LIFE WITH CHOCO FLAVOR

“Baby don’t stop, don’t stop”, Fatima gasps while her hands stroke the back of her husband. She has been desperately trying to reach orgasm for the past 30 minutes. She closes her eyes in concentration....her skin is damp, her body warm-she wants a real love making.



"Honey, I- I can’t, I’m sorry". Josh stops pumping and gently withdraws himself from her. He just couldn’t bear it; she is not the strong woman she used to be, when she closes her eyes to feel him he got scared if she is in pain. His love overpowers his desire.



Why, can’t I satisfy u anymore? asks Fatima. She kicks the blanket and reaches for the cigar. Her hands are trembling. It wasn’t Josh fault, but she needs somebody to blame.



"Honey, you know you should not be smoking", says Josh with teary eyes.



Fuck you! Can you at least stop reminding me of my fucking sickness! Throwing the cigar in the trash bin, she storms in to the bathroom, slams the door behind her and cries as long as she pleases.



Soft knocks on the door wakes her up. Fatima wasn’t sure how long has she been inside the bathroom.



Honey, you okay? Ask Josh with a gentle voice she hates. She doesn’t want to be treated with extra kindness; she wanted to live a normal life.



She flushes the bowl instead of answering. Hearing Josh retreating footsteps she steps in the cold shower, the water is like invisible needles, seeping through her skin, giving her thousands small pains, as she shivers, her tears mingles with water- and she laughs wildly. She feels pain damn it! That means she is still alive.

Clad in her sexiest dress and high-heeled shoes, a thin smile spread her face as she glances at the name on the door.



Dr. Patrick Smith, Surgeon.



Hell! This could be her lucky day after all. At that thought she grins, flips the sign “Dr. is out” and locks the door behind her.



“Hey Wondie, Come in- I was just looking at your files” greets Patrick in his usual warm tone he uses to his clients.



“Good morning to you too Dr., I’m here for something else”.



Dr. Patrick Smith mouth switches into a serious curve. Fatima is up to something. He admires her courage, after being diagnosed with a 4th stage breast cancer; she became more confident, carefree and aggressive. She must be in denial stage but individual patients have different reactions and God only knows what is running inside their minds. He catches a glimpse of her perfectly shaped legs when she sits down and stretches. What the hell is he thinking? He never hit on his client, which is his principle. Unless the client would hit him- that, he muses can be considered.



“Well Wondie, is there anything I can do for you?” he called her that fondly, a shortcut for wonder woman, which reflects her personality. Well anyone who doesn’t know her wouldn’t dare thought she is dying- one would see a gorgeous, young and smart physiotherapist. Such a waste indeed! If he could only do something to cure her.

“Indeed there is, Doctor”. Fatima says, biting her right point finger. She is thrilled. This will be her best day ever and nothing could stop her. She looks up at his blue eyes, unlike Josh black eyes, she sees understanding in there and not pity. The realization arouses her- exactly what she needed. Someone who understands.



Patrick is her colleague. She has been attracted to him but she loved Josh too much she dared not tried before. Josh- oh she has to forget him for awhile, she had spent all five years thinking about him. This day is hers.



“I’m here for an over-all check up doctor”. She stands and with one swift movement her dress falls, revealing her naked breast and red lacy underwear. She did not wear bra on purpose. She is proud of her breast, not even cancer would make her ashamed of it.



She walks toward him, he sit still on his chair, she knows his principle but she wouldn’t allow him to think and say no. With just the panty on and her high heeled black shoes, she knows she is every bit a desirable woman and that is just what she wanted to prove.



Fatima sits on the table in front of him, spreading her legs and putting both feet on the sides of his armchair. She could see his arousal just beneath the linen of his pants. Perfect!



She leans her right arm on the table and touched her right breast with her left hand. Started squeezing it hardly, liking the sensation. Fuck the cancer!



Patrick stares at the beautiful woman on his table, her breast inviting him; he could see her wetness beneath that red lace panty.

Her smoke eyes are very determined. A surge of desire envelopes his entire being- he understand her, she wanted to be desired, to be useful, to be loved as a normal being- and he is more than willing to help.



He push his feet so he come near her, still sitting on his swivel chair, his hands touch her knees, slowly rubbing upward while looking at her. She is smiling - as if promising a life-changing sex.



Patrick lowers his head and kisses her left inner thigh. She sighs. His fingers trace the lacy outline of her panty. He could have hurry but control himself. This is not for him- it is her call and he is obliged to follow.

She pulled him near, her supple lips are inviting but he chooses the nipples. Nipping the pink crown leisurely while rubbing her down, he inserted a finger to touch her wonderfully wet arousal.



Fatima moans in pleasure, this is her moment, the climax of her screwed life. She clings to him with her both hands around his neck; her legs fasten on his hips. He pins her on the wall and with one deep thrust that brings ecstasy she moans louder as he pumps standing and she hanging on him.



He put her back to the table and with one swift sends some papers flying. She lays there in an eagle like position, as if ready to be dissected. Patrick totally removes his clothes, his eyes glued on that wonderful creature on his table. He would give her what she wanted- real fucking like there is no tomorrow.



He come to her and kisses her on the mouth as lovingly as he could. When she responds he thrust into her, drowning himself. Moving into a fast beat, they both give and take, she is prolonging the sweetness and he patiently, deliriously follows her lead until they both can’t hold any longer. Both exhausted they lay there for few minutes savouring the wonder of sex.



Fatima smiles as the thought of that lovemaking keep coming back in her mind. When the bath tub is full she steps into it with a bar of chocolate on one hand.

Indeed such is a perfect closing for this fantastic day. A warm bath and a sweet chocolate. Just like her life. Most part of it had been warm and sweet, she is very competitive and often proved she is very capable of many things. She is beautiful and smart and she would die that way. Not even cancer could beat her. She glances at the empty bottle of sleeping pills and sighs contentedly- she would die happy and peacefully. Josh would understand.



She nibbles the chocolate and continues reminiscing; she could feel the comfort of the warm water. Her life has been like a movie- an ordinary one except for an extraordinary sickness. She could have achieved more, but she does not want to end up hating everything. Life is a matter of acceptance and she would embrace life and death her own way.



She feels sleepy, gradually she closes her eyes, and as a tear fall the remaining chocolate fall from her hand. She is free at last.