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As I let myself in to her apartment I hear her fingers typing on her keyboard. “Tip-tap-tippity-tap…” She’s writing another white-hot erotic novel about love, sex, sex, love, and love and sex. God, I love a woman that can do that! She usually does her research by trying out her stories on me first, or me and some of our special friends. “Tip-tap-tippity-tap…” “He-looooo.” I call out to her. She knows it’s me, because I’m the only one with a key to her door. And her elsewheres, she tells me. She’s so wrapped up in her typing she doesn’t respond other than with an “uh-huh!” grunt, her eyes firmly fixed on the monitor before her. She gets that way when she’s on deadline. I go in the kitchen and put down the sack of groceries I picked up on the way over. The bottle of white goes in the freezer (DON’T FORGET THIS OR YOU’LL BE SORRY!!! I think to myself), and the butter comes out of the fridge for the garlic bread. The big pot of water goes on the stove for the pasta, and I open the jar of my own secret recipe spaghetti sauce. Actually, the secret is to use a lot of meat, mushrooms, and wine, but I’ll never tell. If I know her, she’s been pounding away at that story since I left this morning. While we’re waiting for the water to boil it’s time for a break. I make enough noise so that she knows I’ve come into the room (she hates being surprised from behind). I don’t usually read over her shoulder, but I can’t help Küçükyalı escort bayan but see what she’s writing: “His hungry hands sought her full heaving bosom, as her breath came noisily through her nostrils with noticeable excitement…” Wordlessly, I stand behind her and gently place my hands on her shoulders, massaging them. “Ummmm!” she responds at first, then shakes me off and returns to her task. “Moistening, she spreads her naked legs to him, inviting his entry. His massive member throbs before her slithering slit…” “Come help me cook dinner.” I softly say. “Uh-uh! Gotta finish this.” she replies. Oh yeah? We’ll see about THAT. I know it’s not due until five tomorrow, and she’s already got enough material for TWO volumes already. “Okay.” I say, but don’t add: “You asked for this!” I bend over and sweep her long, dark hair up and begin to nuzzle the little whispy hairs left at the back of her neck with my nose and lips. She cringes and giggles. “Stop that!” she says, and tries to elbow me away, as I return to kiss that secret spot between her shoulders where she’s so ticklish. She squirms away. “I MEAN IT! I have to get this finished!” Yeah, right. This time I do read over her shoulder, as I’m softly biting into it: “He seizes her massive mams in his hands as he positions his pulsating pud to her well-primed pussy, preparing to pump her full Escort Kartal of his powerful…” “Tip-tap-tippity-tap…” I hear her stop typing, relax and sigh as I take her breast in my hand and squeeze it gently. I kiss her neck and nibble at her earlobe, while reaching down with my other hand and slip it under the waistband of her running shorts, copping a feel of her fine, round ass. She collapses against me, and clutches my arm. “Damn you, you aren’t going to take `no’ for an answer, are you?” “No.” She pulls back and looks up at me. “Yeah.” she muses. “Yeah…” I reach over and press “Ctrl-S” to save her work, and then put my hands under her arms and lift her up out of her chair. She raises her arms and puts them around my neck. We kiss that kind of kiss that says both “Hello,” and “I wanna FUCK!” at the same time. I grab handfuls of her fine round ass (and it IS a “fine, round ass”) in both hands and pull her hips into my crotch, grinding my hardon into her. Yeah, like she doesn’t know already. I hear the sound of the water come to a boil behind me in the kitchen, and I take her by the hand, leading her there. Few things in life are as intimate and wonderful as sharing food together with your lover. She can cook, and cooks well. So can I, and many have declared that when it comes to spaghetti I have no equal. A little salad, garlic bread with parmesan, and a good Suadiye escort chard or pinot taken together make aphrodesia. Now it’s MY turn to be inconvenienced and interfered with. She keeps getting between me and the cutting board, or the stove (careful!) or the kitchen table to make out, or rub her butt into my crotch, or she’ll get behind me and press her tits into my back, grab my ass, or reach between my legs to squeeze my balls. I almost slipped and cut my finger off when she did as I sliced mushrooms. It would have been worth it, though. I turned to her after everything was heating up in the pans and oven, and pulled up her T-shirt to reveal her fabulous boobs. I reached for the bottle of wine and poured a little over her nipple, then licked it off. Or sucked. Use your own verb, you know what I mean. She drew her breath in through her teeth, and reached for my belt. In a moment, my trousers were on the floor in a heap, and she was rubbing me through my boxers, looking me in the eye like a panther about to strike. Panthers are lethal cats, and so is she. Suddenly, she had the big French slicing knife in her fist, the huge stainless blade as big as an axe before my face. Before I could speak, she used it to slice away my boxers, leaving me naked from my waist to my ankles. My member was not only standing straight out, but was actually pointing UP a little, I was so aroused. THAT had NEVER happened before! Maybe I ought to fear for my life more often. I leaned back against the chopping block, and considered the irony of that, as she knelt and opened her mouth to take me in. The stereo began playing Nat King Cole’s “Stardust,” and she paced herself slowly and languidly as she made oral love to my cock.