Chapter 1 - Dessert

I stretched back in my chair and let my shirt un-tuck itself from my jeans. My belt was already completely undone and my button was on its way out the door behind the zipper. I heard the freezer door close and the clinking of silverware on dishes. “I hope you’re ready for some dessert!” His voice calling to me sounded so smooth, like liquor on ice. I let out a belch and tried to adjust my tummy without making the binds around my wrists uncomfortable. “I hope you walk out here with a cherry on your head, because I think you’re all I can fit in me now.” His laugh warmed me up, liquor on ice. “Oh baby, it’s not so much.” I looked at the empty plates on the table in front of me. The candles had burnt down to their holders, the wine bottles had barely enough droplets in them to get an ant tipsy, and the sunset had turned the sky from a dusty blue to a shiny black.

He came into the doorway holding something in both of his hands. In his right hand, he held a large pan with brownies, still steaming from the oven. In the other hand, he held a gallon of my favorite vanilla ice cream with a large metal spoon stuck into it. “Now,” He walked toward me and put the brownies and ice cream on the table. “let’s see how much more we can stuff into this thing.” He rubbed my tummy in big, slow circles, pressing deep every few rotations. I belched and opened my mouth for the first bites. The brownies went down surprisingly smoothly with the ice cream at first. The variation in hot and cold temperatures made my stomach feel good. By the time the pan was half way done though, I could barely breathe and keep my eyes open at the same time. My button flew across the room with a soft “pop” sound, relieving some of the pressure in my belly.

I felt the binds around my wrists loosen, and a cool hand move across my swollen midsection. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. “I knew you could finish it.” He smiled, moving his lips closer to mine. I tried to say “I sure didn’t!” But all that came out of my mouth was a loud belch. He laughed and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. He laid me onto the bed and rubbed my belly until I couldn’t stand such a simple sensation anymore. We moved our bodies close and our tummies touched. The pressure of his belly against mine gave me chills. The softness of his breath on my skin made me feel hot. I went between chilly and hot for the next three hours while we rocked ourselves into a state of ecstasy...and then, I was hungry all over again.

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