With some of the speculation on the forums as to what is a true story and what's a fantasy, and since I almost always post fantasy, I thought I'd post a real event. A true story.

A few things occur to me about why I love recounting this story. First is that my girfriend at the time wasn't a WAMmer, and wasn't into pies. She was into other kinks (imagine role play, spanking, that category of play), but didn't get any rise out of pie play. But, in the end, she loved what we did together and had a great time, and got off not because of the messy play but because of the play, in general, by itself, and because of the personal connection we had and love for giving each other pleasure that satisfied both of our desires (and needs).

A note: the dialogue is as I remember it, and I'm certain that some of it was different. Some things we said, though, are indelible in my mind!

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I'd been renting a house up in the hills, and while the house was small and dated back almost one hundred years, the back yard was modern and, most importantly, private. It was also fit out with an outdoor shower, open to the elements. Slate tile, a wide "rain" shower-head, with modern architectural controls placed on the sole slate-tile wall that served the plumbing and stability.

It was late morning, the day was beautiful and already very warm. I'd just been tending to the vegetable garden I'd planted along the far fence, and had just thrown my sweaty clothes into the house and turned on the shower when my girlfriend arrived. Lets call her "S".

S came around back just as I was testing the temperature of the water. She saw me naked by the shower, and darted up to smack me on my bare behind with both hands. "Gotcha! Naked tush!", she said.

I kissed her and asked her to join me. She eagerly agreed, and while I watched she took off her clothes somewhat seductively (she later told me that as soon as she saw me naked by the shower, she wanted to strip off immediately and join me).

After I complimented her tits and the rest of her body, and she complimented my ass and arms and chest and "beautiful penis" (pro tip: compliments will get you everywhere), and we talked and had our hands all over each other, and various other things not relevant to this story but cute and sensual and sexy nonetheless, I told her that because we were going out that evening, I needed to shave, and that she could help.

I was definitely setting us up for shaving cream play, and wanted to just let things happen naturally. I hadn't told her about my desire for pie play yet, but I'd come clean (ha ha) about some of my other kinks (none of which involve feet or clothing).

So again she agreed eagerly, and grabbed a can of shaving cream from the box. We had a box of 12 cans because we'd gone shopping at the warehouse club, so it wasn't' a dead-giveaway. We'd also purchased six bottles of hair conditioner, for example but as far as either of us knew, we didn't have a conditioner kink.

She shook the can, and popped the plastic cover off. She pressed the button to put a little shaving cream in her hand, and looked at it. She then surprised, and delighted me, by pantomiming spraying shaving cream all over my body.

She made a "Pssshhhhhhhhhhh" sound while she pretended to do it.

I was probably beaming by now. I said, "Why don't you press the button? See what happens?"
So, she considered for a moment, and that's exactly what she did, sending a stream of shaving cream up and down my chest, arms, and crotch. It wasn't for long, just a few seconds. She cracked up laughing and offered to shave my whole body. I declined the offer, and she admitted that she preferred me manly anyway.

Unprompted, she then smeared the shaving cream all over my torso with her hand. "Ooh, I like this!", she said. I took some cream in my hands and started to smear it on her body, slick on her very smooth, pale skin.

She was still holding the shaving cream in her hand, and this time she pretended to smash it all over my face, as if she was smashing a pie. This time, she made a sound like "Shhpk!"

She then said, "Naw, I couldn't do that, you'd be mad. But it's tempting, oh so tempting!"

I told her I would, in fact, not be mad, that'd I think it'd be funny, cute, and very fun. And, with her in that moment, extremely sensual and sexy. Play, for us, always was. But if she was going to splat me with shaving cream like a pie, then instead of a handful of shaving cream why not just make a real big pie and give me a full-on pie in the face?

I can't forget her expression at hearing me say that her mouth was agape in pleased surprise, and her face looked delighted with the idea. Her eyes sparkled! But she demurred, saying, "Are you sure? It's shaving cream! Yuk! Maybe with a real pie, I'd think about it, I'd be tempted. I wouldn't say no!"

I said, "I bet you would, especially if I said something dumb in role-play like 'Give me a pie'."

We continued to slide our lathery hands all over each other as we talked. She said, "I think that you want to get a pie in the face."

I replied, "I think that you want to pie me! First the 'pshhhhht' and then the 'Shpk!'".

She shrugged and said it was in the moment, and I told her the moment was still happening.

We spent a little more time enjoying our hands on each other, when she grinningly asked, "Where are the paper plates?"

I told her, and she dashed into the kitchen and back with a few of the wide, heavy paper picnic plates she'd found. She still had her can of shaving cream, and while she'd been in the kitchen I took a can from the box.

She pressed the button and poured shaving cream onto the plate. I did the same. As the pie grew, we both remarked "Oh my god!", and laughed. Once it was complete, it was a ridiculously large pie.

I asked, "Big enough for you?"

She shook her head in disbelief, but held the pie in the flat of her hand. She asked, "So, you want this pie?"

I replied, "Yes, I want that pie."

"Are you sure you want this pie? This pie right here?"

"Yep. I want it."

"You really want it?", she teased.

I nodded. "Yes. Do you want to give it to me?"

She said, "Now that you mention it, yes, I do. More and more, as we keep doing this! But are you sure?"

I said, "Hell yes!"

"So I should just give you this pie?"

I said, "Yes, you should. I think you should just let me have it."

This cracked her up into laughter, again. "That's so corny!" And, after giving a long and happy sigh, she said, "Pie in the face!"

And she pied me, and smeared the crazy great amount of shaving cream all around my head, down my body, and to my crotch, leaving the plate stuck there.

She laughed, she really broke up into laughter. "Are you OK?", she asked.

I said, "Perfect! That was fun"

She agreed, "Yes it was! Oh, so happy you asked for that! I can get used to this! Sorry to tell you but I really enjoyed that!"

She really did enjoy herself, and we spent the next hour in the outdoor shower playing with the shaving cream, getting each other covered in slippery lather. It became almost impossible to get a grip on anything, but we slid all over each other in a wildly arousing way. I did pie her, but she didn't like it at all and washed off her face almost immediately.

But after this happened, she loved to pie me in our role play or in the shower and bath, mainly she said because I loved it so much, and the role-play part of it for her was erotic, knowing that when it was all done, I'd spank her or paddle her for giving me a pie in the face. While we dated I got pied at least twice a week, we both got our role-play kinks on, and she got her spankings and paddling equally as frequently.

(Her favorite was with a homemade meringue-cream pie that made a hell of a mess, and stuck to me like glue. She laughed so hard that she gave herself the hiccups and took a long while to stop laughing. Probably one of the most fun times naked we'd ever had.)

In the end, it wasn't about the kinks or fetishes, it was about us, our connection, and joy in playtime together.

[EDITED: I removed the sad post-script! Nice to keep this a happy blog post! --PW]