Lately, you've often been working late, so I thought I'd surprise you one night when you came home, and I greet you wearing a black onesie lingerie piece, a pair of nude nylon lace-top thigh highs, and a pair black shiny pumps. You walk into the living-room to find me excitedly greeting you and purring about how I'd like to give you a good time tonight. Such a good time that you'll get a solid good night's rest afterward. You turn me down by remarking on how tired you are and how you want to shower for bed, and then you just leave me awkwardly standing there in lingerie.
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Lately, you've often been working late, so I thought I'd surprise you one night when you came home, and I greet you wearing a black onesie lingerie piece, a pair of nude nylon lace-top thigh highs, and a pair black shiny pumps. You walk into the living-room to find me excitedly greeting you and purring about how I'd like to give you a good time tonight. Such a good time that you'll get a solid good night's rest afterward. You turn me down by remarking on how tired you are and how you want to shower for bed, and then you just leave me awkwardly standing there in lingerie.
I instantly feel crushed and frustrated. I can't seem to understand how you'd so easily turn down sexy-time with me looking like this! I sadly ponder on it for a moment, before a specific thought intrudes into my mind. I try to fight it, but my suspicions get the better of me, and I walk over to snatch up your phone that you so conveniently left sitting on a side table. I open it up to begin searching through your message history, and my face falls when I find message after message with other women, which so happens to also include photos of you and these women together -- sexually -- with each and every one of them! This proves to me that you've been cheating on me the entire time you claimed to be working late! This is enough to warrant my revenge, and I quickly find my resolve to plot out a detailed -- and delicious -- way to get revenge on your cheating ass! If you want to play, then let's play!
A few moments later, I'm dragging a small trash can, a chair, a sauce dish, and what looks like a cheese grater, into the living room. I place the sauce dish inside the trash, kick off my heels, and strip off my nylons. Since you haven't touched me in a long time, things aren't as tidy as they used to be, and I prove this by using the grater-like item to start shaving off my calluses. I do both feet, letting the sauce dish catch a good amount of what falls into the trash can. Once I've deemed that I've collected enough, I grab the dish and hold it up, while asserting out loud that -- "You don't fucking cheat on Alison Miller!". This will be the first ingredient of many.
The next day, I decide to tidy up my feet even further, specifically my toenails. I use a specific tool designed to dig out any fumunda (ya know, the stuff from under your toenails - fumunda) from unda my toenails and drop it into another dish from my sauce dish set. Everything I manage to collect is added to my ingredient list. I then grab a pair of clippers to trim my surprisingly long toenails. I use a separate sauce dish to collect each and every one of them, before also adding them to my growing ingredient list.
Another day or so later, and I'm in the bathroom where I've just used a hair removal cream on my most important bits, my armpits and my pussy. I bend completely over to reach down into the tub, and when I come back up, I've collected the hair from the drain hair-catcher, which I put into yet another one of my sauce dishes. "He is going to learn", I announce in my good mood, and I hold up a chunk of hair from the dish to inspect it.
After a quick time jump where I've finished getting ready for the day in the bathroom, I come out and head towards the kitchen, while wearing a cut short summer dress. I pause for a moment with only my backside visible, before I abruptly slide off my white satin panties, reach down between my front legs, and do a little wiggle to help pull out a tampon that I had stuffed up there in order to collect all of my pussy juices. The ingredients have been piling up, and this happens to be the final one!
It's about 2 days later, and the time has finally come to cook! It took a little while, but I've finally collected all of the ingredients. I come into the kitchen with purpose, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a green sheer long-sleeved crop top. As I move about the kitchen, I mock how you're probably going to be "late" again tonight because of your "work". Well, I'm happy that at least I don't need to worry about hiding what I'm doing anymore. I pull out all of the 'ingredients', along with a mixing bowl, and set everything down together on the counter.
One by one, I start to add each ingredient into the mixing bowl, and out loud, I talk about my decision for what each one is imitating within the dish I'm creating, which so happens to be bao, and is one of my favorites! The "ingredients": The shaved calluses will be a coconut flour or a cheese; the toenails, once trimmed smaller and boiled, will be garlic; the fumunda from under my toenails will be an onion powder; and the armpit and pubic hair, once cut up smaller -- which causes me to gag multiple times -- will be basil. Lastly, I'll make a juice for him and soak my pussy juice-soaked tampon in it, which I dunk and swirl around in the cup to get every little bit absorbed into the drink. "Time to bake!", I laugh and go to mix it all up.
You come home later that evening, and I greet you while looking super cute in a long flowy maroon skirt and a maroon laced-back crop top. I sarcastically remark about how tired you must be from work, so I've made you some dinner. I hold up a plate that has 2 "basil pesto" pieces of bao sitting on it and hand them over. Hungry, you start immediately munching down on them, and amused, I watch your expression change when you encounter some "tough" pieces. I can barely contain my excitement when you start commenting on how dry they are, how you think you might've found a hair, and how you think you smell something strange. I give excuses for each of your complaints, but encourage you to continue eating since I made them just for you! So, you keep choking down the bao, even with your suspicion of this new mood I seem to be in.
Finally, I decide to confess, but I drag the story out, so the end matches up with you finishing up the bao and the drink. I give you the "juice" part way through my story when I notice you cough with need for something to wash it all down. I reveal how I found out that you've been out with one girl or another almost every single night, and NOT actually at work. So, I decided that I deserved to have some revenge. Nervous at where I'm goin with this, you start chowing down on the second bao, so your mouth is full and you don't have to answer my accusations. I describe everything I know, minus any information about the meal ingredients, which I keep for the very end when you put the last bit of food and drink into your mouth.
With it now registering that you've just eaten little pieces of me, which include: armpit and pubic hair; callus shavings; toenails; fumunda; and a tampon saturated drink: your mouth drops open in shock. "How do I taste baby?!" I wickedly taunt, "Oh, do you think you're going to be sick? Good!" and I inform you that we're done as a couple with one last nasty little remark, "Did you like eating pieces of me?"
