The other night T called and woke me up as he returned from rehearsal. He hadn't yet eaten dinner and told me I was to prepare him something filling and have it awaiting him on my body when he arrived, cutlery provided. (Doubtless this was inspired by Marquis' beautiful sushi art on his own thread.) I tried to bypass the cutlery--crucial element being "cut," which I rather wanted to avoid at all costs--by making a sandwich and slicing it into little bite-sized pieces, which I arranged up my legs and hips. I also placed slices of strawberry on my tummy and breasts and finally clenched a napkin between my teeth. All very symmetric and tidy.
He found me, laughed, applauded---and went to get a knife himself. Moral of the story: pick the butter knife, for it shall not be picked for you.
This verbal illustration (and bookmark) has been brought to you by Quint. Keep the pictures coming, B!
I don't have my pm notice turned on anymore. :/ I blame the new forum software, of course.
To Quint:
I _will_ keep them coming, but this one is it for me tonight. I expended all my energy in a vanilla-porn thread on the GB. Thanks for PM'ing me this photo by the way. It makes a great addition to this thread...and, of course, gives renewed meaning to the term, "sub sandwich."
478. Actually, I'll post one more on this theme since I'm in the 'eats' folder on my harddrive. This one is cool, because the lady's stiff expression seems to suggest that she fully expects to be eaten...and not in the good way!