strawberry jelly

Please note: The jelly referred to is the wobbly dessert eaten from a bowl, not the fruit jam which is often spread on bread. 'English' English is used here. Enjoy!

It was such a simple item sitting on the table before her hungry gaze, merely a small bowl of strawberry jelly. Dessert, that was all. Only dessert it might be, but did it arouse her fellow diners as it did her, or were they immune to its dark and sensual charms? If the dampness between her legs and the jolts of pleasure causing her upper thighs to twitch were anything to go by, she herself was not immune. But she already knew that.

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It seemed a lifetime ago that she and Margaret had shared that quiet dinner in her small apartment, the meal during which she had begun to understand the erotism surrounding all foods, an erotism embodied in this simple dessert. It was as they ate dessert, a strawberry jelly, that she'd seen a blissful smile cross Margaret's pretty face.

'What's making you so happy, my love,?' I asked.

'Jelly. I'm so close to coming right now...!' she laughed.

'How on earth can jelly get you turned on?', I said, giggling. We'd had a couple of glasses of a good Italian red by this stage and were feeling pretty silly, I suppose.

'Lsten to that hot sucking sound, a sort of squelch as you tease a spoonful out. Slowwwly. That's it. Sound familiar?' It sure did, just like the soft wet sounds you hear in a quiet room as you work yourself towards the peak. I was getting hot just at the thought of it!

'Now, just using your fingertip push gently against the top until your finger breaks through. What does it feel like?' Wow, the slight resistance then the sudden entrance, exactly the texture as your fingertip penetrates your girlfriends cunt. Or your own! Obviously the temperature was wrong but the texture and feel were the same. As I watched Margaret slide her fingertip in and out of her jelly I felt the wetness in my panties. She smiled, the luscious red tip of her skillful tongue just showing between her lips. My wide eyed expression must have said it all. 'Really works, doesn't it?' We both laughed.

'Well,' she said, 'I think the plums are about ready.'

'Plums?' I asked.

Work in progress, more to follow.