Posted by Clemstra on March 24, 2005 at 13:07:07:
Fantasy Feast Corp. - by Clemstra
Darla was a multi - No, Darla was not a bunny
woman, not ALL multi's are bunny men and women.
It started with an innocent date. As a multi Darla
dated other multi's, normals, evolved dark and of
course immortal's of darkness. Then she met Français.
Francais was passionate, he was into foreplay. Actually
it was more then that, he loved to stroke her body,
smoothing her flesh, kneading her flesh, massaging her.
Of course there was that dark/light symbiosis between them.
She'd never met a dark devourer like Francais though.
The way he touched her, stroked her, just with his
human hands, much less when the other members of his body
came out. The sex was intense, for hours. His hunger
like his lust intense, but he was, well she'd say he
was a gourmet, at least with her.
After massaging, stroking, kneading her, the intense sex,
he'd lick Darla, then slowly consume her a little at a time.
He took his time licking, sucking, chewing her.
From there it went to preparation, they had discussed it.
At first it was sauces, poured on parts of her body before
he ate her. Then they did salad dressings, sushi sauces,
for desserts whipped creams, ice cream toppings, sprinkles,
and fruit.
Then cooking: The joys of being steamed, dipped in lemon
juice and served with parsley leaves. Then they thought
about simmering, they found private places with hot tubes
and if you showed you were a multi or immortal they took
the safety of the hot tubs for you. Sex, being stroked
and tenderized pleasurably again, Francais would remove
carefully the hair from her body, often bringing on
another orgasm. She'd slip into the tub comfy as he set
it to slowly raise in temperature. He enjoyed the look of
bliss on her face turning to intense pleasure as the heat
increased to a greater simmer, then a boil. He would
hungrily chop up carrots, onions, potatoes, putting them
in with the hot tube with her. The seasonings he gingerly
put on her and throughout the water, the salt, pepper,
some wine. Sometimes he'd give her the wine to drink
before the boil would start. It increased her pleasure
and he said internally marinated her.
They then went to roasting, tied to a spit rotating slowly
over hot coals. The feeling of warmth on her body increasing
as sweat formed. The feeling of Francais basting her with
sauce, the basting brush lingering upon her flesh. He
would stroke rhythmically with the basting brush on her
nipples and vagina. Sometimes stroking the sensitive lips
of her face, her buttocks would be tickled, excited by
the basting as she slow roasted. Occasionally sprinkling
seasonings upon her, the sound of her sizzling, her body
going into higher pleasure as she sizzled while Francais
told her how intensely delicious she looked. Their symbiosis
of light and dark like an energy feedback that fairly hummed
with harmony. His removing her, looking at her nicely
browned body, taking in the smell of her cooked flesh,
her desire to be totally consumed. Slowly, ever so
slowly he'd consume her a bit at a time.
He'd always make Darla a meal after he'd eaten her. Always
something wonderful, always he wanted her to enjoy it. He
did seem to want her to gain weight though, still she'd
never been a strong woman, or into sports so that was fine.
They got into baking, Darla ALA orange was one of her and
his favorites. Intense sex, regular and tentacle sex, his
touching, fondling her, Darla did the same with him. In the
heights of passion he'd say how incredibly soft, smooth,
plump she was. "Oh Francais, make me A La Orange, take me,
eat me", she'd cry out in pleasure. He'd wash her, pleasurably
patting her dry. He'd rub her down with salt, herbs and
seasonings, then lightly sprinkle her with oil. He'd stuff
her with stuffing and put her into bake. He'd take her out,
then baste her with orange sauce, putting orange slices up
her vagina whole, a whole peeled orange in her vagina to
flavor and keep moist her vagina, then back into the oven
Darla went with an orange in her mouth.
Their parents noticed their grades going down, they didn't
have as many outside activities other then one another.
Some had even suggested to them they had become addicts.
They just didn't understand, but Francais and Darla went
to counseling anyway. They thought they'd get some
normal who didn't understand, but to their surprise
their counselors were a married immortal couple much
like themselves.
Of course they got the standard speech first. Immortals
of light and dark though symbiotic were separate species.
This meant they couldn't have children, though they
could adopt or do sperm swapping in which Francais would
donate sperm to a dark immortal female married to a
immortal man of light. Darla could accept the sperm of
the immortal light male. They could pledge to help each
other, perhaps even become one family in a four way
marriage.
They suggested Francais and Darla put one night aside per
week they would NOT date. That they also spend one
night a week in which they did NOT have sex or have
their gourmet feasts of love. To set a time to be home
with parents, to do more college activities. They also
suggested marriage counseling. Francais and Darla agreed.
They graduated college and both have wonderful careers.
They did marry and found that though sex and that
wonderful symbiosis of light and dark in energy
exchanges is still fantastic, it's not all that there is.
No, Francais and Darla also discovered FANTASY hide aways!
Which was why Darla was packing a SPECIAL picnic basket and
wearing a satiny red cap, skipping in supposed innocence
towards their favorite picnic area to meet with Francais.
Who says married life has to be boring!
(Paid for by the fantasy feast corporation of Morder. Let)
(us help your married immortal existence be more, not less)
(In God we Trust, sorry all others pay CASH) ;)