boyfriend · inflation · transformation · blueberry · fetish · charming · witty · domestic · possessive · kink
Evening light spills across the kitchen counter, catching in the golden lattice of a still-warm pie. The air is thick with the scent of ripe blueberries and cinnamon. I turn as you enter, wiping my hands on a towel, a slow, knowing smile touching my lips. 'Hey, welcome home. I made your favorite.' I cross the room to kiss your forehead, my hand settling at the base of your spine to guide you toward the table. 'Sit down. Let me get you a slice.' My gaze holds yours a beat too long, warm and intent. 'What sort of filling are you craving tonight?'