There I stood with a tasty apple pie in my hands as my eyes once again slipped from Betty's eyes, down past her magnificent cleavage to below her waist where she had tugged her skirt up giving me an unfettered view between her opening legs. I stared at white fabric noticing the indentation where the panties clung tightly to her pussy lips. The slight crevass...
I hear the door open and close again. I call out "Darling, I made your favourite – Key Lime Pie." "Hey, thanks." I hear him say, as he empties his pockets on the hall table. "I'm in the bedroom." I hear his footsteps coming down the hallway. He enters the bedroom and does a double-take, while I grin broadly at him. I am lying naked on a clean white shee...
copyright 2003 Clemstra "I'm an apple pie," she said to us. "You don't look like an apple pie," I point out. "Well I am, I'm just packaged to look like a woman." I look at the others in the kitchen. "Packaging now a days is remarkable," says another. "Okay, well should you go in the oven to bake then," I ask? "Sure, just remove some of the outer packa...
'Trudy, get your pretty clothes off and go downstairs to the bakery immediately.' Pie Mistress screams. I was the new Saturday sales girl at our local shop and this was my first day. I knew I'd done wrong and had to obey her every command. My friend, Trish, warned me that the manageress took an unorthodox method of control and it looked as if I was going to...
It was just nearing the end of summer and the hot monotony of the days were simply oppressive. Day after of day of dragging into work, trekking across the parking lot as I dripped with sweat had beaten me down. Sure the mornings weren't as hot as the afternoons, but the still air was so damp it was like swimming through pie filling. Finally reaching the ent...
I turn up at your house in the early afternoon. It's a warm day and I am wearing a couple of t-shirts, a pair of combat trousers and boots. You smile at me, and I can't help blushing slightly. You usher me in. You offer me tea and I accept a glass of water. We sit in your kitchen. We don't make too much small talk. We each know why I am here, and we are onl...
A few months ago, I was sitting around my friend Gina's apartment. She had a couple of friends over. The four of us girls were all in the living room, while the three guys (a husband, a boyfriend and a just a friend) were in the kitchen. Somehow we got on our favorite movies, and I immediately went to The Great Race. Tony Curtis is such a babe. Jack Lemmon a...
For as long as I can remember, I've loved to cook. It started when I was very young and I'd help my mother in the kitchen. Eventually I began baking on my own and slowly moved to preparing entire meals. But I'd always loved baking desserts the most. People seemed to enjoy those much more than anything else I made. After several years, I started playing with...
So every once in a while I wind up with a boyfriend; I'm not perpetually single. And we usually hit it off for a while and then either my craziness or his personality problems break us apart. So I was seeing Glenn. Tall, dark, handsome, and with a wicked streak that appealed to me at the time. (OK, most times!) Glenn did sound for the studios, so he was int...
She was from the hollows of West Virginia, the land of mountains, briars and coal mines. She was married at the age of 18 because of barbed wire and blackberries. Her girl friend got married also, she was 19 and ripe. They were both ripe for the picking as their future husbands drove around the curve in a rusty pick-up on a dusty country road on a hot July...