Guide to Fine Dining – China

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by Chewy

The tropical night air throbbed with the sounds of densely packed humanity. Hong Kong was a city that never slept, it's frantic heartbeat barely slowed by the passage of night. You could sense the vibrancy like a physical force; a low thrumming that was always there, like the sound of your own pulse. It was this overwhelming sense of vitality that set the new Asia apart from the old world of Europe. Here, one could feel a fresh sense of possibility, a freedom from the confinement of the past, with its shopworn routines and fading glories. Even jaded sophisticates like Lord Ffilly-Ffilet and his dear companion Roti de Femme could feel it, though both disguised it with a well-practiced aura of world-weary indifference.

It was a strain to maintain a façade of indifference these days, for both gourmands had never felt more alive than now. Their new diet had opened up a world of possibilities beyond their imagining. Now, as they traveled the world in celebration of their new life, each night brought on a fresh experience, a pristine set of sensations and flavors that had them giggling like schoolboys in anticipation. From the teeming metropolises of America, to the murky souks of Arabia and steamy bazaars of Abyssinia they had indulged their senses like never before, greedily taken in the fertile harvest of humanity at its finest.

Tonight, they were to explore the mysteries of the Far East, with its ancient culinary traditions. Even gustatory warriors such as these were slightly intimidated by the timeless nature of Asian cuisine. Both remembered the atavistic shame they felt when they realized that the Chinese were enjoying some of the most sophisticated dishes imaginable when their own round-eye ancestors were still skulking about in the dank forests of Europe, gnawing on dead bats and tree bark. A life time of culinary sophistication could not completely wash away the fact that to many Asian gourmets, Westerners were still half-formed troglodytes who were incapable of appreciating a lowly bowl of noodles, let alone dishes that graced the table of an Emperor five thousand years ago.

'Be brave', Lord Ffilly-Filet murmured to his companion. 'Let us not seem cowed by these pompous devils."

"Have no fear,' Roti de Femme bravely replied, 'I would rather bite into a cheeseburger than show fear to these savages.'

Ffilly-Fillet winced at so horrid a thought, but was heartened by his companion's courage. Even the sight of their misshapen guide could no longer shake him from his course. They had expected to be picked up at their hotel by a limo and a gaggle of fawning menials. Instead their host had sent this scrawny creature of guide named Phat to meet them, his thin food-stained garments, crooked yellowed teeth and shifty eyes resembling something out of a Fu-Manchu movie. With a condescending sneer he motioned for the two foreign devils to come with him.

Before long, the misshapen being had led them into the endless warrens of old Hong Kong. This dank maze was the stuff of dark legends, a place so lawless and sinister that local police had long since given up trying to impose any law over the fetid alleyways and crumbling tenements. Here, the only law was that of the Triads, secret societies whose origins were lost in the mist of time. It was said that there were places here where no Westerner had ever seen and lived to tell the tale. All sane folk shunned this teeming hive of humanity, not daring to lend credence to the awful tales of sin and debauchery that occasionally oozed from its murky passages.

After twenty minutes of seemingly random wandering, swatting away swarms of grimy sonren, leprous old beggars and wanton sloe-eyed trollops, both gourmets were at the end of their patience. " My good Monsieur', Roti de Femme intoned, 'both my companion and I are tired of this senseless wandering and I demand that you lead us to our destination. Both Lord Ffilet and I are personal friends of your employer, who even a skulking creature such as you must know is a very wealthy man and will have you sliced into small, and rather rancid pork medallions if you do not treat us with the respect due to us.'

With that, Phat turned on them, his beady eyes glittering in the feeble moonlight that fell lifelessly into the alley. He sneered at them as if they were talking monkeys, then cackled with inscrutable glee. "I see, you scared? This place not good for soft foreign devils? No problem, maybe I take you away to someplace you like better? Maybe like McDonalds?"

Lord Ffilet reared up at the unspeakable insult. The two finest gourmets in the western world, being invited to fast food!!!!! Even the normally jovial Roti de Femme gagged at the vile suggestion. Lord Ffilet advanced, his walking stick raised in his hand, ready to strike down the insolent cur.

The crazed Oriental danced away from them, cackling with evil pleasure. "Foreign devils have no patience' he grinned, displaying rows of disturbingly long yellowed teeth. We are already here, and yet you do not see."

With that, he disappeared into an open doorway that led like a cancerous cavity into one of the buildings sagging over the alley. Both Lord Ffilet and Roti de Femme looked at one another in astonishment. "Most unusual dinner arrangements', Lord Ffilet muttered, showing the famous dry wit and stiff upper lip of a true English aristocrat.

"How true, my friend,' Roti agreed, his Gallic courage rising to the fore, ' but the meal will be our reward. We must all make sacrifices for fine dining"

"How true my good friend' Lord Ffilet responded, 'the sacrifices one must pay for superior dining are great indeed."

With that, the study pair of gastromes strode bravely into the dark interior. Soon the noisome bedlam of the alleys faded, leaving them to descend a flight of stone stairs and face a large steel door, flanked by two exceedingly grim looking guards. Their guide sidled up to the guards and furtively showed them some secret sign with his hands. Their wolfish eyes shot up at Lord Ffilet and Roti, and they backed away in sudden respect. With a delighted cackle, their guide pushed open the door and the two astonished gourmands entered a new world.

The sight that greeted them was as unexpected as a perfect soufflé in a roadside diner. The interior room was brightly lit. The walls were lacquered with exquisite care and taste, the general hue being the jovial red Chinese had always associated with celebrations and good fortune. Exquisitely carved lanterns threw soft light over filigreed screens and tasteful mosaics. The furniture that could be seen was teak and mahogany, each piece elaborately carved and fit for a palace. Soothing music wafted in from some hidden alcove, while the air was a gentle stream of refined perfumes and sandalwood, with the merest hint of opium and other forbidden pleasures.

Both epicures had dined in some of the finest palaces and chateaus in the world. They were on first name basis with tycoons and kings, and were worshipped (and feared) by the finest chefs in Europe. Nevertheless, there was something about this veiled place that made it equal to the most rarefied eatery. Both men could tell each furnishing was an incredibly rare original, some items dating back thousands of years and worth a king's ransom. The place exuded a timeless feel, as if it had been here, a jewel hidden carefully amongst the dross, for centuries, its secrets open only to a chosen few. The annoyance of the last hour fell from their shoulders like an unneeded garment, as both sophisticates knew they were in a place that would meet their every expectation.

Both men's eyes bulged slightly as their hostess came to seat them. She was as striking as her surrounding, perhaps more so. She was obviously Chinese, but tall at six foot, with a sinuous grace that defied words. She was dressed in an emerald green gown that clung to her divine body like a fervid dream. The emerald of the gown was matched by the astonishing vision of her tapered sea green eyes, which were like jewels pried from an emperor's crown. She gazed at the arrivals with cool detachment, a tigress greeting nervous supplicants.

"My master sends his greetings. She intoned, her voice commanding instant attention. "He regrets he cannot be with you tonight, but has commanded us to obey your every whim. Come, dinner is about to be served' With that, she gave them a coy smile that promised rewards beyond the reach of mere earthly lusts and turned to lead them to their table. Awestricken, the gourmets followed like schoolboys, willing to trail her into a den of serpents if she so willed.

They arrived at their table, which was screened off by teak panels that were old when Epicuris first suckled on his mother's teat. They could see other tables, also discreetly screened off, the guests hidden as they partook of the rarest of foods. Murmurs of conversation wafted through the air, along with the unmistakable scent of opium and freshly cooked meats. One or two guests looked around their screens in mild curiosity, exchanging polite greetings with the new guests.

"Excuse our poor surroundings,' the Chinese goddess said, her voice light with amusement. "We have had many westerners here over the years, but very few as1/4 guests. " She smiled sweetly, revealing a row of perfectly shaped teeth that somehow sent a chill up both of the westerners spines. They smiled back a little uncertainly, unwilling to ask just how many of their race had come here as something other than honored friends. "Please be seated and comfortable, my master's servants have seen to every detail."

Both Lord Ffilet and Roti looked at one another as they sat down into the plush chairs. No sooner than their posteriors graced their seats, a screen parted and two beautiful Chinese maidens appeared, bearing tea and small bowls of sweet pork soup. Each maiden was breathtaking in her own right, but was nevertheless a pale candle next to the molten heat of their hostess. They sat the refreshments on the table, their dark eyes demurely downcast. Without a word, they began to massage the necks and shoulders of their guests, their strong agile fingers kneading away every remaining tension.

Ignored until now, their former guide, Phat approached them, rubbing his hands with obsequious glee. His small eyes wandered restlessly over the smooth thighs of the maidens that showed through the slits in their pale blue gowns. His lips quivered and small beads of sweat appeared on his upper lip as he contemplated the sight of so much supple Asian flesh.

He froze in place the moment he saw the hostess's gaze resting on him, her lambent green eyes cooling appraising him like a cobra pondering a small rodent. Again, she gave him one of her sweet, serpentine smiles that would chill the heart of a lion. "You forget yourself servant,' she whispered, her voice smooth as a blade leaving its sheath. 'Perhaps you should retire to the kitchen where the dirty dishes await your humble attention."

Both Lord Ffilet and Roti de Femme were treated to the sight of their repulsive guide blanching under her level gaze, his oily flesh turning pale as poached flounder. He hurriedly backed out towards the kitchen; his head bobbing up and down like a drunken mongoose in abject submission. As soon as he could dare, he turned and fled, his scrawny legs carrying him away with surprising speed.

'Forgive this unworthy servant for allowing such a creature to annoy you with his miserable existence. He has served the family for ages, and his unquestioned loyalty permits us to overlook his foolish ways. Please feel free to take every pleasure you wish. I have personally prepared your meal, and it is almost ready to serve.' With that, she turned and left with classical grace, her every movement a sensual delight.

Lord Ffilet and his companion sampled the soup with anticipation. It was excellent even by their Olympian standards. The broth was sweet without being cloying, with just a hint of ginger to enliven it. Given their recent gastronomic adventures they recognized the pork as being of the highest quality, tender yet sophisticated with a pleasant musky undertone. They told the serving girls to compliment whoever was responsible for the soup, which brought small smiles of amusement to their exotic faces.

"It seems our friend was quite honest when he said his restaurant was off the beaten track,' Lord Ffilet murmured as he took another sip of the Ginseng tea.

Quite so my good Ffilet,' Roti replied as he eased back into the arms of his serving girl. With dainty fingertips, she picked up small tidbits of pork and dropped them into his open mouth. She continued to massage his neck and scalp as she fed him, while cradling his head in her satiny bosom. "Truly this is the finest way to dine' he said, taking in another small dollop of fresh meat. "Certainly as good as our little meal in Marakesh last week, don't you say?'

'Most certainly my fine Roti, though I do miss the belly dancers. Do you remember the name of the young lady who served dinner? All I remember was that she was one of the sultan's harem. I did love those eyes of hers'

"No, I didn't catch her name, I'm afraid, and she rather was at a loss for words after dinner. She certainly did have wonderful dark eyes though, it's a shame you didn't share."

"I have to admit I did act a bit like a savage my good de Femme, but I was positively overcome by how wonderful the derriere with truffles shredded almonds. I lost a bit of control. If I recall, you were a bit a bit of a beast yourself last week. Remember that sushi bar in Manila?"

Roti de Femme blushed slightly and gave a hearty laugh. "As always, my wonderful Ffilet, you are right. I must admit to feeling like a young lad these days. All this wonderful food has made me positively giddy. Who would have thought such elegant dining could be so good for your health, eh? We seem to have stumhemorrhage on the fountain of youth."

Lord Ffilet nodded in agreement. He too was feeling as vigorous as a twenty year-old these days. Despite gorging himself every night he felt as fit a Spring Stallion. He leaned back into the pillowy comfort of the woman behind him, staring up into her soft almond eyes. "It does seem we're a real scream with the young femmes these days, doesn't it?" He gave the alluring lady such un-gentlemanly look of pure lechery as he that her light skin blushed slightly as he continued. "I have to admit I could never stomach mere caviar and beef after tasting such ambrosia.'

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of dinner. Their stunning hostess re-appeared, followed by four brawny men carrying a large cauldron set on poles. "Gentleman and dear guests', she said, her aquiline face flushed with excitement,' Tonight you will dine on a feast first served to the Great Chi' in himself, when the queens and princesses of the defeated states were offered as token of surrender. For you, first among any westerners, I offer you the very finest my country has to offer!'

At that the burly minions set the cauldron at the foot of the table. They unbolted the lid, and opened it, setting loose a furious cloud of scalding steam, like the breath of a wakened dragon. As the vapor cleared, Lord Ffilet and Roti de Femme leaned forward, eager for the first glimpse of the food they had traveled around the world to experience.

The wisps of steam parted for a moment, revealing a beautiful Chinese teenager squatting in the steel container, her legs drawn up to her belly and her arms folded about her knees as if she were cold. Her soft round face was staring up at the men for whom she had been boiled alive, her eyes staring at them in silent accusation. She had been stewed in honey liberally mixed with persimmons and lechees, along with an ancient blend of herbs and spices. The nectar had worked its way into every pore and orifice of her body, impregnating her soft flesh and transforming it into pure ambrosia.

As one of the brawny menials wrapped a harness around the golden shoulders, their hostess took the time to give them a brief description of how this heavenly feast had arrived at their plates. The fierce pride in her voice was obvious as she talked, and both men stared at her with the respect and admiration they granted only to fellow culinary masters.

"We bought this young girl from her family many years ago. Like many Chinese families, they were cursed with an abundance of daughters and sought a way to relive themselves of the burden and enrich themselves at the same time. For years, she was cared and pampered for like a little princess. She grew into a beautiful spoiled brat, completely unaware of her true fate. The only thing she was denied was the company of men, for she was to be a virgin until it was time for her to re-pay her debt. She was then given over to the wildest debauchery, plied with the finest opium and spirits, allowed to have her way with as many men or women as she desired. She was such a silly little bird that she did not even question why she was given such license. She dove into the sea of corruption as a willing lover, giving herself over to a week of carnal sin and lust that drained even our most virile men. Her tastes were such that even jaded street whores blushed in shock at having to join her. Finally, her every fleshy hunger indilged beyond redemption, she was given to our chefs for her sacrifice. She went to death half dazed, too overcome with satiated lust to even be half aware of what was happening to her. Only at the end, when she at last realize what was expected of her, did she scream and struggle, but by then it was far too late. And so, my gentleman guests, you have the most exotic of all feasts, the flesh of a debauched purity, her flesh still tender with the memory of innocence, yet flavored with the juices of a wanton whore."

Both Lord Ffilet and Rote de Femme were silent for a moment, awed by the years of preparation and care that went into this one feast. Neither had any doubt that a more succulent dish even graced the table of the Czars, yet it was theirs for the taking.

"Sacre Dieu' Jacques muttered, for once at a loss for words. "If they had served Joan De Arc on a pond of lemon sauce I would not be more amazed."

"They do seem to have outdone themselves my tasteful friend, Ffilet intoned, his eyes wide with wonder. "I must admit we I thought our friend exaggerated when he said he could prepare a feast fit for a god. I never thought I would see a more magnificent dish than those Swedish twins we had poached last month, but I am wrong.' Standing and bowing deeply to their regal hostess, he said' my deepest compliments to both you and your extraordinary staff."

Their hostess bowed deeply in response, obviously deeply touched by the sincerity of the praise. Her eyes shone as she looked on the sultry girl still resting in her pot, and her face flushed delicately as she nodded her to her servants to begin serving the meat.

Working carefully, the men hoisted the steaming girl up and free of her steel womb. A flood of woman-flavored honey poured off her body in a golden cascade. The men quickly sat her on the table between the hungry epicures, streams of hot nectar polling around her feet and rump. The honey had seeped deep inside her as she cooked, giving her body an almost stuffed, rotund look, like some steamed Buddha. Rivulets of honey flowed out her ass and puckered vagina as her body began to drain. Her head sagged forward as they set her down, her dainty chin dropping to her chest as if she were bowing to her masters. This let loose another stream of juice from her nose and mouth, which splashed over her stomach and legs, pooling in the warm declivity of her groin. Her tapered eyes had been candied by the searing sweetness, and they looked down at the eager gourmets, two black orbs of sweet jelly wordlessly reproaching them for what they had done.

The two serving girls approached the steaming Buddha with trepidation. They too seemed spellbound by the magnificent cooked avatar of their race. They reached out with their knives in small, almost timid gestures. The first girl took a long fork and poked one gleaming thigh. There was a thick spurt of hot juices over the servant's slim hand, and she gave a low cry of pain as she dropped the fork. She began to suck her seared fingers, and then realized her faux paus. Her face turned red as a cherry blossom as she glanced in alarm at her stern mistress.

Roti de Femme, ever the ladies man, leapt to her rescue. With Gaullic charm he picked up the fallen utensil and with a polite bow took her small hand and kissed the burned fingertips. With the devilish smile that he had used to break hearts the world over, he gently placed the fork back in her hand, and together, they slid the blade into the sultry flesh. The fork pierced the meat all the way into her thigh, meeting almost no resistance until the tines jabbed the femur. The end of the fork was drowned in a flood of sweet gravy seeping from the wound and running down the smooth flank.

Hand in hand, they slid the knife into the side of the wet thigh, then began to carve along the underside of the bone, freeing the pulpy hamstring from knee to buttock. The succulent flank parted like warm butter, thick streams of nectar following the steel. The serving girl's face was flushed from the close proximity of such a handsome gourmet, and Roti had to steady the small tremble in her hand as she cut deeper into her countrywoman's leg. Her gracefully arched eyes widened as the meat began to peel away from the heavy bone on it's own weight, the whole gammon tearing free revealing the ivory bone beneath. Even Roti had never seen meat so tender, the once vibrant muscle and sinew softened into human butter. It took only a quick snip to free the whole gammon from the clinging buttock. The meat quivered as if still struggling for life as they placed it on a large gold trimmed platter. With an impish grin, Roti, again kissed the maidens hand and sat down, content to leave her flushed and flustered from his amorous attentions.

The other serving wench now took her turn at helping serve the heavenly flesh. With a shy smile at Lord Ffilet, she began to gently work one of the arms free from the leg that it still clutched. In her death throes the girl's fingers had dug through the skin of her calf and into the meat below. The tapered fingers were now locked in their embrace, and the tugging caused the small joints in the fingers to dislocate with tiny popping sounds. The servant looked in wonder as the pinkie finger actually tore off as the hand was freed, the tiny digit remaining imbedded in its bed of leg meat. The elbow the creaked as its weight was no longer supported by its hand, the tendons sloughing away like hot putty. Another small tug and the whole forearm popped free, strings of succulent skin and meat clinging to the end of the joint.

The servant stood holding the golden arm in her hands, her mouth open in surprise at how heavy if felt. She looked uncertainly around at the guests, then made as if to lay it down on another platter. Lord Ffilet, not to be outdone when it came to seducing a young lady by a mere Frenchman, quickly stood up and took the ambrosial limb in his own hands.

Resisting the urge to savagely chomp down of the gleaming meat like a starved wolf, he bowed to the embarrassed maiden and held the magnificent morsel up to her lips for a taste. The girl looked afraid, and glanced fearfully at her mistress for direction. Ordinarily, the staff was forbidden to partake of any of the forbidden meats served here until all guests were gone. Then famished workers could pick at the sad remains. Many times, she had been reduced to licking the cold gravy off of dirty dishes, desperate for the taste of this most addictive of meats. To her relief, her mistress seemed more bemused by the blatant womanizing than angry, and with a small smile she nodded her head in permission.

Timidly, she leaned forward and licked the hot sugary skin. With a tiny shudder of pleasure she licked clean a patch of meat, then slowly bit into the underside of the arm. Her eyes flew open as a torrent of hot flavor poured into her mouth, the essence of a young woman reduced to sweet milk and given to her to partake. A hot flush spread across her face as she began to daintily nibble candied flesh from the arm. Her breath began to come in short gasps and slowly, as if with a mind of its own, her hand crept under her gown where she began to play with her soaked crotch. Her fingers began to slowly pump back and forth as she ate more and more girl meat. She became aware of what she was doing, but seemed incapable of stopping as her cannibalistic arousal mounted by the second. Her eyes traveled to the still face of the dead girl she was eating, hopelessly stimulated by the fact that she was consuming such a beautiful creature. Finally, she came with a deep shudder, her breath coming in ragged pants, her hips swaying back in forth in animal rut.

"Well the meat certainly seems to be well recommended' Lord Ffilet commented cheerfully, 'I do believe its time to dine." Gently prying the soft arm from the servant's mouth he sat down, placing the nibhemorrhage limb before him. He looked up at the deeply distracted girl until she fumblingly placed a napkin around his color. With a mischievous smile he thanked her and began his evening meal.

"By St. George, this is really quite, quite good,' he exclaimed as the first dollop of sweet woman passed his lips. He sat the morsel on his tongue, letting the aromatic juices flood his mouth. After a moment to properly savor the unforgettable flavor of fresh woman in his mouth, he carefully ground the fragment between his teeth, making sure he sucked the flesh dry of every possible molecule of taste. He then swallowed the jellied morsel, his face set in a look of complete rapture.

"Mon Dieu!" Roti exclaimed as he nibhemorrhage his first morsel of leg de femme. He sat back in his chair, his mind locked in total concentration as he savored every subtle twist and nuance of flavor in the girl's leg. With a contented sigh he swallowed his morsel, his Gallic features relaxed in a state of pure bliss. " I a do believe that this is the finest lady I have ever had. These a eastern ladies sure know who to please a hungry man."

With that both cannibals set into their meal with gusto. Fingers and toes, lips and cheeks, rump and ribs disappeared into their hungry mouths. The two serving girls were whirlwinds of activity, alternately carving new selections from the rapidly dwindling dinner bird while wiping their guests lips and clearing their plates to make room for countless new servings of fresh woman.

Roti accidentally took a tiny nip out of one of the servant's fingers when she was slow in drawing away from a heavenly concoction of sweet breast with candied nipple. A true professional, the maiden barely gasped as some of her own flesh joined the feast. With only the merest pause, she continued to serve the meat, ignoring the trickle of blood from her hand. With that one small exception, Roti and Lord Ffilet did an admirable job of controlling themselves, relying on years of culinary discipline to keep them from simply leaping onto the table in a most boorish fashion and ripping the girl apart with their hands.

Soon, the once magnificent girl was reduced to bare bones and gravy. The gourmet's stomachs bulged and stretched from the heavy load of girl. Even their heroic constitutions began to flag and the dinner slowed to a leisurely crawl. At last, Lord Ffilet looked at the polished skeleton and noticed one last morsel lay unsampled. There between the ivory pelvis lay the ultimate prize, the treasure of a lifetime.

Both gourmets looked at each other nervously. Even the friendship of a lifetime could not prevent a bit of tension as they both eyed the succulent plug of intimate tissue. Fingers nervously played with the forks, small beads of sweat formed on gravy stained lips as neither epicure dared to make the first move.

Thankfully, the hostess moved in to rescue the brave gourmets from what could have been an ugly scene. She had stood for the entire dinner, her face a mask of inscrutable emotion as she watched the feast unfold. Only now and again, small flickers of a smile would tug at her ruby lips as she watched her countrywoman disappear into the refined maws of her guests.

She stepped forward, a sinuous dragon amongst wolves. The two serving girls drew back, overawed by her presence. With a languid smile that could stop a boar's heart in mid beat she took a knife from the table. Taking a second to study it's long polished surface, she then slid the razor edge into the girl's loins. Tracing the lines of the naked pelvis, she cored the heavenly filet clear of clinging bone and sinew. With the casual grace of the ultimate predator she gently tugged the flesh free of its home, and slid the dripping flesh onto a platter. She stood motionless for a second, watching the two gourmands as the gazed slack jawed in awe at this ultimate symbol of femininity, this lush and fertile flesh from which all life sprang.

With a caress as gentle as a lovers she slit the flesh down the middle, the deeply pink meat parting like hot cream. The flesh split evenly down the middle, opening like a flower revealing the smooth muscled passage within. Both epicures were visibly impressed when they noted she had parted the tiny hard beads of the girls sex straight down the middle, each half holding on to one small precious pearl.

Displaying the unthinking ease of an empress she laid a slice of pure femininity before each enraptured gourmet. Roti and Lord Ffilet stared down at the last, ultimate feast before them. Epicuris himself could not have dreamed of such a treasure, here in the hidden heart of the Orient, the naked essence of woman laid bare for their pleasure. Taking a slice, the hostess held it in her slim hands and offered it to each eager cannibal. Roti And Ffilet took their turns staring up into the lambent green eyes of this magnificent Chinese siren. Though they were the absolute terrors of the European culinary scene, they each opened their mouths as obediently as cowed schoolboys. With a small unfathomable smile the woman slowly lowered the ambrosia into their waiting mouths, first letting the moist meat graze their lips and teeth, then rubbing the hot flesh against the grainy surfaces of their tongues. She allowed her fingers to rub along the lips and tongues, letting them taste her satiny skin in the same breath as the musk-laden meat melted into their bodies. Both cannibals' eyes stayed locked on hers, like small birds staring in awe at the serpent that had embraced them in its silken coils. Cool green eyes studied them with care, her smile promising unguessable delights. Her fingers lingered inside as the flood of estrogen and human flesh flooded over their taste buds. Then with one last parting caress of her skin she withdrew, leaving them to consume the very quintessence of womanhood.

Never in decades of unrestrained gratification had either connesuier felt such a mix of emotion and taste. They sat glassy-eyed, their faces frozen in rapture. The meat was simply indescribable, like colors first seen by the blind. Hormones and primal meat vied for attention, each one interlocked with the other as in a symphony. Nothing could ever describe or match this unholy communion, and both masters simply surrendered themselves to the experience.

After long silent moments, they came to, aware again of their surroundings. The hostess stood over them, her eyes seeing into their very souls. With a bow that was at once respectful and ever so slightly mocking she backed away, her face a mask of eastern calm. With a small clap of her hands, servants appeared in a rush and began to clean away the table of every sign of what had happened here. Then without a word she led them back to the entrance. The execrable creature Phat waited there for them, his face for once lit up in wonder when he saw the expressions on the men's faces. With a small wave of his hand, he led them back into the grimy reality of the real world, leaving behind for a time the unspeakable pleasures of the hidden East.

2 Comments

  1. Zhy494
    December 3, 2017 @ 1:59 am

    As a Chinese,I love it

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  2. The Patriarch
    December 3, 2017 @ 9:03 pm

    I’m glad. I may not always be correct but when I write my stories, I do try to be as culturally accurate as possible.

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