How do you like your Stories?

[S_Couture]

A story should be as long as it takes to get the point across. There's nothing worse that a long story that goes nowhere. A short story either for that matter.

Here's a 600 word story. I had to sacrifice a good deal, but even still, it does go somewhere.

Frosting by Couture

(An appetizer for my sexy friend. Loved the pictures!)


(FF, food, humiliation)

Flash Fiction 600 words

Look Susan, I made your favorite. A brownie sundae to celebrate your new boyfriend!

Me mad? Hell, no. I've been trying to get rid of that inconsiderate bastard for weeks. What? You don't
trust me? I'm hurt. Here, I'll take a bite the first bite.

Mmmmmmm, good.

See? I told you it was good. Eat up. Us girls got to stick together. Anyway, you would have backed off if
I'd asked.

Right?

*******

Another fight with Mike, huh? Look, I baked a cake to cheer you up. No, you keep it. I insist.

*******

You've been lying in bed all day. What's wrong sweetie? He broke up with you? Said you were fat?
That bastard! I told you he was a no good inconsiderate bastard. You're better off without him.

Here. Look what I brought to cheer you up. Your favorite. Oh don't be like that. You know you want
some. Here comes the airplane zooommmm. Open wide for landing. Mmmmm, good. Feeling
better already aren't you pumpkin?

******

Look what I baked. Cake! No, don't get up. I'll feed you sweetie.

What am I doing? It's been six months since you broke up with Mike. And you know full well it's not the
same with your own fingers. Relax.

Besides, you're wet. You know you want it.

Just relax and leave it all up to me.

That's it. That's it. Just go with it. Shush baby, you're making too much noise. Open wide. I'm going to
stick that whole fucking cake inside right inside your mouth. Goddamn, you're sexy like that. Lick my
fingers. Do it!

******

That's a girl, just lay there and let me climb on top. You big soft pillow. Look, I brought you
something new to eat.

What? Bitch! You weren't complaining when you were squirming on my fingers last night. Well, fuck
you then. Let's see who else will bother with a girl your size.

Oh don't cry Susie. I'm not leaving. Here, I'll even make it easy for you. A little icing and
voila', chocolate covered pussy. Yummy!

Oh fuck! Who would have ever thought? Susan Powers – pudgy-pussy-licker. Ugh, that's it. Eat it. Eat my fucking pussy. Suck my clit! Hard! Goddamn.

Coming.

********

Your turn? I just did you last week, remember?

Besides, I’m not gay so I don’t lick.

Oh you're not, huh? Coulda' fooled me.

Fine bitch, I'm leaving. Find somebody else to get you off.

There, I knew you'd see it my way. Besides, I have a surprise for you tonight. Just let me get settled on top.

Oh pumpkin, you have the softest tongue. You were made for this. Not queer? Puh-leaze!

What's wrong baby? You don't like my surprise?

You better shut the up and let me talk or I'm outta here - forever.

Look, you've been with me *and* you've been with Mike. This is the same thing, only this time I was
with Mike first. Don't cry, goddamnit, if anyone is crying it oughtta' be me. I doing this for you, you fat
bitch!

Oh stop crying. I didn't mean that.

Really. You're not fat, just pleasingly plump.

Oh stop. You're a pretty little girl. Honest.

Here, is that better? There, just relax and let Becky's fingers make it all better. You big faker - you're
wet.

Come on – my turn now. Just a taste. For me? Please? That's my girl. You can do me *after* every time..

Humiliating? Puh-leaze.

Just think of it as

Frosting.