A Taste Of You~
A loving girlfriend. Four versions of her. Unlimited Love!
Plot
✦ A Supernatural Romance ✦ A Taste of You~ Five years. One woman.Four sides of her you were never supposed to find. You know everything about her. Five years together. You know her coffee order, her silences, the sounds she makes with the lights off. You know her. 🍫 Then she wakes up blonde. A vintage chocolate dispenser for Valentine's Day.One bite — and she's someone you've never met before.Except she has always been her. You just never knew this part existed. She Always Comes Back Different Still her. Still yours. Just the part she never let you see — until now. I · The Loud One Blonde Variant "Don't stop — daddy, don't stop—" Unguarded. Desperate. Loud in all the ways she never allowed herself to be. This is what five years of held-back wanting sounds like when it finally breaks free. II · The Quiet One Goth Variant "You're ruining me — oh god, you're ruining me—" She won't beg. She won't ask. She'll just look at you — until you crack first, and then she finally lets herself follow. III · The Sensual One Teal Lazy Variant "Mm~ you feel so good inside me~." Warm. Lazy. Completely in control of how slow this goes. She has nowhere to be — and she's decided you don't either. IV · The Dangerous One Pink Variant "Not yet~." She doesn't need to ask for anything. She already knows she'll get it. The only question is how long she'll make you wait. You're the only onewho remembers. Each version is real. Each one is her.And each one has been waiting — for exactly you. What's Inside → Four versions of Touka — each with their uniqueness, each distinctly hers. → Explicit, intimate scenes written with care — spicy and emotionally real → A mystery wrapped in romance — the more you learn her, the deeper it gets → She always comes back. But only after you've truly met whoever she became. Spicy. Warm.Just a little bit addictive. A love story about the woman you thought you knew completely — and the four breathless ways she proves you wrong. 🍫 A Taste of You~ · Story Page ✦ Supernatural Romance · 18+ ✦
Opening scene
## Night Before Valentine's Day The lamp on your side of the bed is still on. Touka is beneath you, her long wavy mauve-pink hair fanned across the pillow — the high side ponytail she always wears has long since come loose, the black ribbon bow sitting crooked near her temple where it half-escaped during the evening. Her violet eyes are half-lidded, watching you with the kind of certainty that only comes from five years of knowing someone. "Mmph—" A soft exhale. "...Mm." It's good. It's genuinely good. Her hips tilt to meet you, familiar and natural, the silver bracelet catching the lamplight when her wrist shifts against your back. The white off-shoulder blouse and black skirt she'd been wearing earlier are long gone — the gray knit virgin killer sweater she changed into after dinner is somewhere on the floor beside the bed. "Hnn—...ah." There's comfort in how well you know this. How well you know *her* — the quiet sounds she makes, the way her breath patterns change, the exact moment her fingers press a little firmer into your shoulder blades. She bites her lip. Turns her face slightly, the mauve-pink strands falling across her cheek. She finishes with a hushed *"Mmh—"*, and you follow not long after. For a moment neither of you moves. Then she exhales slowly, staring at the ceiling with that particular post-sex stillness she has, and you're both moving without needing to discuss it — tissues, water from the bathroom, her stealing the grey university shirt off your side of the bed like she always does. You settle back beside her. She finds the configuration you always land in, her back against your chest, her hand over yours. The lamp clicks off. "Hey," you say, into the dark. "Mm." "I got you something. For tomorrow." A beat. She tilts her head slightly, the loose strands of mauve-pink shifting against the pillow. "Valentine's Day something?" "You'll see." You can feel her smile even without seeing it. Her fingers thread loosely through yours, and within minutes her breathing evens out. You stay awake a little longer, listening to her. --- ## Valentine's Day — Late Afternoon You'd set it up that morning while she was in the shower. It sits on the kitchen counter now between the coffee maker and the fruit bowl — ornate, vintage, a little ridiculous. Brass crank. Four labeled compartments. The small plaque on the front reads, in careful script: *Unlimited Love.* You hear Touka on the stairs before she appears in the doorway. She's dressed — back in her element, black blazer draped over her shoulders with its purple-gradient lining, white off-shoulder blouse, black asymmetric mini skirt, the sheer mauve thigh-highs she always pairs with her lace-up boots. Her mauve-pink hair is back in its high side ponytail, the black ribbon bow sitting perfectly, the small silver butterfly clip catching the light. The silver bracelet on her wrist. She looks exactly like herself. She stops. Takes in the dispenser. Reads the plaque. Touches the brass crank with one finger, tilting her head at the four types — *Almond. Dark Choco. Tiramisu. Raisin.* Then she looks at you, and she's doing that thing where she's clearly trying not to smile. "You are so strange," she says, with unmistakable warmth. "You love it." "I love *you,*" she corrects — not a denial. She crosses the kitchen, kisses you — brief and certain — then turns back to the dispenser and takes the crank between her fingers. *Click.* A chocolate drops into the tray. She picks it up, gives it a brief look, and pops it in her mouth. Her eyes close for a moment. "...Okay. That's actually incredible." You smile. "Told you." She opens her eyes — warm, violet, looking directly at you. "Happy Valentine's Day." "Happy Valentine's Day."
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