When Simon came home for lunch one day and found me cooking naked, he didn’t know what to do. We’d been living together for three months, but for some reason, he’d never been home when I’d baked. Which shouldn’t have been a big deal at all, except for this fact: I always bake in the nude. It relaxes me.“What’s up, Dana?” He eyed my apron, the rounded tops of my breasts barely hidden, the curve of my waist accentuated by the tightly tied apron strings. I had flour on my arms and chocolate on my lips and my fingers were sticky with dough. The oven had made the kitchen hot, and my cheeks were flushed and pink, easily seen because I’d tied my long, black hair off my face with a rag ripped from cheesecloth.“Baking cookies,” I told Simon innocently, turning to get a stick of butter from the refrigerator and letting him see that I had absolutely nothing on aside from my KISS THE CHEF apron. The ties hung down my naked back, tickling my ass when I moved.He stepped closer. “Are you almost
With a gentle grin, he folded one of our dishtowels and slipped it under my hips for padding. He took a pair of oven mitts and slid them under my cheek. Simon loves to spank me, but he takes care of me, as well. I was as comfortable as any sub can be waiting for a punishment session.“I’ll get the next batch,” Simon assured me, pulling the roll of plastic wrap from the box and cutting off a long sheet. This he wrapped around my throbbing buttocks, having me lift up off the counter to assist him. Tightly bound, I felt my cheeks pulsate, and my pussy begin to fill. I couldn’t remember being this excited before.The bell rang.“Hold that thought,” Simon said, expertly lifting each cookie from the tray and scooping out the last batch. He flipped on the timer again and turned to deal with me, pulling something from our kitchen junk drawer that I couldn’t see. Then, softly, he said, “Grit your teeth, Dana, this is going to hurt.”I did what he said. Simon never lies to me. The sting of th
My fingers were just inches from the cleft of her ass as I held her against me in a hard hug. When I remembered to breathe, I was rewarded with the pressure of her chest against mine, and the elusive scent of her hair. Her hands were warm where they rested, at the small of my back and the blade of my shoulder. The fall of her hair tickled the top of my wrists. My finger traced a short curve against her waist, helplessly testing a long-ago threat.As the hug went on, my head turned into hers, stubble rasping as my cheek rubbed against hers, and my hands were leaden, heavy with the need to slide down the fabric of her skirt, to cradle the ripeness of her curving buttocks. My hands slid up slightly as I inhaled against the swell of her breasts, and then down, pinkies pressed against her flesh through her skirt, again seeking but not finding the delicate line of delicate lace.With heads bowed, the grip of our arms loosened, and we moved back, barely, enough to put my hands on her hips,
"You love calamari," she said as I turned back to her."Yes," I agreed, a little startled. She laughed and swigged more of her beer."I'm sorry, I should have just let you say it, shouldn't I? Any time calamari comes up in a conversation, you mention that you love it. I was just saving you the effort."I shook my head, wincing, and reaching for my drink, said, "Old friends I've never met can really mess up my vibe.""Awww, Muffin, does your pussy hurt?"Martini's are about as comfortable up the nose as anybody might expect. She was still laughing over a half emptied beer by the time I'd stopped spluttering enough to wipe the tears from my eyes."I can't believe you said that," I sniffled. "Sorry," she laughed. "I knew a guy who used to say that. To his brother! It always amuses me.""Ah well, serve me right," I said, and then returned immediately. "Well, the drinks aren't hardly fresh, but a moment like this demands a toast.""It's been a long time coming, hasn't it," she mused, cons
I stared at her, breath sighing out as I remembered how to breathe. My neck tingles where the heat of her lips cooled."Too easy," she giggled, watching me through smiling eyes. "I broke you." "Um," I agreed. "Nuh.""Drink up," she cooed, and gulped the last of the drink, shuddering again.Discomfited by the sudden tightness in my pants, I fidgeted, trying to be subtle in spite of what happened. Finally, I thumped her with my shoulder, trying to stop her laughing."Knock it off!!""Oh come on, you're adorable when you're all shy and embarrassed," she cooed, still laughing. I shoved her again, tipping her sideways, and used my hands to straighten things out while she sat up and brushed bits of deep fried squid off the bench.I was taking a victory sip of my scotch when she finished her clean up and lurched into me in retaliation. I fought to minimize the splash but still gold droplets ran down my chin."Dammit woman, that's good scotch you're wasting." I lurched into her again in mock
The summer sun warmed my body as I lay on the blanket watching as Judy ambles up the sandy beach from a dip in the river. It was especially pleasant being with her at the old swimming hole with no one else around to interfere with our time together. "It certainly pays to come on a weekday," I thought. This beautiful creature was pulling at her bikini top, putting everything in place, as her long legs made graceful strides up the beach toward me. I loved to watch her when she wasn't aware of me watching. She was so innocently beautiful when she was just being herself."What are you staring at?" she said with a smile."Just you babe," I replied. "I never get tired of looking at you".She stood over me, blocking the sun from my eyes and dripping cool water on my stomach, her long legs straddling my hips. There were loose hairs protruding from her Bikini bottoms that caught my attention. I reached up to playfully pull on them but she was too fast for me. She jumped to the side, acciden
I was flipping through my recipe box when I found it—the perfect recipe. My mother’s banana cake recipe was my favorite recipe of all time. I used to make this cake at least twice a year—leaving my bananas to ripen until they attracted fruit flies. After they were perfectly ripened, I’d carefully mash them in a dish, the scent filling my nostrils. The smell reminded me of summer and winter all wrapped into one. I could almost picture myself prancing around in my mom’s kitchen in my old red bikini with the smell of banana cake in my nostrils. Making this cake was the only real time I ever could relax in the kitchen. And I hadn’t done it in so long.The day I rediscovered the recipe I was wandering around without a bra because of the hot summer weather. I needed to wear next to nothing to survive in the 105-degree heat. It was a Sunday, a perfect day for baking, and I didn’t have air conditioning. The sun was seeping through my screens, attacking everything in its path. The sweat dr
I turned around and faced him quickly, my lips meshing against his, the butter on my lips rubbing all over his freshly shaved face. His hands moved quickly to my hips, and he placed me on the freshly wiped countertop. I ran my fingers through his hair, the smell of baking banana cupcakes heavy in the thick air. I had accidentally decorated my chest with batter as I was spooning it into the pans, but Marcus quickly helped clean me off with his hot and able tongue. I spread my legs as I felt his throbbing cock getting closer and closer to me. I shrieked with delight as he finally shoved it in, and my body slightly slipped toward him on the moist countertop. I breathed in soft, quick breaths as he cleaned the batter off my body and expertly slid in and out.When it started to get too slippery, he pulled out of me and helped me off the counter. He turned me around and began to kiss my back while pushing me slowly to the ground, my back still to him. After adjusting my body, he found me