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Sir and sass, Summer Writing Project

His Yummy Salad

“If the rainbow had an eighth color, it would be you.” – Scarlett Lucia Rey

The second prompt in Mrs Fever’s Summer Writing Project is “Green.”

The color of green reminds me of salad. When I think about salad, I think about Sir. It all started around Christmastime…

HIS SALAD

I’ve liked flirting with Sir since the beginning of our relationship. Sir’s intelligence was rather sexy. I had no clue what he looked like at that point.

One day Sir told me that he was going to shower then make a salad. My response was, “Mm now that’s an image I’ll fantasize about.” Sir decided to tease me and said, “What? The salad?”

From that day on, “salad” no longer meant salad. I began to associate salad with Sir’s cock. “Salad” became a joke between us. Sir and I had met on a forum so I had posted that I was craving his yummy salad. Another guy had chimed in about wanting some of this “yummy salad.” Sir and I had a field day with that one. We laughed at the clueless guy.

LEAFY GREENS

I had started eating more salads because every time I ate one, I thought about Sir. The leafy greens reminded me of Sir’s cock and the more greens I ate, the more I craved the other “salad”. Sir thought it was quite funny.

I associated it with Pavlov’s Classical Conditioning. The dog associating the ringing of the bell was like me eating salad and anticipating that Sir would play with me or show me his cock. Of course, I’ve seen his cock. And I do find Sir to be super sexy.

DINING ON LUSTFUL WORDS

At the time, I was on a roll with writing poems, so poem all about Sir’s yummy salad came to fruition. Of course I had to title it, THE SALAD.

The Salad

Lying here listening to a lascivious ballad
Fantasizing about that yummy “salad”
Your skilled hands caress my body sensually
Your cool lips move about my skin intentionally

To this world, I may be green
But to you, I’ve become rather keen
Taken as your little whore
You always leave me wanting more

Always wanting to let you see
In my mind, you swiftly undress me
Giving you complete control
As you own my every hole

In my bed, naked and alone
Thinking of the things you’d do to me, I begin to moan
Tossing me about with your strong hands
As this bed becomes our wetlands

My humiliation has been dished
I’ve been corrupted just as wished
My degradation soon to be due
By no other man, but you

I trust you so all will be fine
On your punishment, I prepare to dine
Squirts of rain as it pours
You know that I am only yours

Setting this guilty pleasure free
You, Sir, are the only Dom for me
A fantasy of pure heat
On our lust, we shall eat

Yours Truly,
The Sassy Sub Daily

For more information on Mrs Fever’s Summer Writing Project, please click here,

sass c.

i'm just your average girl with a dirty mind. young, asian and submissive...does that pique your interest? constantly in a battle with myself whether to stay confined by my cultural values or to break free like the freak i am.

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4 Comments

  1. Ha! 😛

    Salad, indeed. 😉

    Those little “just between us” sayings and word associations are such delightful intimacies.

    1. Yes, haha. Over five months later and I still say, “yummy salad.” Sir laughs every time.

  2. I will never look at salad the same way again!! 😉

    1. Now, I wonder if after reading this, people are getting horny from eating salad. Perhaps more people will start eating salad now. Haha.

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