Food 01 - In a Jam
This is the first of my series of stories that involve food in some way. Sex and food are two of life's greatest pleasures, so I like to mix them together from time to time in my life and in my writing.
This story was inspired by a 'sexting' friend in Texas who texted me one morning about making grape jelly, and sent pictures (she was fully clothed a and bottling the jelly?!). She's a friend.. and not a lover/play partner. (Sigh... maybe someday...)
My other food series stories combine food with other kinky wild adventures. They are unrelated stories that can be read in any order.
I hope you will follow my food trail...
I woke up late in the morning in my hotel room, tired from a night of nearly non-stop kissing, sucking, fucking, spanking, and wax play. The latter two activities were by far her favorites—she's a masochist. I still can't believe how much 'punishment' and pain she could endure... and still beg for more in a pleading, demanding, demented frenzy.
Now, she was still asleep and snuggling into her pillow, facedown despite complaining last night that her 'big boobs' (her term) kept her from sleeping on her stomach. Obviously I wore her out... and she missed a lot of sleep. But I also think her purple bruised ass (with a halo of red and pink from last night's spanking) had a role in her unconscious decision to sleep on her tummy.
Little chips and flakes of white, purple, and gold wax were still scattered on the bedsheets and sticking to us. I think the wax play is going to add a bit to the hotel bill for cleaning. No matter. It was worth it to see her squirming and writhing in delight as I dropped hot wax on her throat, tits, tummy... then a bit of rough wrestling before flipping her over for more wax drips on her back, ass, thighs, and the soles and toes of her feet. That last part drove her wild, especially after I bit, licked, and sucked her wax-covered feet and toes...and kept going after all the wax had been bitten off or fallen off.
I gave her purple/red/pink ass a firm squeeze to rouse her. "Rise and shine, Baby Girl!"
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I was in town for only three days, so we packed in as much fun as we could on Day 1, expecting to do the same on Day 2 and Day 3. We had met online and became sexting friends for a year. And then we agreed that I should fly to her city to meet in person.
She had brought me a jar of homemade raspberry jelly she prepared last week. A gift for me to take home—besides memories of her and our time together. I saw the jelly on my bedside table while she was still struggling to walke up and it reminded me I was hungry. She was, too. I ordered room service.
The food arrived in 25 minutes—long enough of a delay for us to cuddle and kiss while waiting.
We fed each other breakfast. Any of the runny yolk that dripped onto her by "accident" (honest!) I licked off of her thoroughly.
She noticed that I ate my toast dry—as I usually do .
"Aren't you going to try my jelly?" she asked, her tone reflecting a bit of wounded pride.
"Of course, Baby Girl! But I'm not wasting what is sure to be amazing raspberry jelly on hotel toast. I'll have it with dessert after breakfast."
"Dessert after breakfast?" she asked with disbelief. "What do you think you're having for dessert after breakfast?"
"You!" I responded, with a wicked leer.
With that, I tackled her and we wrestled hard for a few minutes. She fought back valiantly. As a masochist she also likes CNC and mock rape scenes...but we didn't know each other well enough for that yet.
Once I had her subdued and panting, I used a spoon to run a thick line of her homemade jelly from between her tits down through her navel and into her pussy. I ran the convex backside of the spoon across her clit. First in circles and then side to side, trying to test how different speeds and pressure excited her. She was revving up nicely before I tossed the spoon and hungrily started licking and sucking jelly from her—methodically from the start of the line above her cleavage, onward to her tits (using my jelly-coated tongue to sticky-up her firm erect nipples), then slowly following the trail of jelly down to the little pond of jelly in her navel. That was ticklish to her and she used her arms and hands to push my face away firmly as my tongue desperately tried to dart deeply into her navel. My tongue continued down to her pussy, and her frantic pushes turned to frantic, frenzied pulls as her hands laced in my hair and tried to drag my face and tongue faster and harder to her smouldering volcano.
Of course I resisted... I truly wanted to eat her ASAP—but pass up on a good (and painful) hair pulling? No way! Delayed gratification is what we both needed.
I took my sweet-ass time working my tongue down to the swollen wet lips of her shaved pussy. By the time I was cleaning the raspberry jelly from her clit—I mean
really
cleaning it with my tongue—It's her who's turned into jelly. She was wiggling, jiggling, and giggling with pleasure until she tensed and bucked for an explosive orgasm...
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