The rare appearance of rhubarb happened at the grocery store, and combined with the Easter "buy 1-get 1" on strawberries, it was obvious I had to make a pie. It's one of Beloved's favorites. So, last night, I made up the concoction, filled the crust, latticed the top, and baked. Very little overflow, which was promising... I let it sit overnight to make sure it wasn't too runny though. When I came up to bed, Beloved murmmured that the baked crust made him want chicken pot pie. I guess I'll be making one of those soon, too...
Anyway, I cut out two pieces this morning and packed them in a tupper for him to enjoy at work. As he was getting packed up to leave, I called out, "Don't forget your pie!" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh? Are you OFFERING me pie?"
I think I turned pink and stammered that Boy was in the room. Beloved shrugged.
"Then you will just have to go to another room, won't you?"
"Yes, Master..."
I went to the kitchen and dropped my drawers, leaned against the counter, and wished I'd gotten a shower this morning...but we'd all over-slept... Perhaps it is hard to believe, but this is really something I have to submit to. I am learning to appreciate receiving oral sex, but I really first enjoyed it when pregnant. It's just another hang-up I have, I guess.
Beloved knelt before me and flicked the tip of his tongue over and around my clit for a minute or so. His fingers brushed my labia, testing but not insistent. I clutched the counter, pressing my hips forward, fighting between moaning and worrying that Boy would come to investigate...
Then Beloved withdrew, grinning at me. I turned crimson and shyly pulled up my jammies just as Boy rounded the corner looking for us.
"Mmmmm....sometimes I'm impressed with how tight you can be, my love. But, you do have one tasty pie, my pet!"
I hope he likes the strawberry-rhubarb, too...
