Even Hotter Bubbles

The intoxicating, feminine scent of her glistening mound drew me down to take a taste. Lying on the living room rug, with my mouth fully upon her triangle, I glided my tongue through her soft, moist lips. Welcoming my lips with her own, she received my kiss at her opening. I dipped in my tongue like a ladle, savoring the flavor of her heady broth. With my finger, I slowly dragged back across the superfine hairs that were returning since her waxing, urging her pink princess to poke out from her robes. My tongue circled her, teasing, daring to seek audience with so royal a presence. I parried and played until Amber was thrashing back and forth, groaning and nearing her peak. She bucked fiercely as I inserted two fingers, massaging in just the right spot to finish her off. I kissed Amber’s mouth as she mellowed out once more, holding her close, enjoying our time together. 


“How’s our cake doing?” she asked weakly, with a smile on her face. 


“Should be almost ready, I’ll check.” I got up, and sure enough, the hour had gone by. I carefully removed the cake and placed it on a rack to cool. 


Rejoining Amber, we began kissing passionately, my own growing need not allowing me to focus. As my breathing became more heated, Amber took her cue, and began rubbing my nipples, driving me crazy. I laid myself down and allowed Amber to perform her magic on me. Knowing what I enjoyed, she caressed the sides of my abundant breasts, enticingly circling under my arms until I was a gasping, screaming, writhing mass of clay in her expert fingers. I was on a merry-go-round of sensations, her gentle mouth circling my breasts with a dizzying speed. Her hot pointed tongue went round and round, making the sparkling lights flicker in the center of my carousel. Her hand stroked up and down along my swelling folds until I could feel myself lifting and falling in rhythmic pleasure, wishing my ride would never end. She began pinching my nipples with one hand, her other hand upon my clit, forcing me to strain far upwards to catch that golden ring. In a sudden moment, my pony lifted skyward, and I heard myself scream out as the final gong sounded and my horse came back to earth. 


Trying to catch my breath, I heard Amber’s distant voice ask if I was thirsty. Nodding my reply, I felt her arm come around me to help me sit, and she offered my parched lips a sip of cool ginger ale. 


“I think our cake has cooled down now. Are we going to frost it?” 


“Sure,” I answered, softly, “I’ll show you how to make Cocoa Glaze.” 


We both went back into the kitchen, not bothering to dress. All the ingredients were measured out and placed in the double boiler. I let her stir the pan until the chocolaty goodness was satiny smooth. We added vanilla and took it off the heat to cool. When it had thickened some, and was barely warm, I showed her how I poured it off in shiny ribbons onto the top of the cake. It instantly formed a glorious, dark brown coating, dripping down sensuously into the center hollow. We smoothed more glaze around the outer edge, forming a perfect blanket of chocolate on our cake. I explained how, after it sat a few minutes, the glaze would harden and form an eighth-inch-thick shell along the outside. We were quite pleased with our work. 

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