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From: Alexis Siefert <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} {Birthday} Dinner and Dessert - RP (Alexis S.) (MF Rom Flash)
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Dinner and Dessert
by Alexis Siefert
(c) 2002
It was the only thing that could rouse him from his post-orgasmic
stupor, and she knew it. He had settled in for that perfect,
late-afternoon, warm-bed, after-sex nap when the smells hit him.
She was cooking.
Coffee first. He somehow missed the sound of the grinder, but the
aroma of the first drops lured him from the bed.
Then butter. From the soft crackle, he knew she had the skillet
warmed. He imagined the golden, silky pools melting on the hot
surface.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he slipped around the corner
to watch as she cracked eggs into the butter and added a handful
of mushrooms.
His stomach growled.
She laughed, not turning. She was wearing a short Chinese silk
robe, tied loosely around her waist. The robe just covered her
wonderful ass. He moved behind her, stroking under the curve of
her bottom. She giggled and shuddered, but spread her legs
slightly, and his fingers pressed in further, teasing between her
lips.
He wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her against
his chest. He yanked the dangling end of the tie, and opened her
robe. He brushed her ear with his lips and whispered, "Keep
cooking, we dont want dinner to burn."
She pressed back, grinding against him, but she didn't stop
scrambling, didn't stop stirring. He watched chocolate melt in
dark pools in the double-boiler.
"Do you want eggs first or your dessert?"
"Eggs, of course. Dessert after."
"Too bad," she said softly, turning to face him. She put her hand
on his chest to push him back a step. As she spoke, she dipped
the pastry brush in the warm, melted liquid and drew dark lines
of chocolate over the tops of her breasts, circling her hard
nipples. "Dessert is on me."
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Happy Birthday, Gary!
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