There’s this guy I’ve been flirting with quite a lot. He’s a chef. Growing up, I always wanted to marry a chef so he could cook for me all those amazing foreign dishes with lots of spices…Maybe I still want one except I’m not sure about the marriage bit. I don’t know if I can last in a marriage.
Dean has been telling me to visit him for quite a while, but I’ve been making up excuse after excuse. I’m not really the visiting type, it doesn’t come easy for me. However for the past two weeks I’ve been really strained, tests, class presentations…I thought campus was supposed to be simpler, with less reading but for me it’s worse than high school. After my last coursework test, I felt I should spoil myself with food, so I took up an offer to visit Dean. He promised to cook for me. I love chicken. He made me this beautiful, really tasty, really spicy chicken…it felt like heaven. Everything he prepared, the chapattis…salads (I loved those a lot), the food, juice…everything was amazing in its own way. I was smiling from ear to ear. This is exactly what I needed to relax myself. I ate as much as I could. In fact, I was so grateful I offered to do the dishes. Doing dishes isn’t really my kind of thing but I did them, together with him. I found myself yawning by the time I was done doing dishes, food makes me sleepy.
`Sleepy huh?’ I just smiled at him sheepishly.
He was drying his hands with a towel. `My shirt looks good on you.’ I was wearing his shirt, because he suggested I should just in case I messed up my clothes while doing dishes. It was all I had on except for my underwear. He put aside the towel and before I knew it, he had drawn me close to him. `You look so innocent, young…’
He was trailing his finger across my face. I watched him quietly. His left hand was holding me firmly against him. His fingers touched a button on my shirt, rather his shirt. `May I…can I take this off?’ He didn’t wait for me to answer, he just started unbuttoning the shirt, like he just meant to inform me he was going to remove it. It fell to a heap on my feet. `Your body is beautiful.’ His hands were traveling over me, and I just stood there letting myself get seduced. He lifted me and sat me onto the kitchen table. I saw my bra fall to the floor. Then he picked a bottle from one of the kitchen cabinets. I noticed it had honey. He lifted the bottle up, thrust out his tongue and let the honey trickle to his tongue. Then he kissed me with honey…his shirt went off. I kept kissing him, it tasted good. All clothes went off, we were all naked to the flesh.
He made me lie on his kitchen table, and he trickled honey all over me. It was ticklish, every time honey hit my flesh, I would laugh out loud.
`What are you up to?’
`I’m bathing you…’ I collected some honey off my body using my index finger and sucked on it.
`You’re making me sticky.’
`I’ll clean you…’ He put aside the bottle then bent over me and started to clean the honey off me with his tongue, slow and tender…it was so erotic. His tongue touched every part of me. I couldn’t keep still. He kept me down with his hands. I got hot all over. He left me briefly and I thought I would die. I watched him open the fridge. I couldn’t tell what he was picking. Then he turned. My attention went to his manhood. It was perfect, really looked amazing.
He approached me and parted my thighs, his tongue went in. I moaned out loud. It felt so good…then something solid, and hard got into my pussy. My eyes came open. It was cold…really cold, but it felt good. It wasn’t his dick, something he had picked from the fridge. He fucked me with it for about a minute then he pulled it out. He put it to his mouth and took a bite and chewed. Damn him. It was a carrot. A whole carrot.
`I’m eating you,’ he said with a smile across his face.
`Damn you!’ I started to get off the table and just as I sat with my legs swinging, he got hold of me and shoved into me with his eyes right on mine and I just stopped thinking. I watched him chew his carrot and move in me till his carrot was no more and he went wild…
Yours truly,
Trudie.
