The BLTS Archive - Good Enough to Eat by Vanasati (Vanasati@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount and Viacom. This is only amateur fan fiction; I make no money with it and mean no infringement on their rights. This was a birthday present for my favourite entity, T'Pat :-) --- I always thought you looked good enough to eat. Tonight, I'll prove it to you. I've put some candles around, soft music is playing, and I'm wearing my black silk pants, the ones I know you like best on me. I've been in the shower alone this evening. I've told you to come here a little bit later than usual and, as soon you arrive, I'll lock the door, so that nobody will interrupt my little explanation. A quick look to the table... yes, everything's perfect. There is the popcorn; there is the honey, right out of the fridge and wrapped in a wet towel, so it will not get warm too soon, and you'll not instantly know *what* exactly is lying there. I can imagine your curious look at the table, but I will not let you go there. I'll tell you to take off your robe. I've asked you to wear your black velvet pants only, so I know you'll wear them to please me. I'll direct you to the bed and have you lie down. Then I'll tell you to close your eyes and *not* open them again, until I say you can. Mmmm... better tell you to close your mouth too, then I'll have better access to that part of you. Then I'm going to decorate you. I will put a piece of popcorn on your closed eyelids, on your cheekbones, on your mouth. I will put one in the lovely hollow at your throat, then I'm going to put them all over your beautiful body... two right on your nipples. That may be difficult, for I know they'll be hard by then; you'll be already excited from the feather-light touches of the popcorn. Then I'll eat the popcorn. I will take it with my lips and try *not* to touch you with them; you'll only know that I'm there from the warmth of my breath. Mmmmm.... I can imagine the little shivers of anticipation rippling through your oh-so-sensitive body... Then I'm going to fetch the honey. I'll whisper in your ear to stay where you are, *not* to move, *not* to open your eyes... I'll put a teaspoon of honey into your belly-button .... right there. Uuuh, you'll jump a little at the unexpected chill, and I'm going to lick the chill away with my tongue ... oh, the sweet honey on your copper skin... I already hear your low moan, feel how you try to remain still... I am going to put a little bit of honey on each of your nipples, then thoroughly I'll lick and suck them clean... aahhh, yesss.... Then I'll put little balls of honey all over your chest, down the belly and thighs... the honey will get warm and start to melt... it will try to melt away... but I won't let it. I'll be there with my tongue, to clean you up..... mmmmm. I know you will be trembling by now, and your arousal will be obvious. Maybe you'll say my name... ...ahh, your voice is as sweet to my ears as the honey tastes on my tongue when you are *wanting* me like that.... Then I'll put a last amount of honey right on top of your proud erection.... and you'll hiss my name again. I am shivering with anticipation just from thinking of that. Then I'll lick you clean again; I'm going to work *very* careful, not to miss a single spot of your silk/steel cock. Only then, when you'll trembling all over, not able to remain still, not able to remain quiet, will I allow you to open your eyes. You'll look down into mine and you will come. Oh.... Maybe I can convince you, that *I* am very tasty too... ..... the door opens and I look into your eyes... Mmmmmm.... "Good evening Jim." I have to swallow. "Come in, Spock. ... Spock?" "Yes, Jim?" "You look good enough to eat...." -- The End