"I have heard you have a fantastic lava cake."
"Quite correct, it is rather legendary."
"Excellent, I'll have it."
"Good choice, Sir, what about you, Madam?".
You seem conflicted as we had a big main course and you wanted to watch your weight over the weekend after all.
"Would you bring us two spoons so we can share?", you finally ask.
"Very well.", The waiter scuttles off and I raise my eyebrows at you.
"What about your diet?"
"You heard the waiter, it is legendary. I can make an exception for legendary."
"Right, of course. Now, what exactly makes you think that I'll be inclined to share my lava cake?"
"You ass, you wouldn't dare!"
I put on my most diabolical grin. "I am quite intent on feasting on this dessert all by myself, especially since it means supporting you in your diet.", I airily explain. "I can hardly think of anything that would make me consider sharing, can you?"
You roll your eyes, "Oh, it's that kind of conversation."
You seem to realize what kind of offer I would like to hear. "Fine, I'll have sex with you tonight."
"How cute, and...?", I implore.
"I guess I'll be tied up at the time.", you whisper and actually turn red.
"She blushes, how adorable.", I crow. "Very well, I will generously share my dessert with you."
"That dessert better be worth it.", you mumble.
You are not disappointed, the lava cake is a dream of a dessert. Steamy hot chocolate brownie next to melting vanilla icecream. We just look at it for a moment.
"Wait a minute", you interrupt, just as I prepare to take the first bite. You place your elbows on the table and bring your fingertips together.
"What do I have to do if I want to eat the whole thing?", you ask.
"Ooh.., the game's afoot", I put the spoon back down and put my fingertips together as well.
We stare at each other.
Finally, I speak. "I think we can agree that it must be something utterly outrageous, considering, you know .. this". I point at the dessert.
You squint your eyes for dramatic effect. "If I eat the whole thing and you watch me eat the whole thing..", your voice drops to a whisper, "..you get to tie me up and spank me" -dramatic pause- "while I suck you off."
I am speechless for a moment. When I drag myself away from the pictures that immediately sprang to life in my head, I whisper "The holy grail." and nod numbly in agreement.
"Excellent.", you say in your best Mr Burns impression and you pick up your spoon.
Just as you do that the brownie bursts open by some culinary magic and molten chocolate bubbles forth, flows down the side of mount chocolate cake and melts through the icecream. We both stare at it incredulously.
"You know what, forget it, nice try though.", I say as I grab my own spoon.
"Hell no!", you exclaim and whip the plate out of my reach. I gape at you openmouthed and you gesticulate with your spoon. "We already agreed, mister. I am going to eat this magical lava cake and you're going to watch me. Do whatever you want with me afterwards, I don't care."
Damnit, I should have played it cool.
You dig into the cake while I console myself by planning out the evening in my head. Your spoon comes off with a generous bit of brownie drenched in hot dark chocolate and molten icecream. As the brownie desolves in your mouth and the rich chocolatey flavours overpower your senses, you say dreamily: "I'm in heaven."
Later that night:
It is a lucky circumstance that our neighbors are not at home that evening. Otherwise, they would hear the most peculiar combination of sounds coming from our veranda. For one, it sounds as if someone is being applauded very sparsely. That sound is accompanied by a messy cacaphony of someone enjoying the hell out of an popsicle. And somebody else enjoying that someone enjoying the popsicle. Weirdly as it must sound to an outsider, there are is also a jingling of bells. If our neighbors looked around the hedge, they would see a man standing on the veranda facing the window and a woman bent and bound over the window sill.
I am, of course, that man and you are that woman, who finds herself posed in a most precarious situation: Your spread legs are tied in two places to the radiator inside, once at the ankles, another time at the thighs, stretching your legs and forcing them apart. Your arms are bound together on your back and pulled by rope towards the curtain rod, tensing your body in a mesmerizing pose. Your neck is connected to the umbrella stand outside by a length of rope I can adjust to my liking. Right now your head is pulled down to the level of my hips which in turn pulls your body so close against the window sill that your feet are raised to their pads, further accentuating the shape of your legs.
As rigidly as you are bound, you still manage to wiggle some room out of your bindings to move your head eagerly up and down. Your boobs swing in entrancing ways and the bells attached with clamps to your nipples jingle excitedly in step with your bopping head. That is unless I grab them to feel their warm shape fill my hands and trace their soft round form with my fingertips. While you passionately suck and lick my dick I occasionally roll up the belt I am holding and roll it down your back. When the end springs free it flicks at your backside which makes you squirm in your bindings in a mindblowingly sexy way. It does not take long until you make me cum.
For the second course I step inside and attend your backside. To keep you entertained while I recuperate I prepare a couple of toys we haven't tried out yet. You receive the anal plug with somewhat stressed moans, but before you can cramp up I ease the bindings a bit. It doesn't take me long to be ready again and I enter you from behind. I leasurely spank your cheeks while thrusting into you. Your moans escape into the night. I join in and before long we both reach the top.
I step back and smack your gorgeous ass, before making myself a drink. Time for a break. I watch from across the room how you grind your lap on the window sill. Not entirely unsympathetic to your plight I introduce the vibrating eggs which trigger a much more positive response from you than the plug. I step outside with my drink and drop into the lawn chair right next to you. Your magnificent breasts sway from the ecstatic thrashing brought on by the vibration inside of you. With my arm on the armrest I can easily cup your breasts and idly play with the belled clamps while you tremble in the throes of another orgasm. After finishing my drink I once again push myself between your lips and let you kiss and lick until I am hard again. Then I hold the back of your head and your jaw and slip in all the way. I slide in and out of your mouth and when the tension in my loins is finally released in a few delicious twitches of my dick, I say dreamily: "I'm in heaven".