Cookie Trial

The cookies lay on the counter saturated by fire. He stood with one hand on the hip, disgusted by the sight. I leaned into the doorway watching him as he tried to scrape away the pain. Worried that he would give into tears of frustration, I decided to help. Slowly walking into the kitchen in nothing but a black silk robe, I stood behind him. Hugging him slightly, I moved to his right side then grabbed a mixing bowl from the cabinet. He looked towards me with a raised brow as I combined all the ingredients. Chocolate chips began to melt as I stirred gently.

Soon I attracted the fire starter and he began to lick the chocolate on my finger. Cookies still awaiting their destination, I knew their would be a late entry. Picking me up, he placed me on the warm stove while kissing softly. Fingers in my own cookie jar, he created a wet tense moment that caused me to wrap my legs around his waist. Soft lips kissing into mine let me know the truth.

“Baby, I burn them on purpose because you always make them better than me.” He said while kissing down my neck.

“I know.”

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Truly A King

In my dreams there you are standing at the edge of the bed naked. Like a beautiful painting come to life, you stand as youth drapes your body. Ripples through your torso cause me to react instantly. I swell with desire as my legs shake with anticipation. Striking is the word that reaches my mind as I look to your eyes for rescue. A beam of curiosity takes a peek through the window giving me a hint of what’s to come.

I devour every second of who you are as we become close. Soft kisses from your lips invade the sweetest of places. Grabbing the sheets I become in tune with sensual gifts. As a prize in your world, I let go of the good girl easily. My clit pulses between your lips then I start to awaken. Looking towards the early morning light, I see you snoring right next to me.