So Im back with my old boyfriend, Stephen. Wed been dating for three years when I called a break. Truth is, I wasnt sure that I wanted to fuck him anymore. Hes such a genuine, nice guy and so genuine and nice in the bedroom
I remember one Christmas he made the hugest of trifles; a bowl large enough to submerge an entire head in. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to dunk my head in it, mercilessly smashing my face through layers of cream and custard down to the jelly, before fishing out a sponge finger to ram up my vagina. He blushed a little and asked if I was sure I wouldnt rather *eat* the trifle. Sigh.
But it seems I just love him too much for us to be apart. I keep telling myself that it doesnt matter that he prefers eating dessert to fucking in it. Each to their own. And besides, hes certainly getting more creative
We were taking a walk in a park on Saturday, when I spotted a set of wooden stocks. I must have shown some signs of pleasure just looking at them, because Stephen leant in close to my ear and said you want me to put you in those, dont you?
And my word did I! The thought of having my head and hands held firmly in place, knowing that some delightfully humiliating form of punishment would be coming, would be inevitable I got wet just thinking about it.
In my fantasy, Im wearing nothing but a lacy blue strapless bra and matching knickers, feeling exposed having so much flesh on show, but not being able to use my hands to protect my modesty. My breasts are probably looming out of the tops of the bra cups in the awkward bent position the stocks are forcing me into. But I can do nothing about it. I am completely at his mercy.
He teases me with a huge banoffee pie, circling it under my chin for what seems like hours. I want to plunge my face down into the thick, creamy mess, but my neck is held firmly in place. I want it so badly. I want to feel that cream enveloping my whole face and turning me into a delicious mess. But he walks away from me, round to the back of the stocks where I cant see what hes going to do.
Then I feel a sudden burst of coldness in my knickers as the pie is roughly forced down the front of them. His hands work all the creaminess and stickiness into my most private places through the lacy fabric. Im both horrified and delighted that this is happening. I can feel chunks of crust brushing my clitoris and I can barely breathe for the sensation it causes.
Im still in awe of what is happening, when my head is swallowed up by a banoffee pie sandwich. He really twists and grinds it into my face and hair, not wanting to waste a drop of the cream or leave a single spot of me clean. He knows I want to be an unrecognisable mess, and hes determined to make this happen.
He pours thick sticky toffee sauce over my head and I can feel it matting into my hair and dribbling down the back of my neck, making me shudder in delight. The rest of the sauce goes down the back of my knickers, adding to the sticky pleasure that is already developing there.
Youre enjoying this too much, he tells me. The stocks are meant to be for punishment.
I laugh and writhe my legs together to make the most of the gorgeous mess in my knickers. He takes a bucket from behind me, I cant see what is inside it, but Im hoping beyond all hope that it will be really thick and sloppy.
Im in luck. Its butterscotch pudding, and it falls in huge globs over my head. Drip after drip pours down my hair and my face, but so slowly and viscously that I can savour every single second. Im lost in pleasure when I feel my bra being ripped off and pudding massaged into my breasts. He squirts whipped cream into his hands and goes back for another feel. I couldnt be more aroused. I love the feeling of whipped cream against my bare flesh.
Then my knickers come down. He takes them off and uses them to gag me as he massages even more whipped cream between my legs and into all the places where I love it to go. He even squirts some straight up inside me, and Im lost in the pleasure of being a sticky mess inside and out

Sadly, the park was too full of small children for this to actually happen. I really dont fancy being arrested for public indecency, not after the incident with the dog walker (thats another story altogether!). Maybe well have to invest in our own set of stocks.