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'Neath the Mistletoe
As the last of our relatives filed out the door into the cold Winter air Miriam and I both breathed a sigh of relief. Walking over to the screen door I waved goodbye as the final row of cars pulled away from our driveway, like some remnant of a medieval caravan
trudging its way through the icy terrain. I sighed again as Miriam came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and stomach, pulling her face to rest firmly against my back, between my shoulders.
Slowly I paced us backward a little, locked in our silent reverie, as I swung the door closed, finally escaping the cold chill of the night.
Turning to look over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of the endless landscape of turkey and casseroles that threatened to overthrow our kitchen in a Christmas Dinner Revolution.
"God, we have so much to still clean up." I moaned, rubbing my temples between my fingers.
"I know." Miriam sulked behind me, not wanting to let go of our quick moment of relaxation.
But, eventually we made our way through the vast sea of dishes. The worst part was the empty caked on sludge that remains at the end of a well-eaten dish, somehow far less appealing than the entirety of the dish iteslf. I left those for Miriam to take care of.
So it was that we spent the next thirty minutes or more covering half-eaten dishes and cleaning those that had been cleared.
Suddenly I caught a cold, wet jet of water from the sink and I quickly pulled my neck into my chest and turned away from that direction.
"Ooh, what's a matter baby? Is that too cold for you?" laughed Miriam as she sprayed another volley onto my head.
"Oh, you're going to suffer now", I chuckled back, both of us laughing as I tried to shield myself from the cold blast of the faucet jet.
Stumbling around the wet kitchen floor I managed to make my way to the kitchen sink where I was able to lunge for the cold water knob and shut it off.
Standing there holding the now limp jet like a miss-fired pistol Miriam chuckled and smiled non-chalantly before she took off across the kitchen towards the living room. Slipping and falling on the kitchen floor I lay there watching as Miriam darted through the living room.
"I'm gonna get you Little Missy!" I laughed after her, but I stopped midway through the living room. I suddenly had an inkling of what she might be thinking so I planned my own
counter-ambush.
Sitting in the darkness I could hear her breath gasping in and out as she struggled to still herself in order to sneak up on me. The house had been silent for at least five minutes now and I could only imagine what she thought I must be doing. Then I heard the
kitchen floor linoleum creaking beneath her feet as she tiptoed into the kitchen.
Then, just as she made her way to the sink I suddenly flipped the lights on, catching her by surprise as she spun around, clutching her chest.
A few startled chuckles escaped her lips as I creaked my own way out onto the black and white checkered island.
"You know, I was wanting to give you this tonight, but I think right now is just the right moment for it" I said as I pulled the little red and green box from behind my back. Slowly I slid the top off of the box and slid it under the smaller box. Then for dramatic effect I took one of the loops and slowly pulled it out, holding it there for her to see.
Instantly her eyes went wide, accompanied by a joyous smile. Setting the box down on the kitchen table I slowly walked my way towards her as she in turn paced slowly backward towards the kitchen sink.
Leaning into her body I tasted the sweet warmth of her lips. Gently I slid one of the cuffs around her left wrist, tightening it until the sharp metal click signaled its completion. Miriam instantly jolted as she felt the cool metal of the handcuffs tighten around her left wrist, pressing her lips closer to my own. Next I went to her right wrist, postponing the moment of truth a little longer than the first time, feeling Miriam's body tense up as if a gun inside her were cocked and ready to explode.
~click~
The second and final handcuff found its mark, restraining Miriam's arms behind her back. Then with one final kiss I stepped slowly away from her and across the kitchen towards the previously discarded package. Reaching in once again I took out a long simple smooth-edged knife with a black handle.
Miriam's eyes went wide as she saw it, and I only hope I hadn't scared her too much. Walking once again across the kitchen I took the cold edge of the knife and placed it
behind one of the buttons of her dress.
"You know honey . . ." I whispered into her ear. " I think we ought to get you into something a bit more comfortable."
Having said that I swept the knife away, slicing the button's string and sending it across the kitchen in a wide, vanishing arc. Repeating the process with the second button I heard Miriam moan slightly the second time as her dress slid a little towards the floor.
Finally removing the last two remaining buttons, I stepped back to watch my handiwork as her dress easily slid past her hips and pooled at her feet. Setting the knife back down into the box I stood and stared at her for a moment longer, prolonging the excitement and expectation that I saw gleaming in her seductive gaze.
Casually I strolled over and took her into my right arm, cradling her naked body as her tongue danced inside my lips.
"So naughty my dear, all these relatives over and you with no panties." She smiled as I lowered my mouth to suck at her neck and throat. Reaching behind her I dipped my finger into the apple pie that she'd made earlier that day.
"You know, they say in that one movie that pussy feels just like warm apple pie." As I
said this I trailed my finger up to her mouth, evering it to her. "Do you suppse they meant that's how it tastes too?"
I smiled as I heard her moan with the combination of the taste of the apples and what I
was saying. Slowly I knelt down onto the kitchen floor in front of her, watching as her legs spread unconsciously to accomodate me. Taking another finger of the warm apple sauce of the pie, I rubbed the luke-warm liquid around her clit, making her gasp with unexpected
glee.
Inching my lips forward, I breathed lightly onto the same spot, causing small shivers to climb up her body, before my tongue attacked her, spooning up the sugary sauce and her own sweet juices in the process. Her lips shone brightly with traices of her excitement.
My tongue now attacking the cleft between her lips, she moaned on shaky legs as my tongue swept even deeper into the cavern of her sex. Then I returned my attention to that tiny button of intensity, my tongue taunting it out of hiding as Miriam slowly slid downward, her legs giving out beneath her.
Taking her by the waist I lifted her up onto the counter, savoring her moans as our passion mounted higher and higher peaks with each passing moment. I took her legs and spread them back a bit forcefully which only served to turn her on that much more.
Returning my tongue to her slick lips, I lapped away once again at the entrance to her desire, using my tongue to stroke away at the inner walls of her most sensitive flesh. Soon after I felt her body begin to tense and release, her hips grinding wildly against my roaming tongue as she leaned back against one of the kitchen cabinets for better leverage.
Holding her hips tightly against me I rode the wild bucking of her pussy as she strained through the oncoming climax. Then with a high-pitched wail I suddenly felt a warm, sweet
overflowing of her juices into and past my lips as I strained to catch it all in the recesses of my tongue.
Then suddenly it was over, her body rising and falling with the intense strain that comes with such pleasures. Raising myself up to her lips I kissed her sharply on her mouth. Her legs wrapped around my hips to hold me closer still as we embraced each other in a tight lover's embrace, her hands still clasped behind her back. Then we both looked up and saw the tell-tale leaves and berries hanging above our heads.
And with a light, sultry chuckle between us and an agreeing nod, we resumed our holiday tradition beneath the mistletoe.
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