
I chopped the vegetables slowly and rhythmically for tonight’s stew. It has been so long since I had a chance to cook at home. Suddenly the door rings. I’m not expecting anyone and definitely I’m not on call.
It’s my neighbor, who I rarely see or talk to but somehow knows what I do for a living.
Without sounding impolite I tell him that I’m busy and now is not a good time for a visit.
He insists in coming in and tells me that he is very stressed and needs to talk to someone. Again, I tell him this is not a good time or a good idea as I don’t treat my neighbors. He begs me and assures me I will not be sorry.
Reluctantly I let him in. I walk into the kitchen, ask him to sit at the counter and proceed to continue with my stew. I serve him some wine and turn around to tend my dish.
I ask him to tell me what’s going on. All of a sudden, he comes up behind me, starts kissing my neck and behind my ear as I stir and season the meat. I am so surprised that I can hardly say anything. As he is licking me, he quickly pulls my panties down.
I secretly want to be lifted up into the counter and fucked until the cooking timer goes off. I want to be covered in chocolate syrup. I want him to lick me all over! He must have read my mind because he did lift me into the counter and spread my legs. When I saw his big dick, I lost track of time, forgot about the stew and we ended ordering pizza.
They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and for that reason, there’s nothing quite like sex in the kitchen. If you have a similar fantasy, call me! Did I tell you about the guy at the condiment bar? Definitely call me.
Therapist Estrella
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