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From: Shokolada <chocmess@wamsat.com>
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Subject: WAM Repost - Birthday Cakes (m/f, frosting, pies, sex)
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Birthday Cakes, by Shokolada

She walked up behind me and put her arms around my neck,
breathing in
my ear, "So what do you want for your birthday, lover?"

I thought about that for a second, then announced, "I want
you."

She giggled. "You already have me, silly!"

"No," I corrected her, "I mean I want you to be my
birthday cake!"

It took her a second to get that, and a smile spread
across her
face. "Another messy fantasy, hmm? All right - when do you
want to do
it?"

I craned my head back and kissed her, upside down. "How
does tonight
sound?"

The grin became wide, and I wondered what she was
thinking. 
"Tonight's just fine! Get what you need, and I'll see you
this
evening!"

Well, I went out to run the rest of my day's errands, but
frankly,
my mind wasn't on what I was doing... I think the one
clerk was
slightly mystified when I accidentally called her my
lover's name. My
last stop was by the grocery store, where I got what I'd
need - and
an odd look from the cashier at the quantities involved!

I returned home with my bags... she called out that she
was waiting
for me in the kitchen. I walked in to behold my sweetheart
clothed
only in the 'crystal green' plastic wrap, bound about her
torso from
neck to crotch. "You're going to have to unwrap your
present before
you can play with it," she laughed at me, "but first..."
and she made
sure I was stripped nude. She slipped a disposable plastic
apron over
my body, giving my penis and balls a quick grope through
it as she
leaned against the table and let me peel her transparent
covering
away from her. There were traces of moisture caught in the
wrapping
once I pulled it away from her crotch, and I realized from
that and
from her stiff nipples that the combination of expectation
and
carefully localized friction had my lady ready for me now!
At another
time, I might have taken advantage of that... but I wanted
to see her
covered in gooey frosting first!

She lay down on the table, which she'd also covered to
protect it; I
used the remnants of her wrapping to secure her wrists and
ankles to
the table legs. She hadn't expected it, but didn't
struggle until I
was done, and then only a token amount... the plastic wrap
would have
given way under a real effort, but it was all part of the
game, and
she was having as much fun as I was.

I unearthed the dozen cans of 'extra creamy' chocolate
frosting from
my bag of supplies... too much, probably, but better to
have extra
than not enough! A kitchen drawer supplied a large
spatula, and I
scooped out the first gob.

A disappointed look appeared on her face as she saw the
spatula. 
"Couldn't you find a *better way to smear me with that
stuff?"

Well, her wish was my command! I scooped frosting from the
spatula
to my hand, filled my other hand with the rest of the can,
and
slapped my laden palms aganist her belly. They began
moving in
ever-increasing circles over her stomach and sides.

"The man doesn't even put his sticky hands on my breasts,"
she
grumbled as I scooped more chocolate into my hands and
onto her body.
 "I guess I have to start issuing written invitations."

"Not so!" I responded. Giving up on keeping anything tidy,
I'd
finished with the chocolate, and retrieved a few cans of
vanilla from
the bag. "I'm just looking for a bit of contrast here!"

As the vanilla was applied to her breasts, she began to
moan and
shift around on the table, tugging at her bonds.
"Unnhhh... yes...
that's better," she sighed. A bit of work with the spatula
resulted
in a pair of nice circular lines defining the border
between the two
flavors.

"Not done *yet," I said. I collected another handful of
vanilla and
gently but firmly shoved it into her conveniently
accessible crotch.
Handwork and spatula work gave her a vanilla g-string,
though the
effort wasn't made any easier by her excited squirming.

"Are you done?" she gasped.

"Nope... still have to do the face," I smiled as I opened
the last
few cans.

She bit her lip. "Oh, noo... I don't want to wait, come
on, come
on!"

"Sorry, honey. The only sure faster way would be to
thoroughly pie
you."

She nodded. "Okay, I like that idea!"

"So do I - but I didn't bring any. Here you go!"

"You - mmmph!" she finished as a glob of fudge dropped
over her
hastily closed mouth. I took even more care here: didn't
want to cut
off breathing or sight, and I delicately avoided getting
any in her
hair. The result,after careful smoothing, was a dark shiny
brown
face split with twinkling blue eyes and a gleaming white
grin, and
nicely framed by her soft brown hair.

A spritz of chocolate-flavored spray cream topped each
nipple and
the frosting just over her crotch. I inserted a few
birthday candles
into the inexpensive little flower-shaped holders that
keep wax
drippings away from the confection, and wrote, "Happy
Birthday!" to
myself in pink icing on her chest.

"Light 'em and make a wish, dummy," she smiled. "After
all, you
dont want your cake to cool down, do you?"

I lit the candles, picked up a towel, and used it to snap
myself
some pictures for later. "I saw *this coming," she
commented
sardonically.

"Yep - got my wish in record time!" I blew out the
candles, knocked
them aside, and was on top of her. She broke her wrist
bonds and
pushed me back long enough to rip aside the apron I'd
completely
forgotten about in my heat, then, as I moved my face down
to get at
her crotch, she pulled me back onto herself. "No way,
mister... I
want you inside me now!!!"

I complied.

As hot as we'd both become, we didn't last long. I came
first, but
my few remaining thrusts afterwards were enough to bring
her along. 
I eased myself out of her, remaining cuddled close, and
licked her
face playfully. "Mmm, you are a tasty dish, my love," I
breathed into
her ear. Suddenly, I felt her hand playing about my cock
and balls,
as she started nibbling on my ear, and using another trick
or two
guaranteed to bring me toa quick recharge. "Honey, what
are you
doing?"

"You mean you can't tell?" she giggled. "Loosen my feet,
hun."

I did so, and she got up, taking me by the hand. In the
spare
bedroom was an incredible sight - she'd taken the sheets
of the
matress and replaced them with plastic, then frosted the
whole top of
the bed in the same brand and flavor of frosting I'd
bought! The
pillows had been slipped into garbage bags and replaced,
with the
words "Happy Birthday to ME!!" written large enough to
cover them
with several tubes of icing. "Did you forget, I've always
celebrated
*my birthday this same day? 'One of the wonderful
coincidences about
us', I believe you used to tell me in e-mail." She laughed.

I walked toward the display. "Good grief! This must have
taken you
- whoof!"

She'd tripped me! She tripped me, and given me a bit of a
shove
too, so I flew forward onto the bed and landed face first.
My head
hit the pillows, so I only got a green smear of icing on
my face, but
from neck to toes I was coated in goo.

"A much quicker way to cover someone, to be sure!" she
crowed in
triumph. I heard the camera click a few times, then she
helped me
roll over, and took a few more. I discovered why my
birthday bed was
even softer than usual... there had been a thin layer of
yellow cake
under all that. Now, I was sticky front and back from the
neck down,
and had icing in my hair. I looked up, and she had
straddled me... a
heavily piled cream pie in her hand.

"Oh, lord," I moaned.

"Hold still and take it like a man!" she ordered with a
wild grin.
At least four inches of cream and chocolate landed on my
face. As I
wiped it away from my eyes and nose, more landed on my
body from a
nearby table. I closed my eyes as I felt squish after
squish on my
already thickly-coated body. When I opened them during a
pause in the
action, she was ecstatically applying two more to her own
breasts,
and I leaned over to grab a third for her face. As she
blinked that
away, another cream pie arrived in her crotch... she
laughed and
gently did the same to me with a (luckily) particularly
deep one.

"Now, then, I hope you last a little longer this time -
'cause this
is *my birthday present!" She settled down and let me
slide into her.
Between our combined arousal and the gunge covering us, I
slipped in
quicker than either of us expected, and we both released
gaspy moans.
When she could, she started rocking up and down, and my
own hips soon
joined the dance. This time, there was no urgency, however
- our
hands played in the slime on our bodies, our tongues
played aroud
faces and nipples, and our lips met frequently. Slowly,
thrillingly,
we built to a peak, and this time reached it together.

Exhausted, she collapsed beside me, rolling away and
incidentally
covering her own back. We were only touching by grasping
hands, yet
after the experience we'd just had, that was as intimate
as complete
body contact.

Finally, she sighed. "When's our next birthday?"

"A year from now."

"I was afraid of that."

"I do get paid again in two weeks."

She rolled over to smile at me. "And... it's gotta be
*somebody's
birthday then. Right?"

I winked back at her. "Far be it from us not to observe a
birthday
as important as... whoever's."

She scooped cream from my chest and flicked it at me. "I
love you,
sweetie. Happy Birthday."



Shokolada

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