It happened. A creamy mess in my mouth. He let out a mighty roar that stumped the Trump, triumphed over Shreks own mighty bellow, and woke the children on the other side of the world. It was magical moment. I didn't stop I kept sucking as well as I could manage.
3...
2...
1...
Gotta Blast!
Bam another load emptied into my skull. It felt like a shotgun had entered my mouth and fired. My head ricocheted backwards and smashed on the stove. I began to fade in and out of reality.
"Nikki! Nikki! Don't make me spank you with spicy ricy nachos!"
Those were the last words I heard. After that I heard silence, rather I heard the lack of sound there was nothing. It was a dark soundless void. I burrowed deep within it not wanting to leave, hoping it kept me safe. The last thing I tasted and felt, his warm gooey love sauce and the throbbing pain of my own head.
I hoped and I prayed this was not a dream. If my meeting with sausage daddy turned out not to be true, my life would be over. If it wasn't, I savored some of his sausage grease in my mouth. I will put his cum in a jar when I get the chance, then I would sniff it all day long. That all banked on this not being a dream.
When I awoke I was covered in many different things. Salsa to potato chip crumbs, taco shells to roast beef. Almost if someone had eaten over top of my body. Upon looking around I realized I was home. My heart began to sink. I was in my bed, at home, I passed out in the restaurant... Unless it was a dream. I sniveled and tried to hold back the tears. My eyes flooded however and streams of salty droplets rained from my eyes. Then from the abyss my heart was sinking into came hope. That smell... Cheap cologne, hair gel, and grease. The water was running in the shower. Like a lion locked onto its prey I dove off my bed, sprinted to the bathroom swung open the door. My eyes widen in disbelief. He was actually hear in my room... GUY FEIRI. He put on his flame covered bowling shirt. He just took a shower in my room. I made sure to lick every drop of water out of the shower later. For now however I was drooling in delight. I slurped my slimy saliva at I looked at his beard. He looked up from the menial task of buttoning up his shirt, a task a slave like me could do, with a big smile.
"Nikki sweetheart how are you? After that crazy ride to Flavortown I was afraid you were dead." He burped each word each breath smelling of pickles and pepperoni.
"Wait so... We really mashed meats?" I quietly gasped. It was no dream it was a reality.
"Mashed meats? Nikki we pulverized our privates!" He laughed aloud causing my face to tint of pink.
He kneeled down on one leg and smiled up at me. From his back pocket he produced a half eaten onion ring and held it up to me.
"Nikki will you marry me?" As he smiled I could see bits of spinach in his teeth.
It didn't stop me from tearing. A weird rush of emotions ruled over me. I knees shook under my own weight, my arms trembled as I tried to hold them to my mouth. Salty tears slid down my face over my hands and dropped onto the time flooring. With overwhelming enthusiasm I nodded my head. His grin grew even bigger and he ate the ring.
After that it's been 6 long years. Everyday of every year was spent in flavor town. We have 8 kids no each named after my Hubby's favorite food. It's just my Feiri and me.
But sometimes when I'm feeling naughty I have an affair with my body pillows.
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Guy Fieri and the Fieri in My Heart
Fiksi PenggemarI remember first seeing him on tv. His golden bleached spikes. His flaming Hawaiian shirt. That sexy scruffy beard. My heart felt as if it was being ripped out of my chest. It was not a feeling of pain but rather need. I needed to see him in person...
