#ScintillatingSunday – Feeling #Hot, HoT, HOT! #BDSM

Good Morning Sexy People! What some Sunday Morning Inspiration? (So do I – feel free to send some my way 😉 ) I’m now recovering from my ‘fun’ run (actually, probably the night of drinking that will inevitably occur after it!) and will be lounging in bed somewhere, barely able to move. Don’t speak too loudly, will you? 🙂

A Rough Ride

Flexing her chopsticks a couple of times to get the measure of them, she gingerly picked up a sliver of salmon from the girl’s leg. A thick dollop of green paste was dotted in a corner and she didn’t think very clearly before placing the morsel inside her mouth. Ooh, wasabi. Fire was instantly inside her mouth everywhere and her first instinct, which was to spit the offending offering out, wasn’t really an option. Oh dear God in heaven. Keeping the fish on her tongue and the wasabi, which was liberally smeared on the top of it, well away from the roof of her mouth, she sat there for a few seconds in utter panic. She couldn’t eat the thing. She hated hot food and this was hotter than most. What on earth was she going to do? Because of the damn dress, she didn’t even have a tissue she could use to whisk the unsavoury item away.

“Wasabi, or Japanese horseradish, has quite a strong flavour, does it not? It’s used by Japanese chefs because it helps preserve the flavour and kill the bacteria which can develop on raw fish. I wouldn’t hold it in your mouth too much longer, though; the fumes get rather painful after a while.” He waited for her to swallow. She looked at him helplessly. It would take the threat of a good caning in order to get her to swallow this fiery green lava.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Come here.” Pulling her head towards his mouth, he took her lips deftly in his and sucked the small sliver of fish into his mouth, where he swallowed it with little effort. Marianna’s pulse had just gone nuclear and at that point in time, she could have bitten into a bird’s eye chilli and been unaffected. His eyes bored into hers and his tongue gently traced a slick path on her bottom lip. Unlike her, he was not breathing hard.

“Lucky for you, I like hot things.” He was trying hard not to laugh. “Now may I suggest you leave the Sashimi alone and stick to the noodles or sushi.” Picking up another piece of fish, this time in a more conventional way by using his chopsticks, he guzzled more of the blistering condiment down without a moment’s unease.