There’s something almost orgasmic, to Rachel, about a properly brewed cup of coffee.
She lifts the coffee to her face, eyes closed, every sense turned off but one, and sniffs. The aromatic beans, hot and bitter, tickle her nose and send shivers through her body. The sugar and milk, immediately following it, calm her and smooth her down. She throws her head back and gulps air, breathing, reacting to her own reaction. But she doesn’t turn her nose off.
She sniffs slowly until the coffee cools down. Then she turns on her taste buds and takes a single, perfect sip.
Perfection, Alphas, Rachel Pirzad
There’s something almost orgasmic, to Rachel, about a properly brewed cup of coffee.
She lifts the coffee to her face, eyes closed, every sense turned off but one, and sniffs. The aromatic beans, hot and bitter, tickle her nose and send shivers through her body. The sugar and milk, immediately following it, calm her and smooth her down. She throws her head back and gulps air, breathing, reacting to her own reaction. But she doesn’t turn her nose off.
She sniffs slowly until the coffee cools down. Then she turns on her taste buds and takes a single, perfect sip.