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A Good Girl's Guide to Apple Pie 🍋

It was a rainy November day. For most people, it was a perfectly ordinary Wednesday. But not in the small cottage on the Scottish coast. Dreamy music filled the cosy home, accompanied by a sweet female voice that sang and hummed along happily.

Charlotte was standing in the kitchen, baking her speciality: a covered apple pie. Made with apples from her own garden. She filled the pastry-lined dish with the apples and then braided the shortcrust pastry lattice, then placed the pie in the hot oven. They could hardly wait to devour the delicious pie. Fresh from the oven and still warm, it tastes especially good. Add a dollop of vanilla ice cream or vanilla sauce, and the treat was perfect.

While the pie baked in the oven, Charlotte prepared the main course for the evening: pasta in a lemon and garlic sauce with shrimp. Always a highlight. Her stomach was already growling with anticipation of the delicacies that awaited him.

Charlotte was just adding a splash of white wine to the sauce when the front door closed. "Mmm, that smells magical!" her husband's voice called from the hallway. Just a few seconds later, Charlotte felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. Sebastian buried his face in his wife's black curls and inhaled her scent deeply. "Mmm, that smells magical too," he murmured, turning Charlotte in his arms to give her a long kiss.

The witch grinned broadly. "It'll be ready soon." With that, she pressed the bottle of wine into Sebastian's hand and indicated with her look that he should please fill two glasses. Sebastian obeyed, like the well-dressed husband he was, and strolled to the dining table with the wine and two glasses in his hands.

Shortly afterwards, he appeared behind Charlotte again. This time, a small black box hovered in front of her nose. "Happy anniversary," purred Sebastian. Touched that he'd thought of that and apparently even bought her a present, Charlotte picked up the box. "That wasn't necessary," she breathed, but couldn't suppress a happy chuckle. "You'll only be able to judge when you open it," joked Sebastian. Curious, Charlotte lifted the lid and paused. How could he have known she'd had her eye on it for a while? A silver charm bracelet glittered out from the black velvet. Charlotte took the bracelet out of the box to examine it more closely. It was one of those bracelets you could collect charms for. It already had one charm. It was a glittering crescent moon. "Turn it over," whispered Sebastian. On the back of the moon, their wedding date was engraved. "Is that-" Charlotte stammered. "The moon on our wedding night, yes," Sebastian confirmed her suspicion. Overjoyed, Charlotte threw her arms around her husband. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she exclaimed between kisses.

SHIZZ

As if the pasta were trying to draw attention to itself, a gush of salt water splashed onto the hot stove, reminding the two lovebirds that it was time for dinner. Startled by the sizzling sound, Charlotte rushed to the stove. She carefully tasted a pasta to ensure it was al dente and then served the main course on two plates. The couple toasted with white wine and then tucked into the lemon pasta.

A little later, it was time for the apple pie. Charlotte had let it cool a bit, so it was still warm, but no longer as hot as lava. She took the prepared custard out of the fridge and poured a generous amount over each of the two slices of pie, which she had divided between two plates. The smell and the sight made her mouth water. Mr. and Mrs. Sallow greedily devoured their dessert.

Full and happy, they plopped down on their sofa. Sighing, Charlotte lay her head on Sebastian's shoulder and began to snore playfully and exaggeratedly. "Food coma?" Sebastian giggled. "Uh-huh." Sleepily, Charlotte raised her head to look into Sebastian's hazel eyes. Suddenly, he laughed loudly. "What is it?" Sebastian's laughter unsettled Charlotte. But Sebastian just gently stroked her cheek and explained, "You have some gravy there, darling." Demonstratively, and with a twinkle in his eyes, he licked the custard from his finger. "Delicious. As always." Charlotte smiled coquettishly at her husband. "Would you like to try the rest?"

Without further ado, Sebastian pounced on his wife. He kissed her wildly, as if he wanted to mark her as his. As if he needed to remind her that they had already been married for three years. As if he wanted to relive their wedding night. And that was just what Charlotte needed.

Like a predator dismembering its prey, Sebastian practically ripped Charlotte's clothes off. Her dark red sweater flew across the living room in a high arc, closely followed by a pair of black jeans and fine underwear. "Beautiful. Just like the night I made you my wife." Sebastian devoured Charlotte with his eyes. His gaze glided delightfully over her naked body.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Don't move," he grinned. Charlotte heard dishes clatter, and a moment later, Sebastian reappeared above her with the custard in his hand. Carefully, Sebastian let some custard drip onto Charlotte's bare skin, being careful not to soil the cushions beneath her body. Charlotte shivered at the touch of the cold custard on her heated skin. Before she could ask what Sebastian was up to, he had bent over her and begun licking the pale liquid between her breasts.

Charlotte moaned and leaned into the touch. "Mmm, even better," sighed Sebastian. "Maybe I should always snack on your body in the future." With a smug grin, he dripped more sauce onto Charlotte's body. This time onto her stomach. Here, too, Sebastian licked the sweet temptation from her skin, eliciting another moan from Charlotte.

Little by little, he worked his way down her body until he finally stopped over her now-burning centre. Without breaking eye contact, he dribbled the custard onto her mons pubis. The liquid slowly ran down Charlotte's clitoris. She sensed what was about to happen.

A mischievous smile played around Sebastian's lips as he knelt between Charlotte's legs and buried his face in her crotch. With long strokes, he licked the custard from Charlotte's slit, sucked on her clitoris, caressed her sex, and was rewarded with increasingly loud moans. Finally, he penetrated her with two fingers, pumping gently while he continued licking her. He curled his fingers, and she arched her back in response. He massaged her G-spot, and she responded with her fingers in his hair and a surprised cry. He savoured her until she finally came with a tremor.

Breathing heavily, Charlotte pulled Sebastian to her and kissed him, tasting her orgasm on his lips, with a hint of vanilla. "Your turn," she panted as she unbuckled his belt. She would find a use for the custard, too. And she could make a new bowl for the rest of the pie tomorrow.