Yank's Free Range Turkey Trot Warming House and Bondage Barn

And a hearty second to that!
I'll take a fluffernutter, please.
No hair.
Am I doing this right? :p

Yes, you're doing it right, though I'm not sure why you felt compelled to add the "no hair" constraint. Isn't that standard preference for all your food? ;)
 
Holy.... :eek:

I think...no, no, I know...I'm scarred.

And I was grossed out by the stuff being adjacent to bread! *shudder*

:p

I am getting claustrophobic imagining what she went through, so I have come up with an alternative that I find far more appealing.

1. Dip one tit in peanut butter, then in mallow.

2. Reverse for other tit.

3. Have partner do taste test comparison.

:devil::cool:
 
I am getting claustrophobic imagining what she went through, so I have come up with an alternative that I find far more appealing.

1. Dip one tit in peanut butter, then in mallow.

2. Reverse for other tit.

3. Have partner do taste test comparison.

:devil::cool:

I foresee this making it into MWY's - and possibly Emerson's - repertoire. :D
 
Shhh! Let me pretend that I am naughty and clever and forward-thinking!

Oh, you are, indeed, and sensuously so. Bear in mind that I have a bit of sadist in me so my preference is to take advantage of the fact that in combination peanut butter and Fluff make a good light adhesive. Just right for doing a little food-based bondage of sensitive lady parts. :devil:
 
While we're on the subject, THIS is just WRONG!!!


I would try all those, at least once.

Some of the best sammie experiences come around through experimenting, and trying things a little outside the box.

One of my faves is one I tried out on a whim, and loved it.

Peanut butter and bacon.

Cut two, thick slices of fresh rustic / artisan/ seedy / or whole wheat bread, and toast to desired toastyness.

While still warm, slather on a thick coating of favourite peanut butter. I prefer crunchy, but smooth works too.

Into this bed of buttery nuttiness, place 3 or 4 rashers of cooked (on the crispier side), thick-cut, smokey, dry-cured bacon.

Lid with the other slice of toasted bread and enjoy.

Almost everyone - the exceptions being those who don't like peanut butter or, bless their unfortunate souls, bacon - I have told about this has crinkled their nose and thought they would not enjoy, then were deliciously converted once I made one for them.

And because one should not stop dreaming of stars when looking at the beautiful daytime sky, I started wondering just how I could make this simple, mouth-watering sammie even better.

My wife thought this madness. If the sculptor did not recognize when to set down the chisel and mallet, she warned, David would be a much shorter chunk of Roman stone.
Can you tell she's a fan of this scrumptious sandwich?

But recently, using some of this year's bounty, I surreptitiously slathered some chunky fig preserves on the second piece of toast before capping the sandwich, and served it to my wife.

Sex in her mouth, she said, figuratively.




The chef wholeheartedly accepted, literally.

:)
 
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