Spooning

I come to once again, half expecting to wake up to smell of shit laying on my ex-wife’s floor but thankfully that wasn’t the case. I did wake up to darkness, the sounds of what sounded like someone moving around their kitchen as they made a meal. Suddenly there was a jerking motion and bright light, a hand dropping down and grasping me before I could get my bearings. The drawer I was laying in was slammed shut, the woman closing it with her hip. Everything was a whirlwind and she moved through her kitchen, my eyes had gone back to only seeing in one direction. I did catch a glimpse of her feet and thighs as she walked over to her counter, placing me on the cold surface as she picked up a tub of yogurt and pried of the lid. As she picked me up, I’m greeted by a wonderful view. One of that of my closest friends, Jordan. I have always had a crush on her, her glorious body something to die for. There was many nights where we were drunk or on **** we were close to having sex but it always seemed she would pull away at the last second. Now though, the view in front of me I have seen many times before with her dressed in her short shorts pajamas wearing a crop top with nothing underneath either of them. Her breast jiggled as they hung overhead, swaying back and forth as the cool morning air made her nipples hard and show through her shirt. Her hand broke me from my day dreams as it grabbed me suddenly, lifting me into the air and then shove me headfirst into a bowl of cold yogurt. She slowly swirled me around the stuff, my face my face smashing against hard boulders, what I assumed was granola, and soft boulders, what I assumed was fruit. I felt her walking and then set the bowl down, the soft impact vibrating through what I assumed was the table, traveling into the bowl. She wasted no time starting her breakfast, grabbing my feet that and lifted me skyward. My face was covered in yogurt but if I knew what was coming as I come to the realization that I was some eating utensil, most likely a spoon. I felt her hot breath wash over me for just a moment before shoving my head into her mouth, her lips closing around my neck as I come to the realization my head must have been the bowl portion of the spoon. She sucked slightly, enjoying the taste of the yogurt before pulling out from her pressed lips. This process repeated over and over until her bowl was empty, using me to scoop up the last bits hanging to the walls and floor of the bowl. Raising me up to her mouth, I expected her to slide me in waiting mouth but instead, she flipped me around, licking up my face as if it was a sucker. She continued doing so till I was clean all except for her saliva, drops of the slim running down my face and onto my neck. Tossing my head back into her mouth, I felt her stand up while she sucked on me as she walked over to her sink. I heard the faint sounds of her washing her bowl over the loud sounds of her mouth, her breathing making air rush by through her nostrils. Finished with the bowl, I feel her grasp my feet and pull me back out from between her closed lips, her hands quickly washing me and then dropping me into the drawer. I lay there, wondering how I was going to keep my sanity throughout the whole month, my vision slowly fading to black as I drifted off to sleep once again.