02-12-2016, 06:33 PM
The Morning After Some Serious MNF Gaming...
Cold sub-zero start to the day so I opted to make a warm bowl of oats for myself and my husband before I shower.
A little brown sugar, and some fresh berries, yummy.
He had grabbed some strawberries from the store the day before, and of course, they were small and under-ripe.
Great...
Frustrated, for a variety of reasons (read lack of sex) I wanted to mess with him.
Still half asleep, yet feeling wonderfully sexy, I began to devise a plan.
"I'll show him what he is missing" I thought.
My body was stilling willing and hungry, but not for him.
So as the oatmeal simmered on the stove, I rinsed and topped each firm little strawberry.
A warm sensual flush began to well up in me again.
Standing in front of the cutting board, I put the wide end of the whole strawberry on my finger tip, spread my legs a bit (still in my robe) and gently pushed it up and into my pink little hole.
Not so far as to risk temporarily loosing it inside me, but right on the crest of its firm tapered shape.
Balancing it there took a combination of easy pushing from my finger on one end, and a gentle clenching of my groin as I would kegel against the other.
It felt wonderful, albeit a little chilly.
Made me reflect on the events of the previous evening.
I closed my eyes, placed my hands on the counter and held it inside me until I could feel it shed its chill.
Even swayed my hips a bit like those cute little avatars at the club (wanted to make sure it got a nice even coating).
Once warmed, I held my hand below me, deeply squatted, and released it from my oven.
Admired it... beautiful sweet little creation.
Smelled it... rich and flavorful.
Then sliced it into HIS bowl.
I repeated this maybe half a dozen times.
Each berry entered and exited me in pretty much the same manner as the first, but each berry did so easier than the one prior.
The increase in natural lubricant made each round of berry prep a more and more challenging exercise.
I had to increase my focus and my concentration.
Imagine it there, see it, and feel.
Consequently, I enjoyed each berry more than the one before, and as I pushed each one from inside me, it appeared to have more of me over it than the one before.
Absolutely Fabulous...
While digging around in the basket of unripe fruit, a slender half green/half red berry emerged.
Rinsed and toped as before.
I gently rolled it and tucked it between my pussy lips for a brief moment.
Deeply squatting, I pressed the firm wet little jewel against my anus.
Closed my eyes, gently wiggled my hips once or twice, focused on relaxing, I continued to push until I could feel the pressure overcome my tight little knot.
Like a woman's delicate finger entering me, I could feel my ass hole opening and the berry slowly began to vanish.
I think I moaned out loud...
My finger a half inch or so inside me holding it in place, grinding my hips a bit more feverously then before, the berry’s chill vanished instantly.
Squatting so very low, strawberry held tightly in my ass, swaying, spread so wide, robe fully open, I could feel the blood racing through my labia and engorging my clit.
Betting the oats on the stove were about to permanently weld themselves to the saucepan, I moved my finger, bared down and returned my mind, body and berry to this world.
Slowly returning to the counter top to examine the little pointed invader, it had a much stronger more robust scent.
Perfect...
Sliced it into HIS bowl, adjusted my robe and began to assemble breakfast.
I filled an empty bowl with a portion of thick warm oats, sprinkled a few pinches of golden brown sugar over the top and ladled a few tablespoons of milk over the mound before placing the specially prepared compote on top.
Such wonderful and naughty fun I had to this point, but the Piece De Resistance came as I hoisted HIS breakfast to my face.
The bowl was warm in my hands.
The pale white base, streaks of golden brown, puddles of white, and lusty bright pinks and greens were beautiful.
And the smell?
Oh My God the smell.
Every word I had uttered the night before to describe this scent, every old factory memory of passion, romance and intimacy recalled and flooded my senses.
It smelled like a woman.
I imagined such a woman the night before, with her supple wings encasing my head as her core washed back and forth over my face.
I imagined she smelled like this.
I think I moaned out loud again...
In a few minutes, my husband entered the kitchen and sat at the table.
Oblivious to the treat he was about to receive.
Dammit!
The clueless dummy doesn’t deserve this.
Crap!
He has no idea how wonderful this is.
I switched the bowls of oats and spent most of the time eating with one hand below the table and my eyes closed.
A few moments of intimacy with a friend in game, 10 minutes of out of control erotica in the kitchen, and 2 hours writing about it.
All time very well spent...
Natiletightone
Cold sub-zero start to the day so I opted to make a warm bowl of oats for myself and my husband before I shower.
A little brown sugar, and some fresh berries, yummy.
He had grabbed some strawberries from the store the day before, and of course, they were small and under-ripe.
Great...
Frustrated, for a variety of reasons (read lack of sex) I wanted to mess with him.
Still half asleep, yet feeling wonderfully sexy, I began to devise a plan.
"I'll show him what he is missing" I thought.
My body was stilling willing and hungry, but not for him.
So as the oatmeal simmered on the stove, I rinsed and topped each firm little strawberry.
A warm sensual flush began to well up in me again.
Standing in front of the cutting board, I put the wide end of the whole strawberry on my finger tip, spread my legs a bit (still in my robe) and gently pushed it up and into my pink little hole.
Not so far as to risk temporarily loosing it inside me, but right on the crest of its firm tapered shape.
Balancing it there took a combination of easy pushing from my finger on one end, and a gentle clenching of my groin as I would kegel against the other.
It felt wonderful, albeit a little chilly.
Made me reflect on the events of the previous evening.
I closed my eyes, placed my hands on the counter and held it inside me until I could feel it shed its chill.
Even swayed my hips a bit like those cute little avatars at the club (wanted to make sure it got a nice even coating).
Once warmed, I held my hand below me, deeply squatted, and released it from my oven.
Admired it... beautiful sweet little creation.
Smelled it... rich and flavorful.
Then sliced it into HIS bowl.
I repeated this maybe half a dozen times.
Each berry entered and exited me in pretty much the same manner as the first, but each berry did so easier than the one prior.
The increase in natural lubricant made each round of berry prep a more and more challenging exercise.
I had to increase my focus and my concentration.
Imagine it there, see it, and feel.
Consequently, I enjoyed each berry more than the one before, and as I pushed each one from inside me, it appeared to have more of me over it than the one before.
Absolutely Fabulous...
While digging around in the basket of unripe fruit, a slender half green/half red berry emerged.
Rinsed and toped as before.
I gently rolled it and tucked it between my pussy lips for a brief moment.
Deeply squatting, I pressed the firm wet little jewel against my anus.
Closed my eyes, gently wiggled my hips once or twice, focused on relaxing, I continued to push until I could feel the pressure overcome my tight little knot.
Like a woman's delicate finger entering me, I could feel my ass hole opening and the berry slowly began to vanish.
I think I moaned out loud...
My finger a half inch or so inside me holding it in place, grinding my hips a bit more feverously then before, the berry’s chill vanished instantly.
Squatting so very low, strawberry held tightly in my ass, swaying, spread so wide, robe fully open, I could feel the blood racing through my labia and engorging my clit.
Betting the oats on the stove were about to permanently weld themselves to the saucepan, I moved my finger, bared down and returned my mind, body and berry to this world.
Slowly returning to the counter top to examine the little pointed invader, it had a much stronger more robust scent.
Perfect...
Sliced it into HIS bowl, adjusted my robe and began to assemble breakfast.
I filled an empty bowl with a portion of thick warm oats, sprinkled a few pinches of golden brown sugar over the top and ladled a few tablespoons of milk over the mound before placing the specially prepared compote on top.
Such wonderful and naughty fun I had to this point, but the Piece De Resistance came as I hoisted HIS breakfast to my face.
The bowl was warm in my hands.
The pale white base, streaks of golden brown, puddles of white, and lusty bright pinks and greens were beautiful.
And the smell?
Oh My God the smell.
Every word I had uttered the night before to describe this scent, every old factory memory of passion, romance and intimacy recalled and flooded my senses.
It smelled like a woman.
I imagined such a woman the night before, with her supple wings encasing my head as her core washed back and forth over my face.
I imagined she smelled like this.
I think I moaned out loud again...
In a few minutes, my husband entered the kitchen and sat at the table.
Oblivious to the treat he was about to receive.
Dammit!
The clueless dummy doesn’t deserve this.
Crap!
He has no idea how wonderful this is.
I switched the bowls of oats and spent most of the time eating with one hand below the table and my eyes closed.
A few moments of intimacy with a friend in game, 10 minutes of out of control erotica in the kitchen, and 2 hours writing about it.
All time very well spent...
Natiletightone