minors & ageless blogs dni
it's a domestic kind of day. a nice and soft morning together before he goes off to work.
i do my chores, go on a walk, see a friend, come home. dinner's easy, chopped up and simmering in the slow cooker. what to do with the rest of my time.
an idea sparks in my mind.
when the door swings open it's hir, my lover, tired from the day. about to call out to me when he hears me in the kitchen. following the sound, he stops dead in hir tracks at the sight of me. apron. in an apron. just an apron. god, just an apron while i'm icing something. doesn't even matter what. doesn't matter the way i'm licking it off my fingers.
and i'm oh so excited to see hir. eyes bright and coming over to give hir a kiss. he chases for more but i exclaim that i'm not done icing yet, there's another tray in the oven.
my masc watching as i bend over to take the tray out. showing off everything, though it's nothing he hasn't seen before, still doesn't help hir from salivating like a dog with a nice, plump, juicy steak right in front of hir. he's doing so good. waiting so patiently. i turn and tell hir to sit. he does. tell him to come closer. he does again. gods, so very good. my best doggy. perfect doggy.
come. he does. kiss. and he crashes his lips against mine hungrily, sliding hir tongue against mine while i moan into hir mouth. good butch, my good butch, my perfect doggy.
that riles hir up, i knew it would. such a brat. not that he means it. he knows i'm playing little homemaker cause it's my day off and that gets hir hard as shit. knows i rarely bake with an apron and rarely make a mess. hair all messy, flour prints all over the dark colored fabric--brushed against my skin, icing dripping down my wrist. the perfect little porn star. perfect little kit who knows just how to tease, just how to pose, just how to look like fucking sin for their butch.
hopping up on the counter telling hir that the rolls need to cool. i might need some help cleaning up in the meantime, pulling my apron to the side to show off just how worked up he's gotten me. how the icing isn't the only thing dripping down my skin.
the look in hir eyes is fucking feral, that little laugh that tells me i'm fucked sends a shiver down my spine. i know i'm asking to be ruined, to be tongue fucked until i can't breathe, to end up on the couch full of hir cum because he can't stop breeding my perfect hole, can't stop using hir little angel like the little pocket hole that they are.
gods, i'd be milking hir cock until he was shooting blanks, til he couldn't give me anymore. i'd need it, need to be broken over and over by my butch's hands, just for hir to put me back together nice and pretty.
for hir to kiss me nice and soft. tell me how good i did. how he's so happy to come home to such a perfect little angel. thanking me for making dinner, for getting up done up for hir. as if messing up my hair and wearing nothing but an apron is getting dolled up.
my masc, my butch, my lover. gods, makes me so so greedy