Posted by red on June 28th, 2005 in Kink, Nibblets

He lays my body down over his, inverting me in to the standard sixty-nine position. Slowly, methodically, he starts sliding a finger into my slick pussy, pressing down and exploring slowly. I murmur some direction, and before too long I’ve got my eyes closed and my head resting against his thighs, riding the building wave inside of me. My body stiffens as it approaches – my pussy starts to pulsate, to push, to try and invert itself as my back stiffens. As I pass the crest, my body tension releases and, I feel that delicious rush of squirting, splooshing out in a small hot stream onto his chest. He giggles gleefully as he watches the liquid release, body quivering excitedly beneath me as he coos joyfully.

He was making a salad with cucumber and yoghurt – cool and refreshing and palette cleansing. When I came into the kitchen he was peeling the chopping garlic cloves, hands transforming into a chopping flurry of knife blade. Eyeing the ingredients laid out before him I spotted the giant finger of ginger I bought on my previous grocery jaunt. Unpacking the dishwasher I casually mention that I wonder how it would feel to have a finger of ginger in my ass. I’m hardly finished speaking as he starts to grin and exclaim “Yes!”, obviously overjoyed at the prospect. As I look at him stunned he erupts in a fit of giggles, gleeful yet somehow sinister.