Kitchen Fire

You are cooking dinner when she sidles up behind you in the kitchen. She slides her spread hands up your chest and gently cups your pecs, pulling you backwards towards her to bring your bodies closer. Standing on her tiptoes she drawls into your ear,

“Is your kitchen still a virgin?”

You smile as you tilt and shake your head and slowly her hands start to creep down your stomach where they splay themselves out across your lower abs. She teases you by lightly raking her nails just below the hem of your boxers, making your heart beat quicken and blood start to rush to your ever ready cock. She unbuttons your jeans as she turns you towards her and lets them drop below your knees. Pressing her hand against your hardening dick she pulls your head down towards hers with the other. She kisses you deeply as the hand that’s on your tumescent dick begins to stroke, your moan pushes past your lips that are still pressed hard against hers.

She pulls away from you and looks into your eyes, mischief reflected back in hers; kneeling down before you she licks the pre-cum off the tip of your cock, savoring it’s sweet taste.

Mmm…

She runs her tongue around the entire girth of your head and takes you into her mouth. As she starts to suck and move up and down along the length of your shaft you grab her hair and your hips start to rock and it only spurs her on. On she goes, sucking you off in a way that has your mind exiting your body for a sudden vacation and leaving no forwarding address and just as you have her believing that you are about to cum you pull her off you. She looks up a bit baffled, then you push her back onto the cold, hard kitchen floor and thank God that she is wearing a very tiny skirt. Shoving her panties aside you thrust into her hard and deep, the smells of dinner burning wafts to both your nostrils but neither of you care.

You hold on just long enough to cause her to orgasm and her moans fight for dominance over the smoke detector that has started to go off, as soon as you feel all of her muscles contract and her legs begin to quiver you let go too. A moment later you both are collapsed against each other, hearts pounding, catching your breath.

And later when your roommates come home and ask what that burnt smell is, you say there was a fire in the kitchen while you were cooking.

And she smirks behind the roommate, and they have no idea.

Five Fact Friday

1. I am the most sex smart and sex safe of all of my friends, and thankfully too; having the most sex out of all of them.
2. I know that I write about sex a bunch but it is all with one person, whom I am in a committed, stable relationship with; therefore the least promiscuous of all my friends.
3. I am very food and healthy eating smart. I know what will keep me healthy, yet I can’t loose weight. Not that I really need to, but I do want to get a lower percent body fat. I am at 20% right now; which is exceptional for a woman but I want to get down to 17%.
4. I have never made someone in my family ‘die’ so that I can get a weekend off work to have lots of sex with a fuck buddy, or a boyfriend.
5. I don’t believe in sex without a condom and birth control combined. I am that paranoid about unwanted pregnancy, besides I can’t cum if I am too busy worrying about not getting preggers. And I can’t stand the thought of losing an orgasm.