I anxiously scan my book looking for something to make. Master has a sweet tooth and he will want something afterwards. I settle on Martha’s Mile-High Apple Pie, a classic from her latest cookbook.
I feel the hysteria building as I pace around waiting for Master and just as I feel like I am going to go mad with anticipation, I hear the firm knock at the door and I run with excitement to him. He stands tall in his beautiful dark suit, entering without a word, guiding me straight to the couch where he commands my obedience. I drop my dress to the floor and slowly bend over, offering him his dinner. My master slides himself inside, hard and demanding. I feel the frenzied, feverish pulse as I start to scream with pleasure.
The front door opens in a wild rush and my mister comes in with fury burned into his eyes. He looks at the couch as his boss, which is also his best-friend and brother, pulls out and pushes past him, disregarding the scattered clothes and makes a naked, frantic dash for the door. They run down the street out of sight. This entanglement between us is more bizarre than Quantum’s Theory.
I walk away from the window sitting down at the counter naked, eating my apple pie, ‘cause who says a girl can’t have her pie and eat it, too?!
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