Lori
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     She takes a cucumber from the refrigerator and peels it.
     I'm in the bedroom, lying on my stomach, my arms stretched out
so that none of my sunburn touches the mattress. She walks into the
room and stands over me, cucumber and short chef's knife in hand,
her hair falling over her face.  Her skin is dark, it never burns. 
Grr.
     I begin to roll over, but she says, "Don't move."
     She bends her body over me, bringing the knife and cucumber up
near my face.  She kisses me once on the lips, then cuts off the
tip of the cucumber and pops it in my mouth.  I chew and swallow
quickly, and with relish.  She starts to cut round slices off the
cucumber, as thin as she can manage.
     "Do you want them?" She asks.
     "Yes."
     "What do you say?"
     "Please."
     "You'll have to do better than that."
     "Please, mistress."
     "You still sound grumpy.  I don't think you mean it."
     "Oh, mistress, please, grace me with your cucumber slices.  I
can hardly stand being without them.  I'm aching for your lovingly
carved cucumber.  Please, please, I beg you, bestow upon me your
cucumber, so carefully prepared.  Lavish me with your cucumber
love."
     "Now you're getting snide.  But since you begged so prettily,
just this once...
     Don't move.  I'd hate to have to tie you down; the rope might
chafe your burns."
     And she starts to lay rows of cucmber slices down my sunburned
arms.  I stay as still as I can, but I still moan slightly.  The
cucumber soothes and cools my sunburn, better than any lotion or
spray.  I'm almost in heaven already, pinned by cucumber slices to
the bed.
     "You like that?"
     "Oh, yes, mistress."
     "Do you want more?"
     "Please, mistress."
     "But, honey, I've covered all your sunburn, and I still have
half a cucumber to dispose of.  Hmmm.  Shoudl I just eat it by
myself?"
     "Oh, no, mistress, please don't do that."
     "What do you want me to do with it, then?"  She smiles sweetly at me.
     "Give it to me."
     "What?"
     "Give it to me, please, mistress."
     "How?"
     "Any way that pleases you, mistress."
     "Should I make you give it a blow job?"
     "Yes, mistress."
     "But you have such nasty little teeth, you might just bite it
off.  And that would be no fun, would it?"
     "No, mistress."
     "So, what should I do with it, then?"
     "Please, mistress, fuck me with it."
     "In your cunt?"
     "Yes, mistress."
     "Oh, but that's so pedestrian.  Cucumbers up your cunt.  Can't
you think of anything better?  Even a housewife has a better
imagination."
     "Oh, please, mistress."
     "Besides, with all that's going on inside you, you might
pickle it.  Tuna with pickles, Ha!  Spoil a perfectly good
cucumber."
     "Mistress, I beg you.  Sincerely.  I want you to fuck me with
      your cucumber."
     "Well, if that's what you really want..."
     Suddenly, she shoves the half-used cucumber deep inside me. 
It's very, very cold, and I have to fight myself so as not to roll
over or clench my legs shut.  She leaves just the tip protruding
outside me.
     "I know.  I'll just finish it off before you spoil it."
     And she sarts nibbling the end of the cucumber, pulling it
slowly out of me with her teeth as she eats.  I can feel it sliding
down the walls of my cunt as she takes a bite and begins flicking
her tongue against my clit...