Tom sprawled naked upon the countertop. Catherine rummaged through the house looking for a length of twine. She glanced at her watch nervously: at any moment the doorbell might ring. She found the twine and quickly bound Tom's legs before dipping both hands in the melted butter.
“Derrick,” she shouted.
“Yeah?”
“Can you open the oven? It's time to get the turkey in.”
“Derrick,” she shouted.
“Yeah?”
“Can you open the oven? It's time to get the turkey in.”
lmfao!! zomg I can't stop laughing xD This is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHa ha. That's the best I can do.
DeleteTimely!
ReplyDeleteI can think or more than a few Toms that needed buttering over the years.
Thanks for the giggle!
Thanks for reading!
DeleteThis is awesome. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I knew I wanted to participate, but...
Deleteindeed - yummo!
ReplyDeleteI like the way we both went with food.
DeleteFunny! I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThat's about as racy as I get.
DeleteI'm still deciding whether I'm going to enter my story but couldn't resist trolling around. And I had to comment. I thought you were going for an S&M thing but twine struck me as too flimsy. Nice twist on the prompt. I love this!
DeleteThanks - Just couldn't go any further than this.
DeleteHilarious. You got me with your tomfoolery!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteLOL!!!!! A comic image would have been perfect! LOL!
ReplyDeleteWhen I'm in an embarrassing situation, I find it's best to go with humor.
DeleteHappy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteI guess that even cooking a turkey can be erotic...all depends on your mindset ;)
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