the darkness inside

Kitchen sink drama

I’m in the kitchen, about to cook dinner when you come out of the bathroom. I turn around to look at you stood in the doorway, knife still in my hand fresh from sharpening.

You are wearing a skinny white vest that clings to your body, the soft pink of your nipples visible just beneath it. Plain, white knickers cover your, I imagine, freshly shaved cunt. Your hair is still wet and you have no make up on. You look amazing.

I walk over towards you and you meet me half way, leaning back against the fridge as we kiss. I lean into you, my hands at my sides as our tongues meet, I murmur I love you.

I step slightly to the side of you and half lean against the door of the refrigerator, reaching behind your right arm with my left and gripping your shoulder, my fingers splayed across your collar bone. The knife is still in my right hand by my side. It’s my favourite kitchen knife, I’m a geek when it comes to cooking, a 12″ Global cooks knife. I raise my hand so you can see it as I plant a row of kisses down your neck making you shiver. Holding it carefully, the tip pointing down, I gently lower it to the neckline of your vest. Your eyes widen with trepidation, trusting me completely, but still… it’s a very large knife.

You can just feel the cold steel on your skin, the tip so sharp it’s no more than a needle point. With the back of the blade against your flesh I slide the knife down, for a moment it just glides beneath your vest, raising the material from you. Then, as the tension overcomes friction, and the sharpening does it’s work, the material parts slowly, the seam in two in an instant. I continue slowly moving my hand downwards, your top opening as if zipped, the curve of your breasts exposed and I feel myself harden. Your eyes are closed and your hands grip the edges of the fridge door. Your breathing is deliberately shallow and controlled. As the knife reaches the bottom hem of your vest I pull outwards and there’s a quiet twang as the knife completes it’s job.

I pause for a moment, lower my head to quickly lick each of your nipples, pushing the remnants of your vest from them with my nose. They react instantly, hardening as goose bumps race over your skin.

Standing straight again I continue with my game. Pressing the flat of the blade on the skin of your tummy, I slide it slowly underneath the elastic of your underwear, unlike your vest, I have to pull against your knickers to cut them. The blade pointing between your legs I pull the handle out towards me. The back of the knife, still cool presses gently into the cleft of your sex, a tangent to your body. As I move my hand down, I adjust the position of the knife, following the curve of your cunt, the back pressing deeper, dividing you, your lips closing around hard steel. The point of the knife penetrates and then divides your underwear completely but I continue pressing the edge against you, sliding it deeper, moving my hand lower until my knuckles are brushing over your clit. You can feel the drilled steel handle of the knife in my hand and I don’t pause for an instant before slipping the end between your lips, your cunt soaking wet from the shower and your arousal. I rock the knife back and forth on your clit, it slips and slides, gliding over your soaking pussy. Your wetness drenches the handle of the knife and soon it’s tricky to hold. Releasing your shoulder from my grip I slide my hand around to your throat, pinning you in position with soft pressure. You look at me, your mouth parted, lips glistening as I place the knife on the worktop behind me. I twist, not letting go of you and reach into the drawer behind me. I rifle through it’s contents quickly, knowing what it is I need. Finding it I turn back to you. My hand is by my side so you can’t see what I’ve plucked from the range of utensils at hand. I give your feet a little kick and you shuffle, opening them a little more. My hand still on your throat your raise your hands and grip my wrist, hanging on to me, leaning back you close your eyes.

The instant my new object touches you, you know what it is, you whisper, “Fuck no, no. It’s too big”, but you don’t move, don’t attempt to stop me. And as i press the cold curved glass end of the rolling pin against you, you actually open your legs wider.

I twist as I push it against your cunt, your wetness easing things as I slide it around your lips. Dragging it across your clit, rubbing it between your lips. The size of it shocks you, and thrills you. It’s bigger than anything you have ever had inside you. But then again, right now, you are wetter than you have ever been.

I rotate the rolling pin as I force it between the lips of your sex and into you, pausing as the first half an inch fills you. You squirm slightly, it’s obviously slightly uncomfortable, but a second later I feel you push against it. At first I just twist it, letting you drive yourself down around it. Then, I push back. Suddenly, you realise that your cunt is almost full, stretched wide around this impossibly huge glass rod. You wonder idly how you look right now, if you could see inside yourself through your new looking glass.

The juice of your cunt slickens the rolling pin and my hand around it. I’m actually fucking you now. Standing back, my feet wide apart, gripping your neck with one hand and forcing the improvised dildo deep inside you. Long, deep, rhythmic  strokes. Each barely deeper than the last. I adjust my hand so that my knuckles bang your clitoris each time I thrust inside you.

Your eyes are screwed shut now, your mouth wide open, gasping for breath as you concentrate on your coming climax. You can feel it building, every part of your body expectant. And when it comes you scream, actually scream. Then as your body collapses against me sobbing breaths escape your lips. For a moment your weight is supported not only by my body but by the object still deep in you. I feel you relax and I let the rolling pin slip from your distended pussy. I move to put it behind me but you take my hand, and looking me straight, unblinking in the eyes, you methodically lick every inch of the glass fuck toy. You clean it of every last drop of your wetness. Tasting your cum. I just stand there, watching transfixed as you complete your job.

Fuck. I love cooking for you.

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