breakfast in bed

[sirhugs]

don't think I've ever written a breakfast in bed story. Don't think I will get to writing one (and.... the depression starts for the day), but think it's an underdone idea...
who are they to each other?
how did they end up in bed together?
a flashback to the night's sex?
erotic food scene (food fight?)
sex in the bed? in the shower?
on the floor?
how does it end?
do they live HEA?
do they go their seperate ways? Do we discover that they are mated with others?
does it lead to pregnancy ?(I currently have a pregnancy fixation)
...

 

[Rob_Royale]

Breakfast in bed.
A groovy idea that you do a lot with.
If you go by the definition of the word - to break a fast, it opens up the options even more. Having sex after a long to time could be considered breaking a fast.
A swinger group meet one evening at the beach house, have a few drinks and then get some sleep. In the morning, a predetermined couple cook an elaborate breakfast for the group, deliver the food to the rooms and then are available for freeuse.

 

[Carnevil9]

To me, "breakfast in bed" primarily means wake-up oral sex.

 

[PennyThompson]

 

[Husky_Embrace]

Just the river of imagination here:

How about that female friend who the guy has a crush on visits. She's always unavailable, having a boyfriend or is dating or whatever, so the guy is always shit out of luck. So they are just great friends.

In the morning he's up first, unable to stay in the bed with her. He makes breakfast and she awakes from her slumber as he enters. No breakfast is complete without sausage though, so out with it! She devourers him whole, gets her protein shot, and finishes breakfast.

Afterwards she acts as if nothing has changed in their relationship. This leaves the guy confused. Was the possibility of sex always there? Could he get more from her? In the end the status quo prevails, and yet all these possibilities in his mind are suddenly attainable... Possibly.

 

[Statius]

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Hilarious. The Onion has some great material

 

[KindredFlame]

don't think I've ever written a breakfast in bed story. Don't think I will get to writing one (and.... the depression starts for the day), but think it's an underdone idea...
who are they to each other?
how did they end up in bed together?
a flashback to the night's sex?
erotic food scene (food fight?)
sex in the bed? in the shower?
on the floor?
how does it end?
do they live HEA?
do they go their seperate ways? Do we discover that they are mated with others?
does it lead to pregnancy ?(I currently have a pregnancy fixation)
...

Breakfast at Tiffany’s with a difference spring to mind.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Who is Tiffany and did she enjoy it?

 

[KindredFlame]

Who is Tiffany and did she enjoy it?

Ha ha ha. To be honest Tiffany was a sweet friend of my daughters who dropped more than a few hints about wanting to bed me, in their last year at school. Once she was of legal age we consummated her lust several times it’s so nice breaking in a virgin.

 

[Husky_Embrace]

Breakfast at Tiffany’s with a difference spring to mind.

and I said, "what about eating out Tiffany's"
She said, "I think I remember that gush
and as I recall we both kind of liked it."
And I said, "well that's the one way we fuck"

 

[Rob_Royale]

Honestly, it's a good lead in for some age gap stories.
Joe's daughter is staying at the house and leaves to go to work, leaving her best friend sleeping in the guest room. Seizing an opportunity to make her fantasy come true, she prepares a sumptuous breakfast and then delivers it to her best friends dad in a sheer negligee.

 

[KindredFlame]

Joe's daughter, Sarah, was finally gone to her early shift, the big house as quiet as a tomb. Her best friend, Mia, who had been out at 3 AM, slept soundly in the north wing guest room a fortress of sleep sealed in by exhaustion.

This was not food, it was presentation. She cooked individual Belgian waffles, topped with deep cream and a sprinkle of bold, just picked berries.

With the tray at last spread out down to the chilled carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice Eliza could attend to her costume..

Thundering in a furious, exuberant beat against her ribcage, Eliza lifted the heavy silver tray. Each step along the long She took one deep breath, the quieting breath centerings her, and adjusted the strap of the negligee on her shoulder.

She placed the heavy tray down on the floor with a soft thud and then a gentle, firm knock.

"David? You awake? I brought something for you." His as yet sleep-misted eyes widened at once as they dropped from the hot platter to the semi-clad messenger who cradled it.

There had been a slow, predatory smile on Eliza's face. "Good morning," she told him, her voice husky and low. "I thought you might appreciate a proper start of the day. Room service is ready."

 

[sirhugs]

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