Just a Little Taste Test
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				Title: <strong>Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 18:35:18</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Okay, so how about dinner? Its been a long day for you and that is the least I can do, being your boyfriend and all."</em> Richard gave a small smile, shifting a bit as he held the cell phone to his ear, slowly pulling a tray out of the oven and placing it onto the stovetop with a audible clang, which of course caused him to grimace, eyes looking towards the phone with a worried little glance. <em>"Cooking? No No, I promise, just a simple little meal, hell, I will make it Chinese takeout, about as unfancy and stress free as you can get. That sound good sweetie? Okay, see you around Seven."</em>&nbsp; He continued to hold the phone to his ear for several more moments before&nbsp; finally able to spare a hand to flip it closed and toss it onto the dining table of his small two room apartment.&nbsp; His eyes glancing down to the reproduction fortune cookies currently cooling on the stove.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Richard was not a bad looking man, dark brown hair cut short over his blue eyes that had a propensity to turn green depending on what he was wearing.&nbsp; His body was lean, containing just enough tone for him not to be considered a beanpole by most.&nbsp; He was currently wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, which he liked to think was a look that worked for him as often as he used it.&nbsp; He was a cook, and much to his Girlfriends dismay, this usually meant he cooked their dinners together, tonight however was quite different. "Gah, I swear these things are harder to make than they should be." He mumbled under his breath, sitting down to the table with several long strips of parchment paper and a pen, looking over at the fortune cookies and doing a little mental math. He had cooked 12, she would probably only eat 1 or 2, but still best to have some variety, 6, 6 seemed like a very good number. With that established he went to work, only stopping a hour later to order the Chinese. It was going to be a very fun night.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 19:26:55</strong>
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				<strong>”Alright, I’ll see you then.”</strong> Amber replied, smiling as she hung up her phone and tucked it back in her pocket. Since she was at work, she was wearing a pair of black slacks and a blue button down shirt. She worked at a PR firm that often handled politics and they’d just taken on a few new clients that were giving her added stress. Richard had noticed and was trying to help her relax. He was a great boyfriend. Though going over to his house was sometimes a new stress of its very own. She always knew dinner alone would take a few hours, as he always insisted on cooking everything and making it all so fancy, and whenever he wanted her to help it seemed moments away from her ruining their meal. Hell, when she was home alone she usually just microwaved a lean cuisine and made a small salad. Cooking was not her forte. But tonight he seemed to get that. He’d mentioned Chinese food, one of her favorites, both in taste in simplicity. <br><br>So shortly before seven, she was standing outside his apartment. She’d just come from work, her blond hair freed from its ponytail and cascading down her back. She had bright blue eyes and slightly tan skin, and she was around five foot four. She wasn’t athletic, but she was thin, with some curves. Her chest was certainly noticeable, especially in her form fitting blouse, but not overly large. Brushing back a strand of hair she stepped up to his door and knocked, smiling as she waited for him to answer. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 18:57:10</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;It took a few seconds for the door to open, Richards grin widening as he saw her. "There is my hard working woman." Wrapping a arm around her, pulling her into a hard hug and giving her a kiss before she could so much as react. "You just beat the delivery man here." Even as he nodded towards the small table still piled high with the trademark Brown bags and white little carrying boxes that every Chinese place used. "Mhhh, you kick your feet off and get comfortable, I will finish sorting things out." Only thing did his hand slowly loosen itself from his waist as he walked back over to the table. "Oh, Also, what did you want to drink? I got some soda, milk, juice, course there is plain old water if you want that too."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Things were, going rather well, Amber's timing could not have been any better. The "Original" Fortune cookies were now safely in the bedroom trash can and his fun replacements had been repackaged into the small box that they had came in, ready for the end of the meal. He grabbed a soda for himself, and whatever his lovely Amber wanted before moving to sit down, finishing the sorting of the food as he handed her over her meal. "So, do I want to know how bad work was?" A small grin on his face as he took the first bite of his meal.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 21:53:39</strong>
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				Amber smiled warmly in return at the sight of him, his words a compliment that made her hard day seem just a little bit worth it. And then he pulled her close and without warning gave her a kiss that she felt down to her bones. She returned his affection easily, her arms wrapped around him as her lips pressed to his, and when he pulled away she laughed a little. <strong>”Well somebody’s happy.”</strong> she remarks. He’d seemed more excited than usual about this meal, both on the phone and now, and she wondered what was up. It wasn’t that he didn’t kiss her, far from it, but his actions were still different today than usual. Shaking her head and smiling, she walked in and dropped her purse, taking off her coat, then went and sat down, kicking off her black shoes as she looked at the bags on the table. She could smell the food and felt her stomach growl. <strong>”Ice water would be great.”</strong> She tells him, watching him move about the kitchen.<br><br>As he handed her her meal, dumplings and noodles, she laughed at his question, setting the food down and taking a bite before answering. <strong>”No, not really. One of our new clients, a junior senator, just keeps saying the dumbest things when he thinks nobody is listening. It’s been a nightmare covering for him. Every day he seems to offend a new set of people.”[b/] She explains, shaking her head. <strong>”So how was your day?”</strong> She asks in return, continuing to eat. <br></strong>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 23:11:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;He just smiled, taking a bite of his own meal. <em>"It was a day off, I pretty much did nothing except talk with you and order the Chinese, it was quite nice."</em> Taking a small sip of his drink as he looked over to her as she took another bite. He was doing a bad job of hiding is own anticipation and he knew it, but it wasn't like she could figure it out. <em> "Heh, well he sounds like just a lovely person to be working for, course his money spends as well as anyone else's. A customer is a customer."</em> Shifting a bit as he took another bite. <em>"Still, you do need to relax a bit more sweetie."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 05:47:29</strong>
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				<strong>”Yea, that is true.”</strong> She remarked after taking a sip of her drink. Plus the more these fools messed up, the more she and her co-workers got paid. Still, these days had been even busier than usual, and it was starting to wear her out. At Richard’s final comment she blushed just a bit and smiled softly. She was always touched by his concern. <strong>”I know. I want to relax… it’s just hard to forget about all the work I have to get done. I need to learn to clear my head, I think it’s the only way I’ll finally be able to unwind.”</strong> She said, thinking out loud really, before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. <strong>”But this certainly helps. Thank you hon.”</strong> She tells him sincerely. Just talking with him like this was helping her loosen up.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:15:22</strong>
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				<em> "Well if its a clear head you need, than a change of subject is in order. I am pretty certain you talk about work enough, so how about a different topic. Hmmm"</em> Pausing for a moment to tap his chin with the chopsticks. <em>"I know, tell me about your cute and awesome boyfriend? I haven't heard enough about him lately."</em> His grin wide as he gave her a wink. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The meal itself went quickly, probably due to the both of them being quite famished and Chinese being one of those foods that seems to disappear off the plate when no one was looking. Richard giving one final drink of his coke before eying Amber's empty dish.<em> "Now that was pretty good, though I think there is one thing that we still have to do before the meal is finished."</em> Moving to pluck the last of the white cartons from the brown bag, opening it up to reveal a small set of apparently handmade fortune cookies. <em>"You First"</em><br><br>The one she would pluck first was written in cursive, the flowing letters different from the normal printed paper look of most fortune cookies.<br><br><div align="center"><em>"You have a wonderful body, make sure to let your boyfriend admire it before you go home."</em></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:41:13</strong>
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				At his wink and his remark, she burst out laughing, then picked up a small piece of chicken with her chopsticks and flicked it at him. <strong>”Oh he’s a nobody, why would I talk about him?”</strong> She remarked, her voice clearly teasing and joking as she grinned. <strong>”He’s just some guy, who’s really kind and caring, and keeps me from starving or burning my kitchen down, or you know, burning my office down instead.”</strong> She adds, smiling warmly as she meant what she said this time.<br><br>She really was enjoying herself. The food was great, their conversation was fun and relaxing, and she had forgotten all about her work. Hearing Rich mention more, though, she looked confused, before seeing the fortune cookies in the carton he opened. They were all out of their plastic wrappers and looked just a little different. That didn’t stop her though. She reached out, taking one, and cracked it open, leaving the two halves on her plate as she held up the slip of paper. Normally there was a piece of advice, or a generic compliment. However, this time, it was written in beautiful cursive and seemed very specific.<br><br>Of course, for a moment she just stared down at it, surprised and a little disbelieving. She blushed for a moment, smiling softly, then she glanced up to him, raising an eyebrow. <strong>”Is this some sort of joke?”</strong> She asked, not yet showing him the fortune, curious to know if he had a hand in this. Surely this wasn’t the normal cookies. Had he made them himself, or bought them from another place? <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:03:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; <em>"Joke? did you get one of those joke ones?"</em> Richard tried his best to keep his composure, but the bemused twinkle in his eye pretty much gave it away. There was something about the look on her face that he couldn't help but grin about. This had most certainly gotten her mind off of work. <em>"EIther way, you shouldn't tell me what you got, that is bad luck you know."</em> Giving a small rustle of the Box as he plucked one out.&nbsp; Offering it back to her <em>"Wanna go for another one, or stick with just one fortune?"</em> His grin only wider now.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:13:39</strong>
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				She knew it wasn’t just a joke fortune cookie. She’d never seen one like this. And she knew him well enough to see that look in his eyes and know something was up. Smiling despite herself, she hid the first fortune, then reached out to take the second one he offered her. <strong>”I want to find a real fortune, not a joke.”</strong> She tells him, though really she was more curious to see what the other fortunes might say. She was always too curious for her own good. Still having not eaten the first cookie, she cracked open the second one and opened the new slip of paper, noticing it was the same cursive writing as the first even before she read it. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 07:21:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Be Positive, no matter what your Boyfriend asks you, Say Yes</em></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Richard grinned so wide his cheeks actually hurt a bit. Admittedly, he didn't know which two of the six she had gotten, but all of them were lurid enough for her to begin to see a pattern. Hopefully she would find this cute and/or flattering and the night would continue on its predicted course. <em>"I think I am gonna hold at one, but you don't have to just stop at two, want another?"</em> He held the box out, giving it a hopefully tantalizing shake. His own curiosity getting at him as he wondered if she was going to start acting on the lurid thoughts that the naughty cookies were bringing forth.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 19:09:24</strong>
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				She couldn’t help it, she laughed at the absurdity of the words. What if he asked her to jump off a bridge? The cookie seemed to be offering some very flawed, even dangerous advice. It was ridiculous, amusing and strange. But it was also kind of fun, the idea of playing along with these fortune cookies, doing something new with her boyfriend just because these cookies gave her permission to act scandalous. She smiled and shook her head, picking up one of the cookies she hadn’t eaten and crunching on it. After all she couldn’t just keep reading the fortunes and wasting the cookies. After eating the ones she’d opened she looked to the box, then smiled again. <strong>”Alright, one more.”</strong> She agrees, curious to see if they were really all like this, and what the next one might say.&nbsp; She reached into the box, taking out one more, and cracked it open, then held up the paper to read it. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 02:30:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Ask for Dessert</em></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Richard just grinned as she picked up yet another one. Either way things seemed to be going along fairly well. He saw the small tinge of a blush on her cheeks, wondering exactly what is going on in her head. Either way she was liking his special little treat, and she didn't seem to be too angry that he had indeed baked something, both good signs. His legs shifting as he felt his own arousal stir a bit. Well apparently she hadn't gotten the one about taking off her clothes yet, or maybe she had. He was so tempted to ask which ones she had indeed gotten, but was certain that she wouldn't tell him. He shifted a bit, moving to place the box down, Two more Cookies remaining as he munched on his own bit of cookie, watching her Intently.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 02:37:41</strong>
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				A direct command this time? Amber raised her eyebrows, smiling softly, curious now what this might mean. What was for dessert? Normally with Chinese food, these were it… but apparently he had something else planned. By now, she’d realized he must have made them. She thought maybe a store would sell specific types of fortune cookies, but the notes were handwritten. Having a cook as a boyfriend certainly made for an interesting experience. Though she didn’t realize how interesting just yet. <br><br><strong>”Hm, you know what, I’m in the mood for something sweet. Do you have any dessert?”</strong> She asks, smiling as she leaned forward just a bit, resting her elbow on the table. As she shifted position, the sight of her chest became available to him, her breasts peaking out of the top of her black bra. She wasn’t overly obvious about it, but she knew he would notice it of course. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 04:07:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;<em>&nbsp; "Dessert? Well I most certainly do have something planned, of course, before I serve it, you need to follow all your fortunes."</em> His eyes trailing down to catch the lovely view that was offered to him. Richard reminded in that moment that as much of a tease as he was, Amber was just as good at getting his libido going. He moved to get up, slowly beginning to clear the table, packing the white cartons back into the brown paper from whence they had come. "And I am gonna need your co-operation, its a little hard to prepare solo. Don't worry, no cooking involved." Tossing the bag into the trash, even as he disappeared into the bedroom.<em> "Just stay right there and I will be right back."</em> Shouting over his shoulder as he pulled out the pieces that would help complete her very special dessert.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 21:39:52</strong>
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				Follow all her fortunes… She raised an eyebrow at that and smiled softly, clearly as if to say she was already doing so. She didn’t think of stripping down right there in the middle of the kitchen, that would be too forward… but apparently he wanted more, since the second fortune wasn’t something she could do yet, and she had just asked for desert. Silently she watched him move around the kitchen, her curiosity growing stronger as he told her the dessert would require her cooperation. She immediately assumed it was for cooking- until he said it wasn’t. Well what did that leave left? She shook her head, baffled by what was going on, and watched him go into his… bedroom?<strong>”Alright…”</strong> She agreed, sighing as he left her alone. Amber hesitated, then smirked softly, reaching down and undoing the top button of her blouse, revealing the edges of her bra and even more of her chest. She also undid the bottom button, revealing her navel and a small flash of skin, before settling down to wait for his return. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 08:40:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Richard stood on the other side of the door for a few minutes, allowing himself a small breath as he calmed his nerves. So far Amber had been playing along quite well, but that didn't exactly mean that she was going to be ready or willing to go along with the next step.<em> (Man Up Man, you got a beautiful woman in there waiting for you, I suggest you go in there and give it your all.)</em> His own internal monologue finally snapping him out of it as he stepped forward, giving his most confident smile as his eyes swept over her, she had apparently gotten the fortune about showing off her body, that was something he could work with.&nbsp; Draped over one arm were four separate pairs of cuffs, the chains far longer than the normal cuffs that police carried, clasped in his fingers a blindfold.<em> "Now my dear, would you be so kind as to sit on the table and I can begin serving Dessert." <br></em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The Table itself was a old wooden one, more than easily able to support her weight, the night had certainly just taken a curious turn. Richard had never hinted at a interest in BDSM before, but he certainly seemed to be quite confident in what he was doing at the moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 17:52:14</strong>
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				Amber was alone for several moments. She ate what was left of her fortune cookies, and drank some water. Then she heard Richard’s footsteps and turned, gasping when she saw the cuffs draped over his arm, her eyes widening in surprise. Immediately, she found herself blushing, and her heart racing a little bit faster. Neither of them had ever mentioned BDSM before… but she’d always had a secret interest in it. Apparently so did he. Still, she felt suddenly nervous, especially as he told her to get on the table. She glanced to the wooden structure. She knew it was sturdy… but still.<br><br>But then she thought of that fortune. What was life without a few risks? Plus this wasn’t really a risk, she trusted Rich completely. He wouldn’t hurt her, not really. <strong>”O-ok.”</strong> She stammered out, nodding as she takes a deep breath and gets up, climbing onto the table and sitting there.&nbsp; She then began to wonder, once again, what exactly dessert was, and why it involved her on the table. She was utterly confused, but trusted her boyfriend, and watched him to see what would happen next as she fidgeted slightly. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 19:47:11</strong>
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				He smiled moving to place the cuffs to the side as he stepped forward. First, came the blindfold. The silky smooth fabric caressing the skin around her eyes as he tightened it, tying it off behind her head. <em>Alright sweetie, now I want you to relax and trust me okay, if this gets to much for you, just say so, alright? Now can you see anything?" </em> After making the necessary adjustments is hands slid down, caressing her sides for a few moments as he adjusted her position, making sure she was on the edge of the table. Those fingers then pulling away, moving to grab two of the the sets of cuffs, the metal clinking sound quite audible as he removed one shoe and then the other, tugging at the socks before stopping for just a moment to give her ankle a kiss.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The next sensation would be the cool metal going around one ankle, and then the other. It took only a movement of her foot for her to realize that her ankles were not being cuffed together, but instead to the posts of the table itself. The next sensation was his hands on her shoulders <em>"Now, I want you to lean back, slowly now. Don't Worry I am right here."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 21:58:29</strong>
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				Amber watched his movements, her eyes flicking to the cuffs repeatedly. There were four of them… and they were long… one for each limb? She hadn’t even known he had them. Had he gotten them today?<br><br>Clearly, her mind was filled with questions, so distracted she didn’t even notice the blindfold till he had lifted it to her face. It was thick, padded, soft. The brush of silk against her cheeks made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she got goosebumps on her arms. Darkness descended upon her, and her breath hitched slightly as he tied it in place, her pulse immediately quickening. However, his words were there, soothing her, and she nodded quietly, licking her lips as she relaxed a little. <strong>”Nothing.”</strong> She tells him, as he asked about what she could see, shaking her head. She felt his warm hands on her body and smiled softly. Somehow the lack of sight made sensation of touch so much stronger. Just his caresses made her skin tingle with excitement.<br><br>Then his hands left her, and she felt a little nervous again, shifting her weight as she heard the metal sounds. But then his hands returned, and she quieted once more, feeling him taking off her shoes, smiling as he kissed her ankle with his warm lips.&nbsp; Warmth that contrasted rather strongly with the metal that touched her soon after. She gasped softly as the cuff locked around her ankle, then bit her lip as the other followed suit. She tried to move her foot, and found she could not lift her leg from the table more than a few inches. Her legs were also spread considerably now. Amber blushed, taking in a deep breath, and relaxed as his hands touched her, nodding as she did as she was told. She never would have trusted anybody else with something like this, except maybe her family and closest friends. This was like those silly trust falls, but multiplied a few times over. Taking another deep breath, she laid back on the table, her senses highly alert for the next sound or touch. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 08:24:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; He was careful as he helper her lay back, his firm, if rough hands adjusting her for a few moments, making sure her head hung over the table edge.<em> "I know it is not the most comfortable position my dear, but quite necessary for the dessert I am going to be serving.."</em> His next move was to take her left hand, giving the palm a gentle kiss, same as the one to her ankles, then the same caress of cold steel as her left hand and then her right were secured to the other table legs. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; With the prep work done, and Amber apparently quite willing, Richard stood back for a few moments to survey his handiwork. His lovely girlfriend was cuffed to the table, spread out in a pose so lewd and unlike her that he felt himself already getting hard in anticipation of what was going to be coming next. Still, there were a few things to take care of before he could begin in earnest. His hands going to her blouse, slowly but surely unbuttoning it, taking in the lovely sight of each new bit of flesh exposed. It was not that Richard had not ever seen his girlfriend naked before, but they had always been shadowy glances in the half light, here, he could enjoy every bit of her helpless form.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her Bra soon joined her blouse, unbuttoned, exposing her breasts to the light of the room. <em>"There, I think that is a perfect look for what I we are going to do."</em> His thumbs pressing against the nipple of her breasts for a few moments before pulling back as he went to the kitchen, beginning to pull out what he needed for the next step.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 03:17:57</strong>
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				When she realized her head was going to be hanging over the edge of the table, she froze, and was about to wriggle down some so it rested on the table… but his hands stopped her. She felt confused, but after a moment nodded and let her head lean back. It really wasn’t too comfortable, but again she trusted him and biting her lip tried to relax. She felt his hand take hers, then kiss her palm. The skin tingled, then she felt her heart skip a beat as her wrists were shackled too. Like her legs, she was only given a few inches to move them. It made her heart race, fear, excitement, both, she wasn’t even fully sure.<br><br>Actually, she knew she was excited. She felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and it thrilled her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would use her, and she longed to feel him against her, to feel his touch. Whenever he moved away, she felt so lost, no sight to ground her. But his touch didn’t stay away long.&nbsp; She soon felt his hands at her chest, slowly undoing each of the buttons she hadn’t herself already dealt with. She shivered slightly, feeling the air brushing her chest. It was a useful fact that she’d worn a front clasping bra today. She felt him remove that moments later, and her nipples immediately perked up a little as the air gave her goosebumps.<br><br><strong>”Er… what are we going to do?”</strong> She finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Feeling his thumbs brushing her nipples she bites her lips, wishing once again that he would do more, her nipples getting a little harder after his touch. But then he left her, and she just listened, waiting quietly, as he moved away to get some things. She still wasn’t even sure what, and the curiosity was driving her nuts.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 08:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em> "I thought you figured it out, we are going to have dessert, just like you asked."</em> Moving to place the last of the items he needed on the counter. Two cans of pressurized whip cream joining a small container of cherries, chocolate and caramel syrup and just for a extra kick, some marshmallows. With that done he turned back to the lovely woman currently bound in front of him, her hair hanging down, head held up ever so slightly. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Richard slowly disrobed at that sight, his own length, now hardened in his arousal, popping free of his boxers, one hand going to stroke his length even as the other reached for the chocolate. Richard was of average length, around seven inches, nothing to impressive, but not close to embarrassing himself. Well, correction, if he was going to embarrass himself, it would not be because of the size of his length tonight.&nbsp; It would more than likely be the fact that he planned to cover it in chocolate syrup, and press it into his girlfriends mouth and call it dessert.&nbsp; Still, with so much of his plan going relatively well, he could not exactly stop there.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took a few moments to decide exactly how to apply the chocolate, settling on drizzling it slowly over the top of his cock before using one hand to smear it slowly over the entirety of his length, stepping up to Amber with a grin. His left hand gently caressing her cheek, before trailing down to grip her hair, guiding the tip of his length to those lovely lips. <em>"Hope you like it."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:59:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard things being set down after he spoke, and wished she could see, even turning her head this way and that just to test the blindfold and see if she could get a small peak. Of course she knew it wouldn’t work, but she was like a child at Christmas with a wrapped gift, she wanted to try anyways. Eventually, though, she gave up with a sigh and laid still once more, the back of her head resting against the side of the table. <br><br>She thought she heard the movement of cloth, maybe a zipper, but she wasn’t certain. She felt so curious, and excited to find out. Then she heard more things, movement, and that squirt of a ketchup or chocolate sauce bottle. Then as much as she heard it, she felt him step closer. Her heart skipped a beat as he touched her, and she smiled softly as he stroked her cheek, her head turning slightly to keep the contact a second longer before his hand moved to her hair. His fingers slid through the locks, then she felt him take hold, gasping when his warm flesh finally touched her lips.<br><br>Or at first, really what hit her was the taste of chocolate. She made a sound almost like a purr and licked her lips, where the chocolate had smeared, then licked the source. For a split second she thought he’d just held out a finger covered in chocolate…&nbsp; but then she swirled her tongue around the tip and realized it was too thick for a finger, and felt different. Another lick, and she blushed, realizing it was his cock... covered in chocolate. Amber licked her lips again, thinking about it, then smiled softly, before continuing to lick up the chocolate, her tongue flicking up and down his length rather eagerly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 20:30:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; He could not help but give a grunt as she gave the first curious lick, Richard found himself holding his breath for a second until he saw that upside down smile. His length throbbing as he pressed forward, sliding into her mouth even as he revealed the other part of his plan. His other hand giving a can of cool whip a shake before turning it upside down, dispensing the fridge cooled topping onto each of his loves nipples, before leaning down to slowly lick it off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 00:58:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber heard him grunt, and smiled a little more, flicking her tongue again over the tip of his cock, enjoying the chocolaty taste that lingered on his skin. She had licked off all the sauce she could reach, but then he slid past her lips, filling her mouth, and she moaned softly as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked, slurping up the chocolate she’d missed while pleasuring him. As she did, she heard a can being shaken, then heard and felt the cool whip being sprayed, her body shivering as it covered her nipples. Soon, a muffled moan came from her filled lips as he began to lick up his desert, her own enjoyment washing over her at his attention. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 18:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;His tongue flicking over the hardened nub of her nipple, warming it up after the application of the chilled cool whip, switching his attention back and forth as he enjoyed both the taste of the treat, and his girlfriends lovely breasts. His hands sliding up, squeezing her breasts as he continued to slowly grind against her mouth. Eyes closing as he enjoyed her attention. It was only a few moments later that he would pull back, looking down at his length to see that she had cleared it all off. <em>"One second dear, I need to get you some more dessert."</em> His length throbbing as he turned back to tap his chin, another flavor this time, maybe caramel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 02:13:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her nipples had hardened from the cold dessert, a wonderful contrast to his warm tongue as he started to lick her skin. Her back arched, her body trembled, and she soon moaned again with enjoyment, sensation singing through her. This was perhaps the hottest thing they’d ever done together, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. <br><br>When he pulled away, Amber blinked in surprise, confused, wondering what was going on. But then he mentioned more, and she smiled. <strong>”Mmm, ok.”</strong> She settled down, waiting for him to come back, licking her lips of some chocolate that had smeared there. It really was quite delicious. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 17:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; He gave great thought as to what flavor to next apply. Caramel seemed, just to obvious for the moment, and he didn't want to double up on chocolate just yet. That didn't leave much of a choice. Of course, he seemed to remember something about her saying she liked strawberry. Fingers wrapping around the bottle as he began to apply it to his rock hard length. Admittedly, he had been tempted to just let her continue, but drawing it out would lead to a lot more fun, for him as well as his lovely girlfriend.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Even as he turned around he stopped for a moment, admiring her body splayed out on the table like that, clothes a dishelved wreck from his earlier attentions. Still, the smile on her face was just beautiful, even upside down, she was loving this and that made him all the more eager to continue. "Open up sweetie, I think your going to like this one." He murmured softly, bringing his cock to her lips, letting her lips wrap around his length before his hands went back to playing with her lovely breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 04:30:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber laid there as he got out a new flavor. It was complete darkness under the blindfold, but she could still feel and hear. She soon heard the sound of a bottle squirting out more syrup and smiled softly, wondering what flavors he had with him. She couldn’t think of many. Carmel, chocolate… peanut butter? That might be interesting. A reeses cock… she almost laughed at the random thought, blushing as well. She wasn’t normally so crude… even in her mind. But it was kind of fun, letting her mind try to think up new possibilities. Cake frosting maybe? Hm…<br><br>She tried to think up some more, but right then she heard his voice again, interrupting her wandering thoughts. She nodded a little, then opened her mouth once more,&nbsp; humming with approval as her lips soon wrapped around his cock and her tongue tasted a burst of flavor. Strawberries! She ran her tongue around the head, licking it off, then sucked the flavor down, her tongue flicking up the side of his&nbsp; length now. This really was a good idea of his, she had to say. She enjoyed the dessert, as well as his touch… and she was sure he loved what she was doing while getting her dessert off his length. It was very much a win win. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGerbilyOne</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 06:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; He tried his best but was unable to hold back the low groan that was pulled from his lips by her lovely mouth. His own head tilting back as her tongue again danced along his length. Hands returned to her breasts, palms gently rubbing over those hardened nipples. He did his best to hold back his own orgasm as she quite thoroughly cleaned his length. Ever so reluctantly he pulled his cock from her mouth. "Mhhh, any requests for the next flavor my dear?" A hand caressing her cheek gently as he grinned a bit, only then pulling back to pick up the ballgag from its own hidden spot, quite intent on changing up the paradigm with this next one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Just a Little Taste Test</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 05:53:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber could almost sense that he didn’t want to stop. Each time, he slipped out of her as if trying to linger just a little bit longer. But all the strawberry syrup was gone, and it was time to add another flavor, though she would admit by now she was aroused enough to just be wondering when they would relocate to the bedroom. <strong>”Mmm… chocolate never gets old.”</strong> Se admits as he asked about the next flavor. <strong>”Though caramel’s also good.”</strong> She adds with a soft smile, feeling his hand once again brush her cheek affectionately. She wondered how many more times he might plan to do this, and how many flavors he even had at his disposal. <br><br>
			</dd>
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