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2/12/13 22:09Zach and I are making dinner. Well, it began as making dinner and became something...more.
He presses back against me and I groan a little. "I'm stirring, too," I rasp. "Mmmmm...but the sauce will burn...and you're doing so well..."
"Thank you... I want to do well..." he murmurs.
There is a hint of...submission...in his voice and I moan softly into his ear. "Let's eat...then have dessert..."
"That sounds nice.... a little dinner... wine..." he says. "Is it ready?"
"It is..." I pick up a spoon and dip it into the sauce. "Taste it...what do you think?"
He presses back against me and I groan a little. "I'm stirring, too," I rasp. "Mmmmm...but the sauce will burn...and you're doing so well..."
"Thank you... I want to do well..." he murmurs.
There is a hint of...submission...in his voice and I moan softly into his ear. "Let's eat...then have dessert..."
"That sounds nice.... a little dinner... wine..." he says. "Is it ready?"
"It is..." I pick up a spoon and dip it into the sauce. "Taste it...what do you think?"