Sam (#9): Food, Love, Sex And Tom - Sex Stories

Sam (#9): Food, Love, Sex And Tom

... It is returned to the bag and window for another rise so the yeast can party on babe for another hour. The firmer pillow is then deflated again and a third exiled to a bread tin.

The meat is marinaded in the now empty bowl.

A polenta laced sheet tray is moved into position as Chef now gently massages the still sticky pillow around the tray to create a one-inch high layer of dough. An oiled sheet of plastic wrap is covered over its body, and it is returned to the sill.

The yeasty smell of percolates through his house if its winter which gives me a pleasant buzz.

The oven is set to max. The meat is fried in a little oil, then reserved. A can of tomatoes is decanted into the marinade laced pan and a roux applied to thicken.

The smell of baking bread pervades the kitchen and adjacent lounge, where we sit chatting over wine, stimulating our stomachs into a hungry growl.

Then the sheet and its risen again pillow, minus the sheet, enter the oven, along with the bread tin. 15 minutes later, the pillowy base with its now crispy topping and soft centre is removed. The marinade infused tomato is generously applied to the base, then the toppings. Finally, another ten minutes of oven heat to soften the cheese and meld the toppings to the base.

We know when it’s ready because we now have the multi-layer perfumes of bread and pizza waft through the kitchen to the sofa, where we normally sit when waiting.

The bread and pizza are removed. The bread is prodded below to ...

... release it from the tin and put onto a rack to cool. The smell is like the slow, rising kiss of a hot guy that I'm going to strip, and he will strip me causing my anticipation to manifest as wetness and nipples to rise.

Tom slides the pizza to the chopping board and takes his thick vegetable knife through the pizza and slices squares. He lovingly plates each piece and spoons some of the al dente beans that are infused with the pizza's flavours.

All of these wonderful scents infuse the room, giving me a buzz like I'm being held naked and fingered gently whilst kissing.

I sit at the table and take the first bite. My teeth bite through the marinated chicken like my guy is grabbing my tits as I'm on the massage table. The brie comes next, sliding down my throat like his cock does. Then the cranberry as ne works down and nips my nipple. The zing of the sauce hits me as he fingers my entrance and catches it just right. Now I bite through the crust like I've toothed his cock. Finally, the pillowy pizza centre as he gently fingers me.

I repeat with the next bite. The chicken is him massaging me, then I get slid down the throat, a cranberry zing from my nipple heading south. More crunch causing a twinge, then slide into pillow. The beans have a nice snap that imparts more flavours.

Finally, the last piece goes down as I reach a climax of senses and I'm purring gently.

Of his many delights, his Christmas Cake really was sex on a plate. He had brought it round to our ...