June 8, 2010

Drabble #9

Prompt: Lust

You were supposed to make me dinner, but before I even got the chance to say hello, you had me hoisted on the counter, legs spread, skirt hiked up, your tongue attacking my clit. I observed, before I lost my senses to your mouth and hands, that the counter had been perfectly clean and clear when I arrived - no utensils, appliances, ingredients, or half-finished dishes. You hadn't planned on cooking for me at all - you had only intended to eat me out, make me come over and over, until finally I was overstimulated and couldn't bear to continue.

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