Day 3, and I actually thought that I wasn't going to be able to do it. With a sinus headache/migraine team ganging up on me all day, I really thought that neither of the prompts would work. And then I took another look at the prompts… and the perv that I am, even ill…. thought the same thing I thought last night when seeing the prompts the first time.

Fingerfood …… = SEX!

You all know I'm a perv by now, so this shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. This is what my 20 minutes of writing conjured up today (thought it's the first time I've actually only spent the 20 minutes on it)

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Creative Original
Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Idea Completion: What is the first thing your imagination sees when reading the phrase "finger foods"? Paint the scene with words.

Beyond my blindfolded eyes, I felt the warm chocolate-covered strawberry running slowly along my lips.

He was teasing me.

"Bite," he whispered softly, close enough to my head that I could feel his breath fanning over my skin.

My teeth pierced through the chilled fruit beneath the warm coating, followed shortly by his lips taking my bottom one between them, removing every last trace of chocolate from it.

I wanted to touch him, to reciprocate, to pull him to me and beg him to claim me… but my hands were bound by soft silk scarves to the rails of the headboard of our bed.

This was his night. To cherish me, to play with me, to ravage me, or to simply torture me as he was right this very minute.

The best way to keep a marriage exciting? Spice up the sex life.

Not that the sex had ever really been bad between us, but he was a very tender lover, and not very adventurous.

A year ago, we'd been on the brink of divorce. Constant fights over the dissatisfaction we both felt from the marriage, more and more nights of sleeping in separate rooms, until we decided upon counseling as a last ditch effort to save our marriage.

And what we discovered astounded us both.

Each of us had very similar levels of frustrations, just with different perspectives. When asked if we still loved our spouse, we both unequivocally answered yes.

However…

My boredom with our sex life had come across to him as I was simply bored of him, that I had somehow fallen out of love with him and there was no spark between us anymore. It was the first time I had seen any form of powerful emotion other than anger from my husband since the day we got married.

His honest answer immediately sprung forth my own without any further prompting. That his disinterest in trying anything new told me that his desire for me had dimmed. Making love had become as much of a routine as wash/rinse/repeat, and he seemed content with that. There was no spontaneity between us, not even a random passionate kiss for no particular reason in the middle of the living room. Just small pecks when he left for work in the morning and when he got home, and after we finished making love, just before he rolled over and fell asleep.

Bottom line: We both loved each other too damn much to voice what was truly bothering us from the very beginning. It had festered and escalated into resentment for each other, and what had led us to those very chairs.

Our therapist suggested to my husband that he be the one to initiate the spontaneity for a change. That sex can happen anywhere at anytime, and by no means is it disrespecting your wife if it's outside the confines of the bedroom.

So I waited…

And I waited…

For three weeks, I waited.

Sure that he was never coming around, I stopped waiting.

Then one night as I was cooking dinner, I was leaning over the oven to pull the pan out when I felt his presence behind me, his arms sliding around my waist as I rose and his lips brushing against my neck.

"Smells good," he murmured against my skin.

"It's just popcorn chicken and fries," I replied, trying to appear unaffected and not raise my hopes, but this was the most attention I'd received from him in so long that my skin tingled from that one singular kiss.

"I wasn't talking about the food."

My breath caught in my throat at the deep rugged sound of his voice, and I slowly turned my head toward him. His darkened eyes met mine for just a moment before his lips claimed mine passionately.

We barely made it out of the kitchen and into the hall, our clothes shed along the way, and my husband… the gentle, tender lover… took me against the wall.

And it was exhilarating… for us both.

That night, we sat in the living room, wrapped in nothing but a blanket as we fed each other and talked. Really talked for the first time in as long as either of us could remember, discussing all the ways we could explore our sex life, and just each other.

And we've never been more in love.

Obviously, any couple can be inserted into the roles of that, so you can use your imaginations… I just didn't want to limit it to one couple or another, so left it as original :D And check it out.... NO HEARTFAIL AT THE END THIS TIME!!!! *fingers crossed* could be a good thing

Thanks again lovies!