Connie Ann raised her hand.
"Yes, Connie."
"The Crank-It Grater is fantastic. It makes shredding cheese fun and it's easy to clean!"
Her daughter, Connie Magdalene, added, "Yeah, you should see her making ham and broccoli hotdish. She's a wild woman with the cheddar."
"Yeah, and Little Maggie knows all being a wild woman. I bet that her favorite tool is the Big Bar Pan."
Connie Magdalene shot a dirty glance at the older unrelated Maggie. She dumped the freak a while ago. However, based upon the giggles in the room, it was obvious that she wasn't going to live down that affair or the notorious 'lemon bar' incident any time soon.
I'm sure that you two are not as wild as I am with the Crank-It Grater or the Big Bar Pan, Dana thought to herself. She remembered the time her husband, Harry, arranged six types of wrapped chocolate kisses on a Large Bar Pan full of rose petals. He loaded several unwrapped kisses into the hopper of the Crank-it Grater. The chocolate flakes fell upon her belly like dark snow. As the sweet candy melted against her skin, he cleaned it off with long strokes of his tongue. "I love those two products. Yes, Penny?"
"I appreciate the Cob Butterer," Penny Hecker said enthusiastically, "The corn glides through it without making a mess. It's wonderful for my family"
That testimonial reminded Dana of the time she ran her Cob Butterer on Harry's cock before sprinkling it with cinnamon and sugar. It made for flavorful fellatio. "The Corn Butterer really simplifies life." The kitchen advisor pointed to the back of the room. "What do you like to use, ladies?"
The twins, Al and Sal, looked at each other and announced in unison that, "The E-Z Decorator Gun is the best."
Harry liked using the E-Z Decorator Gun to create edible and erotic drawings on his wife's body. Dana loved the time he made vanilla frosting star peaks on her nipples with cherries on top. The combined sensation of his mouth, the rolling fruits and the creaminess of the frosting was simply tantalizing. "Great choice…" Dana noticed another raised hand. "It's nice to see you again, Elaine. What's your favorite tool?"
"I find the color coded Stay-Fresh Clippers do a great job for organizing letters, keeping my bagged foods fresh and replacing those awful twist ties. These simple tools are absolutely indispensable."
Roberta Henderson added, "Those clips also are great for keeping track of yarn counts when you knit."
"Those are great uses." Dana found that the Stay-Fresh Clippers made an excellent substitute for titty clamps. Dana's nipples hardened at the thought. "Now, it's time for the hostess with the mostest to tell us about the one tool that excites her most!"
"I can only pick one?" The women giggled as Violet Sampson briefly stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes up as she pondered the answer. "I like using the One-Handed Pastry Roller for making pie crusts."
Dana grinned. She hadn't tried the One-Handed Pastry Roller in her bedroom, yet.
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Shallow Desires
by
Champagne1982
I was trembling as he tugged me into his embrace. I was in awe of the response his body drew from me. All through the three serious boyfriends I'd had in high school, not one had elicited as powerful a reaction as Randy did through his smile alone. I shook my head, realizing how near I was to giving this man my virtue.
His kisses were wonderful. I savored the taste of his soft lips on mine. The sweet taste of the cherries we'd shared in his truck just a moment ago yet lingered between us. I could feel my heart skip a beat as his fingertips met the bare skin of my shoulder, just beside my neck. I could feel my pulse fluttering beneath Randy's touch and I realized that I really should be slowing us down.
Shakily, I turned my mouth from his, gasping as his hands swept down over my breasts. I struggled to find a way to be graceful, but I felt woefully inadequate. Maybe it was the self-assured way that he steered my actions and emotions, but I wanted this man, like I'd never wanted anyone before. Randy had swept me along with him for the past twelve hours, from our first kiss in my parents' rec. room, through our dinner date and the party at the beach and now here, as I bade him good night.
"I had a wonderful time, Randy. Did you?" I was hoping that he had, that he'd want to see me again.
"Cheri, don't leave me yet!" His voice was low and sounded urgent. He pressed to me and I was startled to feel the hard evidence of his burgeoning arousal against my belly.
"Oh, God! It's so soon." I protested weakly. I wanted him, too, though.
All that long afternoon and evening we'd talked. He told me of how his business was growing. Snippetsville was really booming and Randy McCrae was riding the shockwave in front of the blast. In my turn I'd told him of my plans to become a teacher. That need burned in me as hot as a cherry-red coal in the bonfire pit on the beach.
Reaching around me, Randy opened the door. He pressed his lips to mine and our lips danced in sensual choreography. I felt my knees buckle when his strong hands drew forward and cupped my breasts.
"Let me, sweet Baby. Cheri, I need to make love to you."
My blood chilled with his words and I moved back from him, "Is this what it sounds like? If I give in to you now, Randy . . ." I choked. All I could think of was that he may not want me for anything more than quick, easy sex. I could barely hold the tears from my voice, "Am I just a one-night stand?"
"Cheri! Please don't think that. God, Baby! You're so beautiful and smart. I want to know you better."
"Yeah, better." was my sarcastic reply.
"Don't be like that. I'll stop," his voice was ragged as he stepped back, giving me a bit of space, "Every part of me is screaming that I keep asking, Cheri. I know better though, Baby. You can have your time."
"Randy!" I flung myself forward against him and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. "You couldn't have said it better." I kissed him, trying to make him feel my promise of more, through the intimate caress, "Soon. Randy, you have to teach me how much better it is to know more."
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