anniversarydinner

	You know, this is at least partially your fault, babe.

	Oh?

	It’s my fault?

	Listen, honey - just because I cooked you a huge, delicious dinner, with duck in cherry sauce, maple roasted brussel sprouts, roasted potatoes cooked in duck fat, spinach with mushrooms & garlic, plus the homemade sourdough bread… well, I’d be insulted if you hadn’t eaten it, that’s true.

	But you didn’t have to have a third helping.

	Of course, I’m not complaining too hard - I worked so hard on all of that, since it was our anniversary dinner, & one of the things I love about you is the way you’re willing to just… pursue everything in life with both hands.

	Hedonism can be attractive, in its own right.

	But oh, look at you, all sprawled out in the comfy chair like that, your pants unbuttoned, your shirt unbuttoned.

	Look at that poor, full belly - overstuffed belly. Let me rub it. Let me press my hands against it, feel it shift a little under my hands, feel how warm it is, & the way you shift under me as I do it….

	You’re groaning the same way you do when I’m sucking your cock, honestly.

	It’s pretty fucking hot.

	Oh yeah… I brought you some dessert.

	Are you sure you don’t have any room for it? You know how hard I worked on this apple  pie - you know how much I absolutely HATE making pie crust, but it is your favorite… I even put cheddar cheese in the crust.

	Ha - I can see you perking up at that.

	Would it sweeten the deal if I fed it to you myself, with my fingers?

	I thought so.

	God, you’re so warm, as I straddle your lap, my knees pressing into your sides.

	I’ll take a nice big piece… mmm, I love how it feels when you suck my fingers. And you’re groaning - your poor full belly.

	I want to rub it again, can I do that? I’ll rub your tummy & feed you more pie, feed your tummy getting fuller, as you whine against me….

	You’re moaning… mmm, look at the way you’re squirming, I love it.

	… the way you’re sucking my fingers is kinda turning me on, I won’t lie.

	How about… how about, I’ll suck you off & rub your belly?

	I’m sorry, I’m being kinda weird. You just… you look so cute. I love knowing that you ate all that food I cooked for you. That i cooked for you because I love you, because I like showing you how much I love you, & I like… seeing how happy it makes you.

	Yes, good boy, suck that sweet cinnamon-apple juice off of my fingers - can you taste the hint of nutmeg & allspice? Yeah, I was worried I got the balance of spices wrong, but judging by the way you’re moaning around my fingers, I think you’d like it.

	You’re moaning harder now - you like when I talk to you like that, baby?

	No, I think you like the belly rub - you like how it feels when I stroke the tight skin of your tummy, the way you’re so soft under my hands.

	That’s all the pie I brought you, baby. I can get you some more, if you’d like - this is only one slice, after all. I’ve got the rest of the pie back at the table.

	Oh, no, from the way you’re grabbing my hips… you most definitely don’t want me to get up, huh?

	I’m… getting on my knees now, babe. Good thing you unbuttoned your pants, huh?

	It’s cute, how your belly is hanging over the waistband of your boxers - I’m pushing it down now, &... mmm….

	[wet noises]

	You like that? You like when I kiss the head of your cock?

	Mmm, you’re already dripping pre-cum… you ever notice how being full - really full, stuffed full - is almost sexual in its pleasure?

	The near sexual pleasure of a full stomach.

	Although I guess it isn’t just “near” sexual for you, huh?

	[more wet noises - cock sucking noises, moaning]

	God, the skin on your belly jumps when I suck on your cock… when I swirl my tongue….

	[more moaning, more wet noises. Prolonged blow job noises & moaning]

	Baby, you’re… mmm… I love how much you’re struggling to move right now. It’s like I’ve tied you down, but… but you’re almost trapped by your full tummy. You’re so full, you don’t want to move, do you?

	Just… kept sitting there, honey. Let me take care of you.

	[more blowjob noises, getting faster, more moaning]

	You’re so hard in my mouth, you’re so hot… I can feel you swelling up. I’m just going to keep jerking you off, keep sucking you… while I rub your poor belly with my other hand.

	Your hands are on your belly too, I can feel you rubbing it. Isn’t that nice? Isn’t it nice, feeling all of that nice food inside of you? Knowing that I love you so much, that I cooked all that for you?

	Mmm… baby, you’re so close. I can feel your cock trembling.

	How about… how about I jerk you off, &... oh, this is embarrassing. And then, I… I rub the cum into your tummy.

	Yeah, I know, I think I’m, uh… realizing a kink. Is that okay?

	Thank you.

	[wet hand job noises, moaning, various “good boys” & variations on that theme]

	You’re getting so thick, I can feel it… mm… I want you to cum, do it, please, I can… oh god, baby, yes, cum for me, cum for, look at… fuck!

	[wet, sticky noises]

	You like how it feels, me rubbing your cum into the skin of your stomach? It’s so sticky, & you’re still panting & red faced.

	You look like you’re gonna pass out, honey. I guess all that food, & then an orgasm….

	Oh, you wanna make me cum?

	I appreciate it, darling, but you don’t really look like you’re good for anything but a nice, long nap right now.

	[chuckle]

	Don’t worry about it, okay? You can do the dishes in the morning.

	Yeah, I love you too.

	[smooch noise]

	You can make me cum later too, when you feel like moving again. I promise.

	In the meantime... enjoy your nap.