National Sticky Buns Day: Secrets and Sweet Temptations.

Irresistible and utterly cravable treat…

The scent of cinnamon and sugar hung heavy in the air, a delish promise of the sugary confections the day before National Sticky Buns Day. Aromas stirring cravings that couldn’t be ignored. My husband quietly observed my actions as he sat at the kitchen table, sipping on coffee while working on his new novel.

After I noticed that the typing had paused, I looked up at my husband. Only to find that he had lowered his glasses to the tip of his nose, staring with a lustful grin. Obviously, curiosity got the best of me. Thus, asking him what he was smiling about. Slowly, he pushed his spectacles back in place with his index finger. Then he proceeded to dictate portions of his novel while walking towards me. Then he placed his hands around my waist and caressed his lips on my earlobe.

“As I stared in awe, my heart pounded without control. That is when she paused to look at me and smiled. Picture this: a woman with a dusting of flour on her nose, sprinkles in her hair, wearing an apron tied around her waist, accentuating her curves. Furthermore, expertly mixed her sugar confections while humming softly. A display of pure and sweet domesticity…” Then he slowly ruffled up my skirt and kissed my neck…

National Sticky Buns Day came early this year!

Simultaneously, as the dough was rising, so was my husband’s cock. He slid his fingers down my panties and began to rub the wetness around my inner parts.

“Keep making the buns for tomorrow’s National Sticky Buns festival. Don’t stop moving your hands, or I will stop moving mine.” Sternly, he commanded, then slid his middle finger into my throbbing, wet hole.

Almost instantly, an orgasm took over my body, and my husband had to hold me while my knees buckled.

“Good girl, now spread your legs for me, oh, and don’t stop making your treats.” After he whispered that command, I could hear his belt undoing.

Slowly, I felt his manhood glide up and down my inner folds. After a few seconds of his hardness rubbing against me, he popped the head of his cock into me. Finally, I thought, I’m going to have him inside of me. However, he had another idea. After glazing his mushroom head, he took it out of my honey pot and pressed against my closed rose bud.

“It is National Sticky Buns Day after all, right, honey? You had your fun, now it’s my turn to make it sticky.” Then he pushed into my little button…

National Sticky Bunds Day should “cum” every day

First, he slid into me slowly while holding on to my waist. Secondly, he wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me into him. Thirdly, he kissed me on the back of my shoulders while bringing the top of my dress down under my breast. As a result of the cold air caressing my nipples, they hardened. He pinched and twisted them in between his fingers. Last of all, he commanded that I rub my swollen clitoris while he thrusted into my sticky bun center.

Faster and harder he thrusted into my buns, making my breasts vigorously bounce against gravity. He has not made love to me like this since our college days, when we went to a Mardi Gras parade.

The timer on the oven went off, and my husband pulled out of my buns, then said, “Happy National Sticky Buns Day, babe!” and proceeded to glaze my buns…

National Sticky Buns Day can be every day, with us…

My naughty reader, how about those buns? Imagine, this could be us. All you have to do is pick up that phone and dial, then allow me to bring you to some delicious domestic bliss.

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