Recipe :: Wank Wednesday

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This weeks prompt is #Recipe

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Recipe

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“So, what’s your recipe for love then?”

Asked Rob.  Janice blinked, not quite sure if she had heard him right.  When she’d agreed to the date it was because she thought he would never come out with such a corny line.  Maybe she’d been wrong, her powers of perception muddled by the filthy prose he had sent her day after day.  She eyed him up and down, assessing him buying time by pretending to consider her answer.  Nope, she wasn’t any the wiser, better give an answer that would flush him out further.

“Oh I think it should start with sugar and spice and all things nice don’t you?”

Rob turned his chair closer towards her and chuckled;

 “It’s a good start, are we following up with frogs and snails and puppy dog tails or would you prefer something with more bite?”

On the last word he pinched her, hard, just behind her knee.   Startled Janice could only mouth an “ow” before Rob was talking again.

 “I’m sorry, for the cheesy line and the pinch, well not so much the pinch.  I just couldn’t resist.  You always seem so composed when we’ve talked before I just wanted to tease you a bit.”

“Job done, I did wonder if I wasn’t on completely the wrong date when you came out with that line.  And you can buy me some arnica for that bruise you’ve just made.”

His hand had caressed around to her knee now and his fingers were playing with the hem of her skirt.  A tickling touch and then his finger and thumb poised again on the fragile skin of her inner thigh.  Pressing but not yet pinching.

 “I’ll gladly buy up a shop full of arnica if I can make more bruises.”

His pressure increased, Janice swallowed, attempted a mental inventory of pros and cons but never got further than the dry mouthed, wet cunted “yes” that she whispered.

 “Good, you see, you were right, sugar and spice, it is a great place to start”

Rob kissed her and pinched.

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