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Hi, I'm an author on Kindle writing f/m tickling stories. From now until Monday, September 30th, my story Tickled by the Chubby Chef will be free to download. In it, the main guy hires a private chef to meal prep for him, only to find out she wants a taste of him and will use her tickling tongue to get it.
Tickled by the Chubby Chef
“You can tell a lot about a man by his taste in food. Picky eaters tend to be stubborn about more than their food. People who like sweets tend to be pretty sweet themselves.” She spooned the cream into a pastry bag.
“What does my taste in food say about me?” I asked.
“You’re a meat and potatoes kind of guy, who makes sure to eat his veggies and isn’t afraid to be an adventurous eater. You like your sweets, but I wouldn’t say you have a sweet tooth. I’d say you're a pretty traditional guy, but fairly open minded. You know what you like, but are always willing to try something new.” Twisting the pastry bag shut, Candy stepped around the kitchen island.
“Candy?” I asked, confused. The cake she was going to frost was cooling on the rack on the stove. It wasn’t anywhere near me.
“Don’t worry.” Candy placed a plump hand on my shoulder, and turned me so I was leaning back against the island. “I’m just going to get to learn your tastes a bit better. Find out how you like it.”
“How I like my desserts?” I asked, swallowing around the lump forming in my throat.
“How you like your Candy.” Candy winked at me before unbuttoning my shirt. She exposed my torso to the kitchen air and piped a swirl of whipped cream onto my stomach.
I sucked in a breath and fought to stay still. The fluffy cream weighed nothing against my skin, but my nerves still fluttered under the whisper light application.
Candy got on her knees, rubbing over my hips. Her plump cheeks dimpled as she smiled up at me. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I heard you moan,” Candy said before licking a stripe up my cream covered stomach.
My grip on the island counter was like iron as I held my breath. Candy licked languid stripes up my stomach. I could feel every bump of her tongue drag across my skin. It took all my self control not to react.
“Mmmmm,” Candy groaned. Her moan vibrated against my skin.
I couldn’t keep in the stuttered squeak that escaped me before I bit my lip to lock away the other noises that wanted to escape.
“Did you like that?” Candy asked as she lapped at my stomach.
“I, I-hee-” I whimpered and squirmed.
“You can let those moans out sweetie. You’re trembling so much when I’m barely touching you,” Candy said as she trailed her tongue along the edge of my belly button.
I whimpered, and covered my mouth with my hand. My stomach shivered under her tongue. It felt like every bump of her taste buds was stroking my nerves as they dragged over my skin, cleaning it of cream.
“Uh-uh.” Candy tutted. She grabbed my arm and pulled my hand away from my mouth. “Let me hear you.” With a smile sweeter than the cream covering my stomach, Candy dipped her tongue into my belly button.
I couldn’t muffle it any more. A giggle slipped out of my mouth.
Candy didn’t stop, instead dragging her tongue in a torturous swirl in my belly button until no trace of cream remained. I was still giggling helplessly when she finished. Her lips spread in a smile against my skin. “So, that’s why you were twitching so much.”
Read Tickled by the Chubby Chef here.
Tickled by the Chubby Chef
“You can tell a lot about a man by his taste in food. Picky eaters tend to be stubborn about more than their food. People who like sweets tend to be pretty sweet themselves.” She spooned the cream into a pastry bag.
“What does my taste in food say about me?” I asked.
“You’re a meat and potatoes kind of guy, who makes sure to eat his veggies and isn’t afraid to be an adventurous eater. You like your sweets, but I wouldn’t say you have a sweet tooth. I’d say you're a pretty traditional guy, but fairly open minded. You know what you like, but are always willing to try something new.” Twisting the pastry bag shut, Candy stepped around the kitchen island.
“Candy?” I asked, confused. The cake she was going to frost was cooling on the rack on the stove. It wasn’t anywhere near me.
“Don’t worry.” Candy placed a plump hand on my shoulder, and turned me so I was leaning back against the island. “I’m just going to get to learn your tastes a bit better. Find out how you like it.”
“How I like my desserts?” I asked, swallowing around the lump forming in my throat.
“How you like your Candy.” Candy winked at me before unbuttoning my shirt. She exposed my torso to the kitchen air and piped a swirl of whipped cream onto my stomach.
I sucked in a breath and fought to stay still. The fluffy cream weighed nothing against my skin, but my nerves still fluttered under the whisper light application.
Candy got on her knees, rubbing over my hips. Her plump cheeks dimpled as she smiled up at me. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I heard you moan,” Candy said before licking a stripe up my cream covered stomach.
My grip on the island counter was like iron as I held my breath. Candy licked languid stripes up my stomach. I could feel every bump of her tongue drag across my skin. It took all my self control not to react.
“Mmmmm,” Candy groaned. Her moan vibrated against my skin.
I couldn’t keep in the stuttered squeak that escaped me before I bit my lip to lock away the other noises that wanted to escape.
“Did you like that?” Candy asked as she lapped at my stomach.
“I, I-hee-” I whimpered and squirmed.
“You can let those moans out sweetie. You’re trembling so much when I’m barely touching you,” Candy said as she trailed her tongue along the edge of my belly button.
I whimpered, and covered my mouth with my hand. My stomach shivered under her tongue. It felt like every bump of her taste buds was stroking my nerves as they dragged over my skin, cleaning it of cream.
“Uh-uh.” Candy tutted. She grabbed my arm and pulled my hand away from my mouth. “Let me hear you.” With a smile sweeter than the cream covering my stomach, Candy dipped her tongue into my belly button.
I couldn’t muffle it any more. A giggle slipped out of my mouth.
Candy didn’t stop, instead dragging her tongue in a torturous swirl in my belly button until no trace of cream remained. I was still giggling helplessly when she finished. Her lips spread in a smile against my skin. “So, that’s why you were twitching so much.”
Read Tickled by the Chubby Chef here.
