Naughty Is Tasty
Volume I Issue I September 2009:
There’s a particular affect the rain and winds have stirring my creative beast. As I lay next to my lover pressing naked breasts against his bare back, lust rustles within. The savage aromas of sultry sex still linger beneath the fresh cool air. My mind meanders to earlier in the evening when he glided up behind me, in the kitchen, for a soft caress, which quickly became a steamy dessert of erotic sex.
Without ever turning me around he peeled the cloths from my body, bent me over the counter and dished up a healthy serving of kinky masculine passion. His tongue was feeling dirty tonight- ready to explore the wilder side of unfettered sexual manifestation. I wanted to taste naughty- really naughty. “Make me bad daddy!” He swung me around dropping to his knees for a visit to the southland. I braced myself against the island for an earth shattering bang.
My knees weak, he picked me up then lowered me onto the couch while kissing me deeply. He was still hungry with animalistic desires. His husky whisper ringing, “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.” “Right here?” “Now,” he demanded. I slowly slide my hand down to find a moist spot of rapture. Aroused by the display of feminine play, my lips were met with a stiff sticky treat. “Oh yeah, make me your dirty girl! I want to swallow.” “That’s it baby, don’t hold back, be bad. Show me how a nasty girl devours candy.” The first tastes of sex were enjoyed before heading to the bedroom for more sexual play.
He savors worshiping the beautiful goddess before him by gently caressing my breasts. His lips hungry to feed upon mounds of heaven leave me moaning breathlessly. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe an angel can also be a devilish sex kitten.” “Be a good Lord and come pet the kitty cat.” “That’s the way baby.” This time his hand found the moist rapture consuming me with waves of ecstasy as I gave him the most intimate piece of my spirit. Pleased he lowered himself to my naked body for a second helping of dessert.
Sunday is the best day to relax with your lover. When he wants to start spending Sunday evenings with you- he’s turning it up a notch. I look forward to planning the meal, mood, seduction. It starts when I awake- excitement the likes of Christmas morning. What package will I get to unwrap this evening? Last night two comfort dishes paired perfectly with a brisk Sauvignon Blanc and musty Shiraz led to extra servings of soothing sex.
We started with the freshest baby spinach salad topped with hot crunchy bacon bits, dried red tomatoes, fresh strawberries, blue cheese, a dash of dill and heated vinegar Sherry dressing from scratch. The main dish for the evening was my father’s Filet beef stroganoff with a variety of mushrooms, onions, garlic, Sherry and sour cream over fluffy egg noodles. Our conversation is always light and colorful. In his arms, sleep comes easy after a good home cooked meal and naughty sex.
Next week I’m going to try out the wicked schoolgirl outfit over deluxe Mac-n-Cheese with an ice cream cone for dessert.
I’m heading back to bed to ensure my lover’s sexual fetishes are feed before he heads to the office, on this lovely Monday morning, in the whistling wind and stinging rain…
It took little effort to arouse the lion. His most masculine pleasures were peaked instantly as he felt the soft, smooth warmth of my flesh against his chest. The method of erotic adventure was mine to choose. I wanted them all and I wanted them now. He slowly spread my legs apart lightly flicking his tongue against my inner thigh. I could feel his warm breath on my awaiting Tickle-box. His lips were met with a variety of treasures. I lowered my hands to his head pushing him deeper into a parted sea of sweet juice. My hips were blissfully grinding and thrusting with stimulation against his face. The scent of a woman was on his mouth.
He turned me over mounting fevered enthusiasm. Damn, he’s handsome. I was fervent to find the living Horus, the falcon god. My unquestioning obedience was his umlaut. The female subservient tones please his harmony. The Pharaoh’s Crook and Flail carried divine authority during the morning festivals. An afternoon sun streaming through the windows bought us back to veracity. A satisfied falcon greeted the outside world in flight.
He mentioned something about a cheerleading outfit, football and nachos. Looks like my naughty is starting to invade his imagination. Monday night football’s never performed with great personal reward. I’m off to fetch a Nerf ball. Watch out coach, this cheerleader doesn’t wear bloomers…
