Briefly I will let my legs part, and his tongue will dart out and lick me while I continue my chores as though he weren't even there.Briefly I will let my legs part, and his tongue will dart out and lick me while I continue my chores as though he weren't even there. I keep moving about, not giving him or me too much. Slowly, as if not noticed, I let him have more: now two licks, increasing to three, four, his nose burrowed into my privates as I allow him to get at me for longer and longer peri- ods. Suddenly he tires of the game and stops following, just as I have finished cleaning all the downstairs rooms. Except for the kitchen. I always save the kitchen for last. Quickly I call him as I go into the kitchen, and when he's in I close the door so he can't get out. Now I speed up. I don't want him to lose interest. I get down a bowl and a box of Betty Crocker chocolate cake, my husband's favorite. I mix up the batter quickly, and put half the mixture into a cake tin so we'll have at least a one-layer cake for dessert that night. The other half I smear across my breasts, and as I bend down to put the cake in the oven I let the dog lick the batter from my breasts. With my finger I scrape up batter and keep spreading it on my nipples so that he lingers on them, lapping at them until they ache, until I ache. Now I go to the refrigerator, take out the butter for the icing, and from the cupboard I take down the sugar and a small bottle of Bovril. I sit on the kitchen chair to blend the sugar and butter, right beside the kitchen table with the bowl in my lap. I smear my cunt inside and out with the Bovril, and as I stir the sugar and butter, the dog nestles between my legs and licks me. |