“I need sex,” I texted a former friend with benefits.
We were so comfortable with each other that I felt he wouldn’t be insulted by the deliberate exclusion of courteous pleasantries in my communication. I knew my candor would turn him on. It was a warm afternoon when I was working in real estate. I was bored and horny, and I needed to do something about it.
He was my male equivalent, and we were fuck pals for years. I’d never met somebody who understood me so well. Some of our mutual friends were perplexed as to why we weren’t a couple, despite the fact that we clearly adored each other. But we were worried that having a genuine relationship would spoil our enchantment. And why would we want to do that?
“I’ll be there at 8:30,” he said right away.
When I arrived home from work, I barely had time to shower. In addition, I had to prepare my lunch for the next day. I used to pack a lunch for work every day. This was not just to conserve money; it was also due to the lack of vegetarian dining options in the area where I worked.
After looking through my refrigerator, I decided to prepare a spinach pie. I was going to have to cook the spinach while also thawing the puff pastry. The boiling spinach would then be put onto the puff pastry. I’d top it with cheese and tomato, then add another sheet of puff pastry to cover the filling. I’d bake it until golden brown and crispy in the oven. I’d have to let the spinach pie cool before placing it in the fridge overnight to be ready to take to work the next day. It was a basic technique with multiple stages. I needed to do all of this while also attending to my sexual demands because I didn’t want to go to bed too late on a weekday.
I came to the conclusion that multiorgasmic multitasking was the only option.
I made the decision to turn a disadvantage into an advantage. I put on a red gingham apron and heels and nothing else. I was already aroused in anticipation when I heard the doorbell ring. He appeared impressed when I opened the door and stood there in my seductive cooking garb, looking at me up and down.
‘I need to cook my lunch for tomorrow,’ I remarked. Then I began to stroll down the hallway into the kitchen, displaying my naked derriere, tempting him to caress my buttocks as I moved ahead of him.
Most people believe that starting cooking after receiving a guest is impolite, especially if the dish is one that they would not appreciate. But he knew I was the only thing on the menu that night.
I had a pot of water on the stove already. I lit the gas and began heating it. We kissed, and he undressed while stroking my nearly naked body. He became hard in no time. I handed him a condom, turned away from him, and faced the stove, bending slightly forward to make myself available to him. I didn’t care about foreplay; I just wanted to be possessed.
Our sex life was defined mostly by penetration. Every time our bodies linked like jigsaw puzzle pieces, something wonderful happened. It was hypnotic. I’d read in women’s magazines that most females required clitoral stimulation to experience orgasm. I was the outlier because I could always come from penetration alone.
He moved slowly inside me, and when he was totally inside, I breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, I had been thinking about this all day. It’s no surprise I couldn’t concentrate at work. This was just what I was looking for. He began to move as I rhythmically gripped my vaginal muscles against him, providing excitement to both of us. Even though I was still a long way from achieving climax, I couldn’t help but moan in delight.
I was having fun with this for a while, but when I heard the water begin to bubble, I opened my eyes. I reached into the freezer on my right side and pulled out a block of frozen spinach. I took out the plastic packet and placed it in the kettle of nearly boiling water. Meanwhile, my sweetheart slowed down to ensure that I didn’t lose my equilibrium during this crucial cooking operation.
The thrusting rhythm then intensified. I had to bite my lower lip and attempt to postpone my climax as long as possible. I was quickly distracted again by the bubbling sound of the spinach beginning to boil. It was no longer a frozen block; it was disintegrating. I gave it a brief toss and turned down the heat just a tad.
He began quickening the rhythm as soon as I set down the wooden spoon. It was almost dark, and the only thing illuminating the kitchen was the blue flame of the gas stove. The passionate symphony of boiling bubbles, hissing gas flames, and our bodies slapping together frenetically at an ever-increasing rate, as well as our deep breathing, was like an erotic symphony. My kitchen smelled strongly of sex and spinach. He held me by the hips and nibbled the nape of my neck, a strange yet seductive combination that sent me over the edge.
As we moaned in sync, I let go of any resistance and succumbed to the moment, welcoming my impending climax. Pleasure, spasms, and scandalous sounds possessed me. Nothing else was important at the time. Nothing, not even my lunch.
He withdrew and discarded the condom as we caught our breath. ‘That was incredible,’ we both agreed. We added another successful orgasmic encounter to our already extensive sexual repertoire. While my spinach pie baked, I gave him a drink and we proceeded to the lounge to catch up on life. We murmured our goodbyes as the oven timer went off and planned to meet again soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zf1t84/fm_craving_for_sx
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