Wow this one is amazing and very funny i laughed a lot. And..hard thing. lol , someone is addicted with that :D It was such a beautiful day in Helsinki as Ville and I walked hand in hand through the park by the sea. Suddenly, his huge warm hand clenched my hand so tightly. “God I’m starving…, I could really go a bowl of your homemade Chicken Tikka Marsala!”. As he said this, I put my hand under his t-shirt and rubbed his flat tattooed belly. My God, I thought to myself, Ville you must be starving, I can feel your empty stomach. I then replied “I can make you your favourite dish my Darling, lets make our way home to the Tower.” Ville asked if we had all the ingredients for his favourite saucy dish back at the Tower and I said “Yes, I have the hot ingredients, all I need is the breasts”. “Mmmmm, the breasts”, he replied as he licked his full luscious lips and grabbed my left breast and squeezed it while he tickled my nipple with his index finger”, “Yes, the breasts Ville, the chicken breasts, the meat for the dish!” “Oh”, he said “For a second you got me hard, but now you are talking about chicken breasts, my hardness has gone!”. I said “Never mind my Darling, your hardness will return! I will make sure of this! But first, we must purchase the breasts!”. So Ville let go of my left breast and took my hand. We made our way from the park, and crossed the street to the butcher and we purchased 1 kilogram of chicken breasts. Ville pulled his keys out of his pocket, opened the door and summoned me to enter first. He slapped my ass so hard, I screamed “Ouch Ville, not so hard”. I knew what he had on his mind, he gets like this when he is hungry. I knew what he wanted and it wasn’t just my homemade Chicken Tikka Masala. It was all the talk about the breasts… As I made my way to the kitchen, I kissed Ville passionately and said “My Darling, go on and relax in the lounge room while I go straight to the kitchen and cook your Chicken Tikka Masala. I need to fill that hole in your belly.”. He grabbed the back of my neck, I nearly dropped the bag of chicken breasts on the hard wooden floors, and he gave me the most loving kiss he has ever given me, tickling my tonsils with this tongue. Ville liked it when I cooked for him. Ville went into the lounge room, took off his jeans and sat in the huge black leather lounge in his boxer shorts, putting his feet up. I cut the onions that Janne had given Ville from his garden the day before and started caramelising them in butter in the frypan, just the way Janne showed me how to cook them. The smell was sweet. I cut the chicken breasts and added them to the sizzling onions from Janne. The smell really was out of this world, and Ville yelled out “Oh God my Darling, the smell is making me horny, I..I..I.. mean hungry”. I told him to keep his boxers on a little longer, and that his Chicken Tikka Masala would soon be ready. I added the rest of the ingredients, adding only a little chilli at this stage and the smell was amazing… “Ohhh God, it smells beautiful my Sweetheart” Ville groaned again “I’m so starving”, I knew he couldn’t wait anymore and needed to be fed. The Chicken Tikka Marsala was ready, the last ingredient was the yoghurt, so I added it and stirred it through accidently breaking my wooden spoon. I then raised my voice “Ville Sweety, I want you to taste test the hotness first before I serve you. I want you to tell me if I need to add more chilli for you Darling?”. But taste testing for Ville did not come from a spoon. So, I took off my top and then my bra and ohhh I felt so free! With my naked breasts, I leant over the frypan and dipped my nipples in the Chicken Tikka Masala. The feeling was hot, warm and gooey and just God damn amazing. I walked into to the lounge room around the huge black leather lounge and Ville just stared at me with his crooked smile. Then he stood up and grabbed my waist with his huge hands and bent down and began licking my right nipple. He cupped my breast and sucked the Chicken Tikka Masala sauce right off, then he grabbed my left breast, cupped it and sucked the life out of it. He liked the sauce. His hair fell and was tickling my tummy. The sauce was gone and I could see his hard thing erecting. So I grabbed his hard thing and said “Come with me my Darling, I have a need for your hard thing. I need a stirrer for the hot sauce, I accidently broke it.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled his crooked smile, and followed my half naked body into the kitchen, my nipples wet and hard from him sucking and licking off the hot sauce. It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing, and that was cooking Ville’s Chicken Tikka Masala. I took the frypan and put it on the kitchen table. I pulled Ville over and pulled his boxers down and licked my lips at the size of his hard thing. Big hands, big hard thing, such an amazing man I had, such hotness! I knew I was a lucky woman. I grabbed his hard thing and put it in the frypan to stir the sauce. Luckily, I only put a small amount of chillies in the sauce, so the heat of the chillies did not hurt the eye of his hard thing. He loved what I was doing, so kinky, so special and only for him, so I grabbed his hard thing and stirred, and stirred, and again stirred the Chicken Tikka Masala with his hard thing. I pulled his hard thing out of the frypan and… (to be continued)
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 10:41:30 +0000
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