It’s the 7th Day of Blissemas today to pop on over and see who’s up!
And now onto my Bit of Blisse for Blissemas which today is also my Sunday Snog!
And as it’s the first day of December, let’s get a bit of Cristmassy snogging action going on shall we?
I’m taking it from Really Cooking again today, which may start in the summer but it finishes on Christmas day…
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?
‘This is insanity,’ Nigel said, wrapping the turkey in foil to let it rest.
‘What is?’ I asked, flicking my wrist and tossing the Brussels sprouts in the pan before me.
‘Cooking all day for paying customers, then doing it all again for free.’
‘Oh, that.’ I laughed. ‘I think it comes under the heading of that thing called genius again, or maybe it’s more like obsession.’
‘Probably.’ he chuckled. ‘Do you want to go check the table’s all set? I ’m not sure we put out more crackers.’
‘OK, boss. The veggies are pretty much there now, anyway. The potatoes need mashing. I ’ll take out the apple and cranberry sauces and put them on the table.’
‘Fabulous, I ’ll sort out all this and the gravy and we’ll be ready.’
I swung through the kitchen doors into the main body of the restaurant and took in its grandeur. I could still feel the awe its size and beauty inspired but it was tinged with familiarity and love.
As I suspected, we had put the crackers out and Nigel was merely panicking unnecessarily. I popped the little bowls of sauce down in the middle of the table and checked everything over one last time. On the place mat by my name tag was a gift . I walked over and the label on top of it said Open Me Now!
I ’m not one to ignore a direct command or to resist opening a present . I picked it up and weighed it in my hands. It was about the size of a side plate and just a little heavier.
I ripped off the wrapper and pulled out a little card and a black leather collar. I gasped and ran my fingers over the buckle and shivered, not just with the chill. I put it down on the table and opened the plain white card.
Just a little something to show the boys that you’re mine. Can’t wait to see you wearing it. Nigel x
I lifted up the collar again and looked at it more closely. It was just a simple black band with a silver buckle, but the stitching was beautifully finished. There was the usual straight line at both edges but just below the top row was stitching in a dark red in a fancy zigzag pattern. When I looked closer I saw that the zigzags were in fact the letters N and M, Nigel’s initials.
A tear slipped down onto my cheek. What a lovely present : kinky, sexy and very touching. Nigel wanted to mark me as his in a very special, handcrafted way. I would be honoured to wear his collar. I lifted it to my neck and fastened it , with the buckle to the front . I spun it round so the fastening sat at the back of my neck, below my hair.
I walked back to the kitchen with my skin tingling and the scent of leather exciting my senses. In the kitchen Nigel paused with the turkey tin in one hand, and a spoon in the other.
‘Wow, ’ he whispered, ‘you look amazing.’
‘Thank you.’ I blushed under the intensi ty of his stare. I don’t think it was embarrassment though; it was more like lust rising to the surface.
Nigel put down the implements in his hands wi th a clang and strode towards me. He stopped just in front of me and reached out both hands to my throat . He gently rested his fingers behind my neck and rubbed both thumbs along the leather collar fastened there. His gaze stayed firmly fixed. He looked deep into my eyes and I could see how dilated his pupils were, his green eyes sparkling with need.
His lips were a breath away from mine when we heard a loud knocking at the back door.
‘The boys are here.’ Nigel removed his hands and stepped back. I let out the breath I’d been holding.
‘Great timing as always.’ I laughed.
‘Yeah, I ’ll get the door, will you start plating up? I just have to decant the gravy.’
‘Yes, boss, ’ I chirped.
Nigel groaned ‘My God, it really turns me on to hear you say that . But first , dinner.’
Gary and Shane spilled in through the door with whoops and hugs and a bag full of presents. I ran over to them and they both threw themselves at me at the same time, smothering me with their hugs and kisses.
And Blissemas Kissmas is coming! You can sign up for this seasonal snog fest here otherwise just join in the Blsisemas kissmas fun on the 15th December, every comment on every blog gets more entries into the big Blissemas draw, woo hoo!