Cooking is so hot to me. The process is erotic and a big turn on. I'm one of the lucky ones...my husband is a cook and cooks for me quite a bit. I love to watch him in the kitchen. What isn't to love about it?? That love for watching him cook and my love of being tied up inspired this story. I wrote it for him and it did its job.
Dinner for One
Tied to the kitchen chair is nothing new. It’s one of his favorite positions for her. Wrists and elbows tied tightly behind her back. Breasts tied tight. Ankles and knees tied tight. It was her favorite way to spend the day. The blindfold and white ball gag complete the look; gorgeous.
Tying her up always makes him hungry. She loves to watch him cook; says it turn her on watching him chop, stir, pour and taste his creations. He normally lets her taste too. Tonight he has something else planned. He wheels her chair in place right by the kitchen counter.
She can hear him taking things out of the fridge and washing them in the sink. He begins to chop something on the cutting board; heat travels up her body. She hates not being able to watch but the anticipation is driving her wild.
He very rarely talks when he cooks so his silence now isn’t surprising. He continues his chopping, mixing, cooking. The aroma is delicious. He rarely touches her when she’s tied up at first, so that wasn’t a surprise either. What shocked her was the sudden heat of something being poured over her tied breasts. She could feel its thickness travel down her body. He whispered in her ear, “First course.” He began licking the liquid from her breasts. Then using a spoon he ate from the spot between her legs where it had pooled. “Mmm, my soup has never tasted so good.”
She was so turned on she could barely sit still. Expecting to be fed as well, she was startled when he said, “Second course.” Something hot was being served onto the top of her breasts. She felt the fork prick her flesh and then the pain as he twirled the pasta. She was moaning wanting him to pinch her nipples, pay attention to her throbbing clit. “Something, do something!” She screamed in her head.
As soon as that thought was in her mind she heard a familiar sound; whipped cream being sprayed out of a can. Suddenly he took off the ball gag and started pushing his whipped cream covered cock into her mouth. “Dessert,” he moaned as she hungrily devoured him.
He had planned on feeding her the entire meal as well but eating his dinner off her tied up body was so fucking hot he couldn’t stand it anymore. It didn’t take long for him to come down her throat. Licking her lips, she asked, “So, do I get to eat now?” “No,” he said as he replaced the ball gag. “This was just dinner for one.”
Tied to the kitchen chair is nothing new. It’s one of his favorite positions for her. Wrists and elbows tied tightly behind her back. Breasts tied tight. Ankles and knees tied tight. It was her favorite way to spend the day. The blindfold and white ball gag complete the look; gorgeous.
Tying her up always makes him hungry. She loves to watch him cook; says it turn her on watching him chop, stir, pour and taste his creations. He normally lets her taste too. Tonight he has something else planned. He wheels her chair in place right by the kitchen counter.
She can hear him taking things out of the fridge and washing them in the sink. He begins to chop something on the cutting board; heat travels up her body. She hates not being able to watch but the anticipation is driving her wild.
He very rarely talks when he cooks so his silence now isn’t surprising. He continues his chopping, mixing, cooking. The aroma is delicious. He rarely touches her when she’s tied up at first, so that wasn’t a surprise either. What shocked her was the sudden heat of something being poured over her tied breasts. She could feel its thickness travel down her body. He whispered in her ear, “First course.” He began licking the liquid from her breasts. Then using a spoon he ate from the spot between her legs where it had pooled. “Mmm, my soup has never tasted so good.”
She was so turned on she could barely sit still. Expecting to be fed as well, she was startled when he said, “Second course.” Something hot was being served onto the top of her breasts. She felt the fork prick her flesh and then the pain as he twirled the pasta. She was moaning wanting him to pinch her nipples, pay attention to her throbbing clit. “Something, do something!” She screamed in her head.
As soon as that thought was in her mind she heard a familiar sound; whipped cream being sprayed out of a can. Suddenly he took off the ball gag and started pushing his whipped cream covered cock into her mouth. “Dessert,” he moaned as she hungrily devoured him.
He had planned on feeding her the entire meal as well but eating his dinner off her tied up body was so fucking hot he couldn’t stand it anymore. It didn’t take long for him to come down her throat. Licking her lips, she asked, “So, do I get to eat now?” “No,” he said as he replaced the ball gag. “This was just dinner for one.”
HFFD,
Tarin
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