I never get invited to dinners like this one. Damn.

You’ve proved the long-standing theory I’ve had, by the way: that the naughty fork and spoon didn’t stop their illicit affair after the cow jumped over the moon.

I think it needs a bit more sex…Not sure exactly what’s missing, though… I just think it needs more words with naughty connotations than just very detailed description. Very enjoyable though. :D

I like the lyrical aspects, such as disappear like wisps of a forgotten dream

wide-legged, spread, smooth circular, laid tenderly near its partner, straightened, solid, amply cushioned, closer than she ever, full to capacity, thrust, stiff, thrust more and more, tight space, leaned far forward and wiggled, in the perfect spot, felt right, back and forth, back and forth, steaming hot, couldn’t hold……

What more could I have said?!?! Moaning perhaps!?! O? LOL ! You have to read it in a seductive voice, not a bored one. I tried to read it bored…..I get what Fyora says.

It might just be that when I set the table, I concentrate on placement of things, and things have to go exactly right. {Fork on the left, spoon & knife on the right, and I never know in what order…And I don’t understand WHY the fork is on the left.}
Things like sex just go as they go though, unlike setting the table. I think that difference just bothers me…

Love it !