Kiss for the Cook

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (~150 words) based on a photo prompt (above) provided by Alastair Forbes. Click the pic for his site. Click the blue guy at the bottom to view more tales and/or add your own!

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (~150 words) based on a photo prompt (above) provided by Alastair Forbes. Click the pic for his site.
Click the blue guy at the bottom to view more tales and/or add your own!

“Smells delicious!”

Colin nodded with a grin and shook his ass a bit. “Kiss for the cook?”

Carol leaned-in and planted her lips on his cheek as he stirred the sauce.  She’d never known another man before Colin.  She’d never dated.  He was her first…her only.  She knew he wasn’t of the same experience.  He’d obviously been with other women.  Of this she was certain.  She didn’t think of it often and usually dismissed it immediately.  Tonight was no different as she grabbed plates to set the table.

Full of food and wine, both retired to bed where Carol usually tipped the cook in her own way.

Colin’s biological 3am wake-up call dragged him from bed and down the hall.  Returning, he stopped to gaze at Carol’s uncovered body.  “What a thing of beauty,” he thought to himself.  Legs of a dancer, ass of a swimsuit model, tits of a porn starlet, and Carol’s beautiful face.  Just as a house painter can point-out every hole and seam he’s fixed in a wall, Colin knew every seam in his lover.  To the casual passer-by, she was perfect.  Plus, there was enough meat in the freezer to last them for months.

 

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Kiss for the Cook — 9 Comments

  1. Starts off so innocently … doesn’t end so. Well done! I enjoyed this, even if the ending made my stomach lurched a bit 😉 (In a good way … I like dark stuff.)

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