I’m taking an online erotica writing class called “Between the Sheets”, taught by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Â This is an excerpt from my first homework assignment.
For a while I occupied myself with my phone, thumbing through social media and email accounts, stealing glances at her while the countertop grew more and more obscured by ingredients, mixing bowls and utensils. Â An apron was hanging from her shoulders and tied loosely at the waist. Â I had a brief daydream about being that piece of protective clothing, my arms around her shoulders, legs wrapped around her waist, catching the spatter from her mixing bowl and beater. Â That fantasy shifted to using the apron ties for something more restrictive. Â I could feel the heat rising from my crotch to flush my cheeks. Â Â If sheâ€™d looked at me right then, sheâ€™d have known I wasnâ€™t having pure thoughts. Â Luckily, she didnâ€™t look.
I got up and stepped past her to the fridge, making sure to brush myself against her backside on the way to getting another beer. Â She reacted by stiffening her spine and giving me a quick sharp glance. Â Flipping the bottle cap off, I reached around her to drop it into the garbage can under the sink, where she was standing, pressing against her backside. Â I stood up close behind her, watching over her shoulder as she folded ingredients in to her batter. Â She frowned in concentration, I leaned lightly against her back. Â She turned and threatened me with a spatula covered in white goo. Â If I hadnâ€™t been dressed in my good shirt and a nice tie, I might have taken the risk.
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