<strong>Brad- Moved from Pool to Kitchen<br/>Making a snack.<br/>Tag- Anyone welcome. <br/></strong><br/>Brad worked fast in the kitchen- the cupboards were well stocked- so much so- there was enough for a seige and he realised that he really could do with feeding the inner man. He would run up one of his quick and dirty specials. And if the delcious smells could tempt any delectable company- then that would be a double pleasure. Food with sex, or sex with food in a kitchen was one of his more respectable kinks- Well respectable, at least to start with.<br/><br/>His strong hands confidently moved, beat, whisked and mixed. Soon the tantellising smell of a pasta dish with a wicked tasting sauce wafted through the house. He had turned on soft music, opened a bottle of good chianti and sitting at the kitchen table- naked except for a cook's appron, he slowly savoured his pasta. Brad was a sensual being-he cooked well-and  like sex he liked to taste exciting flavours.  He wondered how many other greedy fuckers might appear.