Sunday bar

Today, you are dessert. You are my sweet tooth. Hot fudge slides down her sides, pools in her belly. A banana held in her hand, for her consumption later. The heat of the fudge makes her squirm. This is the beginning. You must hold that banana with the slightest grip. One indentation and the game is over, including your delightful treat in the end. One scoop of cold richly scented vanilla ice cream lands on top of the fudge. The heat and the cold making her salivate. Making her sex hungry. His lil sexpot opening up. Even hotter sticky sauce dribbled along, mixing pleasures. Binding them all together. He forces a finger in her mouth. she moans, the richness of the caramel, the scent of His skin, the taste of His flesh. her tongue circles, sucks, lost. He grins. she is interrupted with a large explosion of cream…whipped cream on all the layers of sensual delight. Just for fun He covers His masterpiece in sprinkles.

So many flavors. A creamy smoothness mixed with rich bold flavor as it slides down your throat. A taste to be treasured. The best sundae she never did see. her site taken by the softest silk blindfold. Igniting all of her other senses.

Enjoy your Sunday.