We meet at the flat, like every other day. It's always the same between us. Telly and waffles. Today Michaela is making her famous chocolate chip waffles in the waffle iron and I can't wait any longer. I feel my lust grow for the waffles each moment, and I can no longer hold back.
"Kayla!" I call out, wondering where she could possibly be. Oh, yes, of course, she's in the kitchen. I step in and find her setting a plate of waffles down on the table.
They glisten in the light and I can't help but imagine syrup drenching them and seeping into it's flaky pours.
"Eat up. They're fresh" Michaela said whilst winking.
"Thanks, love" I reply, stabbing the fork down into the waffle and stuffing it into my mouth. The syrup drips down onto my chin.
Michaela hands me a napkin willingly.
"Thank you" I respond, and she only nods.
"Would you like another waffle?" She asks blissfully.
"I'm already sticky, Michaela"
"Wash your face then,"
"No. I'm not done."
"Fine... Geez"
Then cheeky bum sex occurs.
I'm so done.
Bye.
Made with love *winkwinkwinkwink*
For Michaela
My special little waffle
I will drench you in syrup one day
And my chin won't be the only thing that's sticky
You got that?
Good.
Bye.
