




this short series is dedicated to a fond memory of some of the hottest sex I ever had...how it had started in the kitchen while I was cooking dinner with my partner. The kind of sex where you fear you might tear your lover apart. Not rough or filthy...just raw and hungry. Bare ass on countertop, fingers gripping flesh, gyrating hips, hands chöking throat. ...memories like these make it impossible to see *certain cooking accoutrement* in any other context 😏