie named that. ‘I really hope I’m not losing my classiness,’ he snickered, ‘like I had it to begin with.’
I blame wonderful Meep. Next after this is Part 3
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Date: 2014-06-07 10:57 pm (UTC)you've written it right?
*sits comfortably*
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Date: 2014-06-08 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-09 01:55 am (UTC)She's being very professional. The place has standards.
Think the contact info non-exchanging would rank up with getting the restaurant's recipe for a signature dish. You lose customers if the diners can make it at home.
As well as the menu dish's safety.