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Secret of flavor

That night, I ate the chef’s soup in the restaurant. It tasted sweet and fresh, so good I asked her, “What’s the secret? Why is it so delicious?” She came closer with a playful look and said softly, “Stay after closing and come to the kitchen. I’ll tell you in a special way.” Her words made me curious and excited. When the restaurant closed, I went to the kitchen. Only the chef was there. She took off her apron and said, “You kept your promise. Now we’re alone.” She stayed close and whispered, “Use your body to feel the start of this secret.” We moved together on the kitchen table. Her body was warm and soft. Our movements got quicker and stronger. Pleasure came like big waves. At the peak, she took the warm liquid I released into her mouth. She stood up, put that liquid into the soup, and stirred it. The smell got better. She tasted it and smiled. “This is the whole secret,” she said gently. “My body and your strong passion mixed to make the perfect taste in my heart. Your warm liquid is the soul of this soup.” She kissed my cheek and said, “Come back and remember this special taste.”