The Cream Pie During The Housewarming Party
Elif’s naughty and life-changing encounter in the kitchen
It’s Friday afternoon and I’ve been giving the living room a quick tidy waiting for Edward to come home. Being newly married means I can’t stand being away from him a moment longer than necessary. Obviously, the Covid restrictions have been horrible but it also meant we could have a couple of months-long honeymoon before he started heading into work again.
With the lifting of the mixing restrictions, tonight we've invited a few friends for a housewarming/ wedding celebration. I've loved having the opportunity to focus solely on building a little nest for Edward and me. Everything is prepared for dinner and is cooking nice and slowly. All I need now is to change out of my kaftan into something nice and summery for our guests.
Cooking without Edward around is so lonely. The way his arms wrap around me as I'm in front of the hob makes me feel so warm and safe. Just thinking about when he's close to me sends a longing between my thighs making me feel a little swollen. I pull off my kaftan and see myself in the mirror in the corner of the room. Looking at my naked body, I miss his arms around me, his lips on mine, the way his touch makes me ache for more closeness. After being a virgin my whole life, I never would have thought…
