Scarlet Magazine

By Andrew J. Baran

Sticky Sweet

Posted on | November 20, 2009 | No Comments

Drip. Drip. I’ve never liked the honeybear so much as when it’s being squeezed, drizzling sweet nectar over my breasts.

Drip. Drip. I’ve never liked the honeybear so much as when it’s being squeezed, drizzling sweet nectar over my stomach. In patterns down my legs. In lines down to my toes.

I run a finger over my chest, scooping a portion of sticky sweet into my mouth like a birthday girl stealing a swirl of frosting off her cake. Mmmm. Sticky sweet.

Dr. Feelgood isn’t finished. Next…hot fudge. He drizzles abstract art designs on my torso. My nipples stand in attention to the hot fudgy goodness streaked with cool honey…from my collarbone to my anklebones.

Dr. Feelgood isn’t finished. Next…whipped cream. A red can of cream sprays perfectly round flowerets onto my nipples. He draws a line in the valley between my breasts slowly, slowly down to my navel… slowly, slowly down to my clit. The cool whipped topping makes my stomach tighten and my clit and lips…ohh…they contract from the chill.

Dr. Feelgood isn’t finished. He dangles a maraschino cherry above my mouth as the final garnish to his human sundae. I outstretch my tongue playing with the cherry, teasing it, sucking it and finally biting it off.

The chill of the whipped cream is gone. It’s replaced by the warmth of his hot tongue which has licked the cream flowerets from my nipples and is following the sugery path to my clit.

Normally when you tell a guy to ‘eat me’ there’s only one place on his mind. Tonight every inch of my body is being licked, sucked, and tasted…over and over again. Dr. Feelgood loves sticky sweet. My body does too. It just added it’s own cream to the sundae mix.

~J

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