After breaking out of a truly awful relationship Paula finds herself floundering until she bumps into Gary. He cheers her up with a much coveted appointment at Flair, where more than her hair gets pampered. In return she offers Shane and Gary a cooking lesson to cheer up their ready-meal laden week.
The Friday feast turns into a sex laden success and becomes a recurring weekly date. Paula loves having the sexual attention of two hot bi guys but longs for something deeper.
Shane sets her up with professional chef, Nigel McCormack. Paula responds to his dominant appeal and the delights of all three men together. But how will Paula fair when she takes up a position in Nigel’s professional kitchen, will she capture his heart or will he return to his first love, food?
“Oh yes,” Shane nodded and licked his lips, “I’m also ready for dessert.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed with a grin plastered on my face, “you boys have one hell of an appetite.”
“When it comes to you, Paula, we really do.” Gary answered. And so dessert began right there in my kitchen, two hot guys surrounded me and kissed me into complete submission, not that I fought back at any moment. I’d happily let this couple have their way with me any way and anywhere they liked. I was carried along on a surge of lust. Moving from the kitchen to the living room saw me losing my shoes, my hair clip and from there to my bedroom my dress fell off—or was it pushed— and my underwear was removed too. As I fell giggling on the bed, two happy and horny men looked down on me and scrambled out of their own clothes.
I fought back any negativity that lingered and concentrated only on the good. I had two incredibly handsome lads in my bedroom and they were there to pleasure me, not to plaster the wall or anything else mundane and boring. I loved being between their hard bodies and feeling their questing fingers all over my skin. I never knew what was coming next but I always knew it would be pleasurable, incredibly pleasurable.
Gary and Shane focused on me. They always did. They worshipped me with kisses and caresses and I held on for dear life. I ran my fingers into two styles of hair, Shane’s bright, light and straight and Gary’s darker, thicker mop as they suckled on a breast each, nipping, nibbling and sucking as their fingers roamed between my damp thighs.