Spanking A - Z Challenge: {E}ating...

Okay here's the scoop, I've joined the Spanking Challenge A-Z. The idea is to start with A and make your way through the alphabet, a letter a day. So this is how it will work. I will post a new letter each day...except on Saturdays which is already full with two other weekly posts. By the end of the month, I should reach Z...so why not join me and root me on?  

A word of warning however...although it's not necessarily supposed to be sexually themed challenge - just an effort to get me blogging more frequently, Livvy may have other ideas.  We all know that rascally muse of mine won't let me get away with posting something mundane or platonic, so don't be surprised if most, if not all my posts have a sexual vibe to them. 

With that being said....lets welcome letter E! 

First of all let me say, I'm sorry about the delay in posting today's blog. I got caught up in edits late into the night, woke up this morning and said...shit...the post.  But I figure it's better a little late than never.   

Any how, today's topic for the letter E is eating.  And of course, Livvy wouldn't let me do a mundane thing such as food unless I promised that I could make it sexy. Then I of course had to remind her of a certain foodie romance I wrote earlier last year.  There's just somethig sensual about food and the naughty things we can do with it.  Don't believe me? Ask the hero of my mm foodie romance, His Just Desserts.  Sean found out first hand when Isaiah tied his ass to his dining room table and made a dessert out of his body...with the help of Banana's Fosters.  :)

Snippet: 

“Shhh, we’re not done yet.” Using his forearms to press down on Sean’s thighs, Isaiah pinned him to the table. 

Not done yet. He wouldn’t survive. Not only were his nips cold from the ice cream, so were his dick and balls. He was ready to explode right on the spot. What more could Isaiah come up with to drive him crazy? 

“What Bananas Foster would be complete without the sauce?” His chef stuck his finger inside of one of the bowls. Dragging it out, he painted Sean’s lips with it. Warm but not hot, it was just as great as he remembered. 

“Son of a—” Sean groaned when Isaiah lifted a spoon and drizzled more sauce and a few pieces of banana on top of the ice cream. The heat contrasted with the cold ice cream balls scattered across his skin. 

“Shhh, you’re doing good. Just relax. I’ll be done shortly, and then I can eat.” 

His cock bobbed at the promise in the deep throaty tone. He hissed when it bumped into the slowly melting ice cream on his abs. The cold sensation rocketed through him. 

“Oh my fucking God.” He jerked on the ties. The warm syrup and pieces of banana were sliding closer to where his dick leaked. He would lose it if Isaiah coated his cock. He would blow his load right then and there. “I’m going to come.” 

“Not, yet, Counselor. You will wait.” Isaiah avoided his sex and moved down to his balls. He spread the warm liquid over the bare skin of Sean’s scrotum. 

He panted, curling his fingers around the ties holding him. 

“Almost done,” Isaiah growled. “All we have left is to decorate the banana.” 

“No….” His eyes rolled back in his head. Sensation like none he’d ever experienced raced up his spine when the droplets of sauce hit his shaft. He refocused in time to see Isaiah reach for the basting brush. He painted the head of Sean’s cock with the warm gooey mixture. His nuts drew up tight, rivulets of ice cream dripping from them. He dangled on the edge. The dueling sensations consumed him. Hot, cold, and everything in between had him ready to spurt. Oh God, he needed to come. 

“You look delicious, and I’m a very hungry man.” Isaiah set aside the brush, his eyes devouring Sean. He arched when a pair of masculine lips wrapped around one of the little ice cream sundaes on his chest. Once the cold was gone, he moaned under the hot lash of Isaiah’s tongue. He pleaded, begged him to let him come, but the man just hummed, his lips tracing the route he’d taken before, lapping up the syrup while nibbling at the soft bananas and ice cream. By the time Isaiah reached his navel, Sean barely recognized the sounds spilling from his lips. Every nerve in his body was on fire with lust. 

“Son of bitch, you taste good, Counselor.” Pausing inches from his groin, Isaiah looked up at him. “By the time I finish my pièce de résistance, you’ll be ready.” 

“Ready? Oh, my fucking God, if I were any harder, I’d have come at the first touch of your lips.” He tipped his head back in frustration. “You goddamned tease. Finish this!” He jerked hard on the ties. If he could get free, he’d tackle the teasing prick to the ground and ride him. Fuck Isaiah until his lover filled him full. God, he needed it.

Now that I've made you hungry for the day....be sure to stop at the rest of the blogs. They are listed below. 







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©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.