Valentines Day – a day for lovers and gluttony. Although he was not my lover, at least not of the flesh, he was so much more. We shared a much more intimate relationship. Something that connected us on a much deeper level. There was absolutely no way I would ever trust a lover with my soul the way I trusted Rick. He was my teacher, mentor, and I couldn’t think of a better person to share this day with. We had discussed this victim before hand, had everything prepared and ready. When she rang the doorbell it all fell into place so naturally. And when it was over, we ate like a king and queen.
I had met with a few possibilities. Went to many floral shops the week prior. Looking for the right delivery girl. Luckily when I did find her, Rick approved. She was healthy, good muscle tone, and took good care of her skin. She was developed in all the right places. And cumming out of the winter, she had a nice layer of fat still attached to her muscle tone. I placed my order & we waited for the main course to knock.
Greeted with a smile and a dozen red roses, I was excited. She had such a warmness about her. And was more then willing to step inside when a tip was offered. “I just have to go into the den to retrieve my purse. Won’t you come in darling?” Once her feet passed the entryway, Rick was able to come out of the shadows and subdue our main course. He bound her wrists and ankles all too well. I cut her clothing and carried her warm naked body into the bath, where I would clean and shave her. Her curves were delicious and I could almost taste the gravy that would start from her breasts. The warm water was waking her slightly. I scrubbed her clean and shaved the winter leg hair from her body. I rambled on about how she would really enjoy inhaling the spicy fragrance that would baste the meat as it cooked. I boasted about the star chef of the evening. And thanked her for joining our dinner table.
Patting her dry I then carried a very confused young delivery girl into the kitchen. Rick smiled with approval as I lay her into the basting pan. Finally realizing her significance in the evening’s meal, she struggled just a bit. I giggled as I watched the liquid gold painting her pale white skin, as Rick basted her breasts. I could only imagine how that tangy liquid gold felt as it entered even her most personal parts. Rick and I smiled as we set the timer and put her in the oven. Only thing left to do is watch the meat so it cooks evenly, and uncork a nice bottle of red wine to complement the meal.
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