Hot Chilli
I stand in the kitchen of our apartment, singing along to the stereo as I chop up yet another chili. I know that you will be coming home tonight and I want it to be special. I am cooking your favorite meal, the stereo in the living room plays your favorite CD, and everything is perfect.
Due to my preoccupation with cooking dinner and the sounds of the stereo drifting through the apartment, I don�t hear the front door open or you enter. I suddenly feel a presence behind me, and two familiar strong arms slipped around my waist.
�Honey I�m home.�
I smile as you lean down and kissed my neck, my knees buckling at the sensation of your soft warm lips upon my skin for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Your mouth makes its way up to suck on my earlobe as your right hand slides down and begins to touch against me through my thin skirt.
I knew that you could feel just how wet I was for you. It had been too long since I was last in your arms, with your hands and mouth on my body. Your hands, God how I missed your hands, your long fingers able to bring me to orgasm with just a few swift strokes.
I turn in your embrace and look up into your eyes. Those perfect, beautiful, soulful eyes, shining with a passion and desire that I feel privileged to know is all for me. Your lips turn up into a brief smile, before you lean down and kiss me. Your soft, pink tongue seeks entry into my mouth and I gladly admit it. All thoughts of the dinner are forgotten as you pick me up into your arms and carry me towards the bedroom.
You must have more than two hands because I can feel your touch over every inch of my body. Our clothes are quickly discarded, I run my hands across your smooth chest, relishing the feel of your skin beneath my hands once more. We tumble into a naked heap on the bed and my hands continue their exploration of your body, moving further down until they reach their target.
�My God that�s hot!�
You groan against my ear as I stroke your cock with my hand, and I take your reaction to mean that you�re enjoying it, so I stroke even harder.
�My God that is so hot!�
You cry out again so I continue my firm strokes up and down your entire shaft. All of a sudden you scream and jump off the bed, running out of the bedroom. All I can do is lay there in shock, wondering what the hell just happened.
Eventually I get to my feet, pulling on my underwear and your shirt. I walk around the apartment looking for you, and when I find you I cannot help but laugh. I certainly didn�t expect to find you standing in the kitchen in front of the open fridge door with your cock stuck in a tub of yogurt.
�What�s so funny?�
I don�t need to respond to that question because you look down at yourself and quickly start laughing as well. After a few moments you put the yogurt back in the fridge and make your way over to me. I am about to question the putting of the yogurt back in the fridge, but I lose all conscious thought as our lips meet again.
I start to run my hands down your body again, but you quickly stop me.
�You think you could wash that chili off your hands first?�
I smile and run my gaze down the length of your body.
�You think you could wash that yogurt off too?�
You look down and then back at me. You give me a smile that sends waves of pleasure through my body once more.
"I think we need a shower.�
�You read my mind.�
You pick me up in your arms once more and carry me towards the bathroom ...
(And trust me, no one needs to know about what happened to the yogurt)
THE END
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