Under The Closet

Self s*x On The Kitchen Stove

Self s*x On The Kitchen Stove

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Robert likes to cook – if I let him. Not that I always want to cook for us, no, I’m really happy when my Robi is at the stove preparing something for us. But when my lover cooks, it’s very different than standing by the stove myself. Robi does not cook as well as I do. Anyway, Robi told me how well I, his Julia, can cook for us. And he is right.

Robi cooks the simpler dishes, as he finds them in the cookbook. He cooks differently than me, he cooks like a man: according to fixed rules, as they are in the cookbook or – as Robi would say – according to a fixed principle that should not be given up, because “the publisher already has the right thoughts have made”. And why should my Mr. Robi deviate from it? It generally tastes not bad what Robi cooks, but not as good as what I prepare for ourselves.

Well, today Robi is at the stove and I’m sitting behind him at the kitchen table on the stool. It is not easy to sit relaxed on the stool. It’s not easy to sit on the stool like a lady, because my skirt, with legs crossed over one another, pushes up a good deal and shows more of me than I would allow others to see my robe. With my Robi I do not need to be a lady, I let my legs dangle and so it is much easier to sit down, a little sunk in, but it works.

While Robi is standing at the stove, I chat about this and that in his back. I live up to such conversations. Finally, I can talk the way I like it. I can chat wonderfully while my Robi works incessantly on the stove and mostly silent. I sit on my stool, my elbow resting on the table. I take a sip of wine, the heat rushes through me, I’m fine and I can see Robi’s back, still stirring in his bowl: “What are you doing right now?”

Silence. “Huhu, what are you doing right now?” Still silence. When I ask something, I do not like to be left without an answer, even if it might just be a growl.

“Huuuuhuuuu, Herrrr Rrrroberrrt, what are you doing right now?”

“You, I can not talk now, I have to concentrate!”

Oh yes, my Mr. Robi has to concentrate and therefore can not talk! But if I’m standing where my Mr. Robi is stirring anything in a bowl right now, he’s asking me the same way, and he’s not paying any attention to whether or not I need to concentrate. With my Mr. Robi, everything is really different! He has to concentrate on his culinary art and can not even answer me.

I’ll take another sip of wine and be silent too. Should that spoil my good mood? I would find it more beautiful if I chatted and Robi listened to me, even when he is busy. My Robi does not need to answer while I tell. It is enough if I have the feeling that he could listen to me.

“Sorry, I just could not answer, I might have messed our food!”

“So ……. what are you cooking for us nice?” Actually, I already suspect it, because I saw it with the ingredients. But I want to know it from myself.

“Yes …. I got a monkfish and I will steam it in a herb coat in the oven with rice and vegetables.

You have already seen it “.

I have.

“And what are you doing for dessert?” I challenge my robi quite nicely, right?

Robi thinks for a while, then he says: “Oh you know, I think that we should first wait, if we are still hungry after eating ……”

“Maybe not hungry, but appetite !!” I say with some emphasis. Robi just should not shirk the responsibility: “Well, what about our dessert?”

“I could …… yes, maybe we could …… a mixed ice cream …..?

“Robi ……. mixed ice cream !! Please: is not it still a bit easier?”

Robi is silent, he’s probably taken aback. So I say, “Robi ……. do not blame me, you know that I really like sweets … and I’m also happy about an ice cream … Yesterday I just got this kibble ice cream. I think it’s delicious …. you can serve that. “

Robi seems reconciled: “OK, my dear Julia, you are a golden angel.”

I get up from my stool and hug Robi from behind: “You’re my darling !!” I press my cheek against Robi’s back as I wrap my arms around him.

Robi is buzzing like a little bear and that sounds very dull with my ear on Robi’s back. I realize that Robi is really reconciled.

And the best thing is that it smells good now. It irritates my senses. I feel great. And I feel like joking: “You say, darling, you say that love is special about the stove, because it’s unusual, what do you think?”

I sit back on my stool and bump my legs in what I call a provocative position. Robi keeps silent with his back on me. My Mr. Robi has so much to do. I have to go into a bit more detail: “You, tell me, I’ve read the other day that there are some young couples cooking around the stove, here and there, of course, standing up!”

Silence. “Robi, I’ve got you looking for something.”

“Yes, I know, I really can not right now, but you can tell me, I’ll listen.”

Well, if my Mr. Robi is too busy, I will talk to him, even if he does not answer. Life can be so nice when my Robi is cooking and I can enjoy a glass of wine while doing so.

“Well, well, I’ve read that love is at the hearth ….. weird, why do people always say ‘love’ when they mean ‘s*x’, love is far more comprehensive than s*x, but we already have that Spoken, is not my love? …… They write that love at the hearth – so s*x – only for the beautiful, who is not at the stove, what do you mean? “

I’m not waiting for Robi’s answer: “Look, if I wanted to make love to you now, I mean if I want to have s*x with you, because I love you, so if I wanted to take you now, that would not work Does love at the hearth always only apply to women when they are standing by the stove because they are … well, because the man could only take them from behind …..? “

“You, I can not think about that now, I have to concentrate!”

Can not my master, Robert, once find a completely different answer when I discuss something important with him? Why does not he jump to this topic, where I can always approach him on this – our – topic? Anyway, I give up trying to get his answers and take the line of conversation in my own hands.

The wine inspires my thoughts and I become more courageous if even Robi can not respond to my questions: “It’s just that I call you …. just to give you an example …. I could not take you, if you like standing on the stove now, you could not continue to cook, while the other way around …. when I’m at the stove …..? ….. Unless ….?

A screaming thought shoots through my head, making me dizzy. But, what did I just say? Was it right, what I meant to say with the role reversal? It would be right if I ….. no, my Robi on the stove ….. why Robi? I’ll let it be.

Is it the wine or is it my fantasies that inspire me? Anyway, it’s a nice feeling for me anyway. All I have to do is bring my robi so far that the evening will be stimulating for both of us.

“Robi, what would you say if I took you now?”

Silence. Once again this famous, industrious silence. Then my Robi grumbles, still bent over his bowl: “You, for your jokes, I have now no time! I work for us and you sip your wine.” This is women’s lust against male frustration, if you already want to know. … tell me, what did you just say, what should I do? “

“You should not do anything.”

“And why did you ask me something then?”

It makes me a bit queasy when I see my Robert so serious, while I feel so light: “I did not really ask you anything.”

“Julia, Julia, did not you just ask me what I would do if you took me?” And after a short break: “You may be a fraud, asked about nothing and said nothing!”

This rascal, first he does so innocently and then he has heard everything I asked him. It makes me easier.

“You, Robi …..?”

“Joooo …..”

“Oh nothing”. I take a good sip of wine. Do I drink too much? If I have something in mind with my Robi?

If my Robi drinks wine and we still have something in common, I do not want him to drink too much. How was that before and at the beginning of our marriage to s*x? The first glass of wine Robi was very funny, the second rather behave, the third glass he became monosyllabic, then sleepy and …… finally we had to go to sleep, otherwise nothing happened.

I lay awake next to my Robi, who was asleep under an anesthetic, a little annoyed at the missed opportunity my fire could have soothed. It tingled in my lap, I know why that is, but Robert sleeps. What does a woman do when a man can not?

I stop thinking and find my way back to the kitchen, rudely awakening from my memories.

“You, where are you with your thoughts, you asked me something.” Robi has turned to me and looks down at me.

What should I answer? What?

“You just started with:” ‘You Robi …?’ What did you want to ask me? “

“Oh, yes …. yes, you know ….. yes, so love at the stove, yes, actually s*x at the stove …. is that an issue for you men?”

“I do not know how other men think about it, but I for my part …. I think so.”

“What …. already, what does that mean …. what does ‘you think so?’

Now my Robi comes to think: “I think I could enjoy it.”

“In your opinion, who’s on the stove when you want to have fun?”

“I think …. you. How should it be different?”

Robi has no imagination. I’ll give him that fantasy: “It’s different, too.

I get up, grab my robe from behind on my hip and lean my head back against his back: “That’s how it works!”

Robert laughs: “What do you mean by that?”

I do not say anything, push my hands further up to his stomach and then let my hands slowly slide down from his belly and towards the middle: “See, that’s the way it works!”

Robi gets serious again, too serious for my project: “Julia! …. Darling! ….. I can not now! When should we get something to eat?”

“Oh, you …” I slurp Robi in the back. Then I break away from him and sit back on my stool. I’m just wide-legged sulking.

“Julia, you …. look, I’m going to finish the fish so far that I can put it in the oven, the rice will be ready in half an hour and the vegetables are ready anyway, then we could ….. before dinner ….. if you want …..? “

My mood lifts again: “Good, my dear man ….. I can.”

Robi laughs softly: “Good, my dear Julia …… I ……. yes …. what is it?”

“Nothing, not necessary, I’m fine.” I am sipping my glass.

Robi turns back to the stove, fetching a casserole from the cupboard, adding some flakes of butter, rubbing them and placing the fish on the bottom of the jar. Then he pours the mysterious spice mixture, which he had stirred so intimately, over the fish, closes the casserole with the lid and pushes it into the oven. Robi straightens up.

“Do not you have to preheat him?” I get up and embrace my sweetheart with his right hand from the front around his stomach, with his left I stroke his butt.

Robi smiles: “I do not know who you mean. Do you want to preheat the oven, or ….?

Now it’s tangled in me again. Julia, are not you ashamed? No? Really not?

No! I let my hand slide down from Robis Po and push her from behind between Robi’s legs forward. Robi says nothing, but spreads his legs a bit, I have enough space. I play through his pants gently with Robi’s eggs. Then I stroke again Robis Po.

“Do you mean to preheat?” Robert cooates deeply. That’s the way I like it.

“Yes …. that’s preheating,” I say softly, snuggling against Robi’s back.

My right hand wanders gently and slowly over Robi’s stomach, very carefully down. I notice a little. I want to know how far my Robi is and push my right hand even further. That’s what I’m looking for, the resistance to my hand. He, who offers the resistance, presses firm yet elastic against my hand. I imagine how big and plump Robis p***s already is and ask: “Robi, honey, how do you want it now?” I’m rocking Robi’s p***s through my pants.

“Darling ….. it’s wonderful with you, keep it up, I …….” Robi is silent and moans softly.

I want to know now how it is right. I open Robis pants, fingers through his panties, which is not easy in this tight and ….. and then I have him, pull a little tighter than usual and carry Robi’s dearest friend into the open air.

I bend down, clutching Robis tight p***s with his right hand, loosen me from Robis Po and now drive with his left hand from behind Robi’s legs. I know that Robi likes that.

“You, Julia ….. can you take my pants off? It’s much nicer … without them.”

“I can, darling.” I open the belt of the pants, let them slide down, Robi gets out of the pants legs, I see Robi’s c**k in a panty powerful stand out. Then the decision is made. I slip Roberts slip over his butt off, which is not so easy, then the slip falls to the floor. Robi gets out of the openings and I push Robi’s clothes away from the stove with my feet.

“You, Robi Mouse ….?”

“Yes …?”

“How do you feel?”

“Do you see how I feel?”

I see it on his bulging stand: “You, Robilein …”, I almost do not know how gentle I am, “I’ll make it nice for you now, you can lean on the stove, so you do not bless me but pay attention to where the plates are still warm !! “

My Robert is silent. He supports himself at the side of the stove, his pelvis is stretched backwards, I can perfectly embrace Robi’s plump desire with his right hand and play with his left hand from below with his balls.

Then I begin to slowly massage Robi’s staff, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I notice how my bosom has gotten wet, I can forget my panties for this evening.

Then I notice how Robi’s c**k tip is going slippery under my hands, the clear, longing juice runs over the back of my hand. I distribute Robi’s clear juice around his sturdy stand, which throbs in wonderful strength. I’m watching this spectacle. Robi moans and I listen to him with lust.

“You ……. is it nice for you?” I ask softly.

“Yeah, you do it really well … rub ‘a bit more.”

I move my hollow hand rhythmically back and forth, with a light touch, without strength, but not too slow. Robis sturdy lad lies well in my hand. I realize how firm he is. Firm, firm and elastic. Impact and elastic, I still love those words.

Robi leans forward with his upper body, pulling his pelvis a little further back from the stove. I rub Robi’s stand very lightly and tickle from behind Robis testicles with my fingernails, then gently squeeze his balls, let loose, then I take her in the palm of my hand and press it a little harder, let it go again, stroking his balls, take she again in the hollow hand and slowly press harder until Robi moans: “Ooooo ….. oooouuuh … that’s good ….. do it again …. it’s so beautiful!”

I do what suits my Robi.

Then after a while he says, “Do you know what I’m thinking about?”

How should I know that? Robi is silent.

Then I say softly, “You say so.”

“Well ….. I’m just thinking about it …. that you …. you and Andreas …. that Andi would probably like it too, if you ….. make it as nice to him as me . “

What does my Robi say? I start to glow. Does my Robi mean what I have so often imagined when I felt really good? Is that what Hanna and I already wished for?

And now of all my Robischatz starts from it. I feel dull in the stomach when I hang this thought. Outrageous, what could result if my Robi already imagines something like that !!

“Why do not you say anything, are you angry with me?” Robi looks at me from above. I stop with the jacking off. I have to catch myself again, then I say softly: “Would you like it ….. like to see …. want to be there, as I get it Andreas?”

Robi avoids: “You would certainly do it to him as well as me ….. maybe even …. to ….”

“Yes …. to? …… to what?”

Typically again my Mr. Robi. First he starts with a thought, then he completes it through me and finally I stand there as the one who has stimulated all this. Not with me. Not at all. I want Robi to tell me his story, our story with Andreas.

So I ask my Robert directly, but with my own gentleness, when it comes down to it: “What do you imagine, tell me what you imagine, it excites me, you know it, and I can continue to stroke you . “

Robi is looking for words. I’ll make it easier for him to put my own dreams into his words. I’m going to make my Robimäuschen think it’s his thoughts he’s saying. And I know how to get Robi’s flow of thought going.

My grip on Robis Luststab is firmer, I masturbate him now, as my darling does to himself, if I may watch him. I milk Robi’s c**k, forming a not very tight ring between my thumb and forefinger at the root of the p***s, then pull the foreskin under the ring handle forward over the glans, without hesitating with the slight pressure, hold it for a moment, push the foreskin back slightly so that the ring of my fingers lies around the bare glans. At the top of the glans I take the juice in the ring of the two fingers and push very slowly – this time without pressure – the moist ring over the now completely bare glans back as far as possible.

Robi whines with pleasure. He should be too. I want to tease Robi so much that he finds the words I want to hear. Right now.

I drive with the ring of the two fingers back to the p***s root, increase the pressure only slightly, the foreskin is relaxed at the root of the p***s, but Robi’s stand is when pulling back my ring quite taut, plump and red, then I slide back slowly back to the glans ,

Now I stroke my Robi as only I can, as I mean. I turn my right hand so that the back of my hand is pointing upwards. With a ring that I formed from the thumb and forefinger of my right hand, I enclose the hollow directly behind the glans and do not pull the ring too hard. My palm encloses in this handle the juicy, plump acorn. Then I turn this ring handle – without letting go with the slight pressure – in the glans around the Pimmelachse right and back to the left, then back to the right and back to the left, to the right and back to the left, all around the p***s, always again! My palms glide around the dripping wet glans in the same rhythm. That’s the itch that only I can give my robi. And so my Robi whines under the infinite itching, Robi whines and writhes in excruciating lust. I’m relentless when my Robi moans, I should stop, he can not stand the itching anymore, it’s so intense.

I do not seem to hear it, and I continue my undisguised rotation. I now increase the itching by pushing the ring handle a little further forward against the glans and strengthening my rotation with the palm around the glans. That’s the sheer pleasure !! I can only continue this game for a little while, because Robi literally squirms and finally moans loudly. Robi can not take it anymore now and pushes my hand away: “Juliaaaaaa ……….. Schaaatz …… Schaaaaatz ……. I can not anymore ….. … it itches outrageously …. I really can not do it anymore !! “

I detach myself from Robi’s eggs and embrace Robi’s stand from the front with my left hand, pulling the foreskin back as far as possible until the glans is quite taut and shiny in front of me. Then I circle with the index finger of my right hand, the glans tip only very gently, with barely noticeable pressure. Finally, I dedicate myself to Robis Löchlein, which I rub lightly with my soaking-up forefingers.

Robi moans and whines again: “Julia …… honey …. that’s so beautiful ….. ooooooh …… haaaa ….. hach ….. och .. …. och …. haaaaaa haaaa ….. keep going … I can not stand it anymore ….. it’s so beautiful! “

Now I have my robi where I need him. I slow down the pleasure of my finger: “What do you imagine …… if I …… if you …… if I Andreas …..?

I raise Robis Lust again to help his thoughts: “What am I doing with Andreas ….. when you’re at it?”

Robi gasps: “I see …. like you ….. like you ….. like Andi is lying on his back ….. you have his …. tight p***s …. you kneel next to him …… and teases him ….. Juliaaaaaa …….. I can not anymore …. I come …… !! “

“No, wait!” I stop with rubbing: “What am I doing?”

“Darling, you can think it …. move on, please!”

“I have another idea, come on, let’s go to the bathroom, where you can c*m better.”

The love at the stove is not as nice as it is said, and in the bathroom it is safer. For both of us.

I pull myself from Robi, take him by the hand, he follows me without contradiction across the hall and through the bedroom to the bathroom. There I take Robi off completely. Even so, Robi remains silent.

“Come, stand by the sink, I can see you in the mirror while I tickle you!”

I can start my game back where I left off, Robi’s best friend is still almost unchanged in attitude as I’ve just seen him in the kitchen.

Robi holds on to the sink, leans forward, his pleasure rod protrudes over the edge of the sink. I am satisfied that nothing can happen now. It would have been unthinkable if Robi had hosed on the stove !!

I circle Robi’s glans with light pressure on my right palm. Robi moans and I have to start again: “Robilein, you can now imagine something beautiful while I make you want to tell me what I …. what we do …. with Andi …. “

My God, that’s difficult when I want to know something about Robi’s fantasies, my fantasies. It could only do us both good if we have something in common. I would already want to tell my Robi what I think more often when I’m alone.

Finally Robi frees himself from his thoughts: “Are you not angry with me afterwards?”

As if that could happen !! “No ….. it makes me tick … tell me what I’m doing with Andi!”

I circle Robis acorn with the slightest movements of my right hand, I do not want that Robi already squirts. I see Robi’s face in the mirror. It’s different, it’s different than when I see it directly. And his face is not only changed by the desire. It’s changed, because my Robi does not have the same face halves. Somehow Robi looks alien to me in the mirror as I delve into that face. Should I? I would then with some imagination a strange-looking man, whom I love, can bring to the highest desire. An inspiring thought.