Sour Cherry Soup
I'm not sure my friend would want it to be broadcast in a public forum....however, I will tell you. But since I won't be using her name, I think it'll be okay.
At this time of year when the morning mist comes up off of the fields and from the forests in Indiana to create an ethereal haze, the nights are cool and the days are warm. Soon it will be sour cherry season here. Luckily for us, modern agriculture allows us to get those sour cherries from more southerly climes a few weeks earlier than Nature would have us wait.
Two days ago while perusing the produce in an organic foods market, I saw a crate of glowing red cherries that seemed to shine with "Fresh and Ripe". One of the ladies working there told me they had just arrived two hours ago. Even though they were costly as cherries go, anyone who cares about good produce would have paid half again the price they asked for a pound and a half of them.
Of course, in order to make meggyleves, one must be particular in one's choice of ingredients, lest one end up with something more like cherry Kool-aid rather than Sour Cherry Soup. Locating a pound of fresh cherries is both the crux and the most arduous task...regular Bings won't work out with this. Life is seldom a bowl of cherries.
Meggyleves is a Hungarian delicacy served when the days begin to really heat up. The sound of this word is different from anything to which English ears are accustomed. The best guide I could give you for it would be to say "edge" with an "M" at the beginning and finish with "lev-esh". This would be a very close approximation if you can get the stress on the first syllable. I know, I know....who cares about the language tutorial when you want to know what's in it....
Upon my return home with these cherries, my neighbor knocked at my door within 15 minutes. I've been talking with her since I first moved in, but she is now broken up with her boyfriend and I've been stepping up the level of those conversations. Today, I had a bowl of cherries to offer her.
She was so dainty as she bit into them--afraid of the pits. And so demure when she went to spit them into a bowl. Granted, it is impressive to see a woman with the fortitude to spit a cherry pit in a high arc over a parked car. There is also something pleasing in the demure self-consciousness that possesses someone when you have afforded them an opportunity to do something for the first time.
It was drizzling a bit and after the cherries we stood outside in the sprinkles to smoke. I had just returned from work and was wearing a pair of deep purple sweat pants that had been cut off just below the knee to look like a galleon captain's britches. The drops of water fell with cool pleasure on my bare chest....she was off-center....I was perfectly grounded.
She's in the process of moving away from Lafayette to Fishers. I think she's trying to make up for lost time. After our smoke, she dismissed herself to go to her office and get some work done on her graduate paper.
Yesterday, she sent me an email saying she would be at my place at 7 o' clock. Obviously, she intended to have supper with me and maybe watch a movie afterwards. After work, I went to the store to purchase the sour cream for the soup.
So here's how you make meggyleves: bring 6 cups of water to a boil, dump in a pound of pitted sour cherries and 3/4 cup sugar, while this boils, combine 3 tbs of flour and 1/2 tsp of salt, then beat this into 1 cup of sour cream, drop that into the soup and bring the heat down so the pot simmers, after about 5 or 6 minutes it should be noticeably thicker....remove it from the heat, chill it, and serve it on a hot day as a nice cool down yet filling meal. Don't forget to cover it in the fridge or else it will form a thick skin on top.
Mm mm mm....this stuff is like cherry ice cream, but it fills your belly in conjunction with some thick loaf peasant bread....as we were watching a movie, I opted for popcorn. When she arrived, I planted a kiss on her lips straight through the door and put her to work pitting cherries. Love food is a two person op.
Once the soup was in the freezer, we popped the corn and went to my bedroom to watch the movie. >:) A devilish trick, but truly one of personal preference that has worked out to have a nice, devious benefit: I only have a TV in my bedroom. So we climbed on top of the comforter, snuggled in with some popcorn and started watching Kill Bill.
After the popcorn, we realized we were both low on cigs, so we decided to go to the store. $5 6-packs of Bud tall boys and a tin of Mandarin Mint smokes. Who said romance was dead?
Upon our return, I packed a bong and saw Tarantino's movie as it was meant to be viewed. Lucky me, I hit it just before he switched to the animation scene. Wow. My time in Hungary resensitized me to the violence of American entertainment and this flick was a bit too gory for me; however, I recognize good art when I see it. Quentin out-did himself with that one. This is perhaps the reason he didn't want to put his name on the controversial 1994 film Natural Born Killers?
As the movie was going along it's bloody trail, I began by wrapping my arm around her when she shivered. She rubbed my belly just above my hip. My hand moved around her waist to one of her ample breasts and she moved a hand up to my own chest. We playfully tugged at each others' nipples for an undisclosed amount of time before she began running her fingers through my curlies.
We stopped and hit the bong again and lit another cigarette and watched some more people get chopped up as we chuckled about Buck's Pussy Wagon. At the close of the movie, I grabbed a glass of water for her to distract her long enough to get Legends of the Fall into the DVD player.
She lay on the right side of the bed and as I crawled in on the left, I wrapped my left arm around under her shoulders and stuck my right leg behind her right knee and pulled her close to me with both of these limbs as I began to kiss her...and tug at that other nipple with my right hand.
She asked me to put a finger in her so I ran my middle finger right into her tight little asshole. She made a weak protest but I had already started burrowing....no lube...just raw finger in ass. I wanted this to start off with just the right tone. Once I had a bendable tip in, I started with my thumb into her sweet pink pouch.
Bending both fingers in short rhythmic bursts was working well for her. Eventually, I got so worked up, I was practically picking her up off of the bed as I pulled her toward me. Just as I pulled my fingers out, I commanded her to swing around. She pouted that she thought she was going to get to suck my dick. Doubtlessly, her idea sounded good to me; however I had something else in mind. She said, "If you're gonna stick it in, just give it a slide and then let me suck on you." One little taste often turns into a binge for someone who's been on a diet as long as I have been. I pounded, dug, ground, and poked right up to the point of my own excruciation as I felt her milking me when she came. I wasn't about to let her go so easily...
It was some really spiritual screwing. I wrapped my arms around the top of her shoulders and squeezed just a bit and let her play with me like her dildo before I stuck it. She kept trying to pull it into her, but I kept my hips angled just right so that she couldn't. As this was going on, I tried to imagine just how it felt to rub me on herself like that. She felt as though we were two magnets and everytime she tried to push them closer, they repelled. Once I pierced her, I drove it straight to the back, gave her cervix the high 5, and then started grinding her clitty with my pubic bone.
As I am uncut, there is a time when I want to be fully exposed to the walls of my lover's birth canal. Rather than pull it out and manipulate it with my hands, I've found it much more fun to get it done by pulling out and then just see-sawing at the entrance of her love tunnel until she peels it back by contracting her muscles....which will inevitably happen...once those muscles at the front are tight, she's completely relaxed in the deeper stretches and ready to come with a few well-timed poundings with my cock which is hard as steel and steel gettin' hah-der....and now she can feel the full shape of it for the first time with that extra wide ring of foreskin just behind the plunger. I got her just to the point she had a few good gushes and then popped out.
As I pulled out she pouted again, "Hey, I wasn't finished yet." "You said you just wanted one slide, you got that and a whole lot more...the rest of that was just bonus...I'm just giving you what you wanted...don't you want to suck it?" >:)
And now the head began. Dat girl suck a mean dick. As I straddled the bed on my knees she came up on her side to really work it over. I imagine she enjoyed it almost as much as the real action because it seemed she was bound and determined to suck me off right there. At a certain point (only the good Lord knows how long that was), I told her to get on all fours and face the TV...heh heh heh...she thought she was in for some doggystyle while she watched Brad Pitt romp on the ranch. Not yet...she suck a mean dick. So I slid right in below her undercarriage and we went 69....the most lovely expression of sexual tension and the best way to push it up the hill before you drop it off the cliff.
More than once I had to tell her to ease up on it....damn, she needs to get that under control. Finally, it got to the point that I imagined her shoulders were her sweet round ass and I laid my arms straight up her back and curled my hands around them and just pounded pounded pounded her in the mouth....it was the only way I could keep from coming with her pussy in face.
Now I jumped up to grab a sip of water and really let loose on her from behind. I love being in the Commander's Chair...my term for doggystyle. She was watching us in the mirror as I watched Julia Ormond ride around on horses....lol modern times afford us such luxuries. Running my hands around her bouncing baby cage and down the backs of her thighs to her knees...around and back up again. Knockin' straight through the back of her, my head kept feeling like I was cresting a hump-backed hill going just a little too fast, and I made full use of my well-developed PC muscles as I had mini-O after mini-O.
The tension has mounted to a point that is too great to completely contain by now. A good sized pearl of pre-cum came from me as I slapped my cock against her puckery little rosebud. This was all the lube we needed as my cock was still dripping with her womb honey. With a little doing, I stuck it in her asshole and gently worked it in a little deeper. With a hand wrapped around her thigh, I sandwiched her lips and her clit between my fingers and began stroking her slowly...once she moaned, I drove her from her knees to her stomach in front of the TV and wrapped my other hand around her throat from below and I thoroughly sodomized her--rubbing her sweet pouch all the while.
Now I started watching us in the mirror and it was magnificent to see my rump going pa-rump-pa-pump-pum in the air below my curved and beastly back--driving my rod straight up into her rectum. Without choking her, but just reducing her air flow, I managed to keep her from screaming...she could accept the pain better this way...plus, I felt her pussy dripping puddles onto my sheets. When finally I spurted, I came so hard she must've felt my nut knockin' on the door to her stomach. With expensive squeals and deep chest rumbling moans, she came from the feeling of scalding load spattering her bowels as my fingers came to rest beneath her jolly-rogered puss. As I eased the tension of my right hand on her throat and she turned panting to look through her hair at me with her deep green eyes, her face was red red red as a fresh summertime cherry.
We lay in each others arms for a while as I stroked her thighs and she trembled in my arms. Then we went and got some sweet meggyleves out of the fridge for a bedtime dessert.
At this time of year when the morning mist comes up off of the fields and from the forests in Indiana to create an ethereal haze, the nights are cool and the days are warm. Soon it will be sour cherry season here. Luckily for us, modern agriculture allows us to get those sour cherries from more southerly climes a few weeks earlier than Nature would have us wait.
Two days ago while perusing the produce in an organic foods market, I saw a crate of glowing red cherries that seemed to shine with "Fresh and Ripe". One of the ladies working there told me they had just arrived two hours ago. Even though they were costly as cherries go, anyone who cares about good produce would have paid half again the price they asked for a pound and a half of them.
Of course, in order to make meggyleves, one must be particular in one's choice of ingredients, lest one end up with something more like cherry Kool-aid rather than Sour Cherry Soup. Locating a pound of fresh cherries is both the crux and the most arduous task...regular Bings won't work out with this. Life is seldom a bowl of cherries.
Meggyleves is a Hungarian delicacy served when the days begin to really heat up. The sound of this word is different from anything to which English ears are accustomed. The best guide I could give you for it would be to say "edge" with an "M" at the beginning and finish with "lev-esh". This would be a very close approximation if you can get the stress on the first syllable. I know, I know....who cares about the language tutorial when you want to know what's in it....
Upon my return home with these cherries, my neighbor knocked at my door within 15 minutes. I've been talking with her since I first moved in, but she is now broken up with her boyfriend and I've been stepping up the level of those conversations. Today, I had a bowl of cherries to offer her.
She was so dainty as she bit into them--afraid of the pits. And so demure when she went to spit them into a bowl. Granted, it is impressive to see a woman with the fortitude to spit a cherry pit in a high arc over a parked car. There is also something pleasing in the demure self-consciousness that possesses someone when you have afforded them an opportunity to do something for the first time.
It was drizzling a bit and after the cherries we stood outside in the sprinkles to smoke. I had just returned from work and was wearing a pair of deep purple sweat pants that had been cut off just below the knee to look like a galleon captain's britches. The drops of water fell with cool pleasure on my bare chest....she was off-center....I was perfectly grounded.
She's in the process of moving away from Lafayette to Fishers. I think she's trying to make up for lost time. After our smoke, she dismissed herself to go to her office and get some work done on her graduate paper.
Yesterday, she sent me an email saying she would be at my place at 7 o' clock. Obviously, she intended to have supper with me and maybe watch a movie afterwards. After work, I went to the store to purchase the sour cream for the soup.
So here's how you make meggyleves: bring 6 cups of water to a boil, dump in a pound of pitted sour cherries and 3/4 cup sugar, while this boils, combine 3 tbs of flour and 1/2 tsp of salt, then beat this into 1 cup of sour cream, drop that into the soup and bring the heat down so the pot simmers, after about 5 or 6 minutes it should be noticeably thicker....remove it from the heat, chill it, and serve it on a hot day as a nice cool down yet filling meal. Don't forget to cover it in the fridge or else it will form a thick skin on top.
Mm mm mm....this stuff is like cherry ice cream, but it fills your belly in conjunction with some thick loaf peasant bread....as we were watching a movie, I opted for popcorn. When she arrived, I planted a kiss on her lips straight through the door and put her to work pitting cherries. Love food is a two person op.
Once the soup was in the freezer, we popped the corn and went to my bedroom to watch the movie. >:) A devilish trick, but truly one of personal preference that has worked out to have a nice, devious benefit: I only have a TV in my bedroom. So we climbed on top of the comforter, snuggled in with some popcorn and started watching Kill Bill.
After the popcorn, we realized we were both low on cigs, so we decided to go to the store. $5 6-packs of Bud tall boys and a tin of Mandarin Mint smokes. Who said romance was dead?
Upon our return, I packed a bong and saw Tarantino's movie as it was meant to be viewed. Lucky me, I hit it just before he switched to the animation scene. Wow. My time in Hungary resensitized me to the violence of American entertainment and this flick was a bit too gory for me; however, I recognize good art when I see it. Quentin out-did himself with that one. This is perhaps the reason he didn't want to put his name on the controversial 1994 film Natural Born Killers?
As the movie was going along it's bloody trail, I began by wrapping my arm around her when she shivered. She rubbed my belly just above my hip. My hand moved around her waist to one of her ample breasts and she moved a hand up to my own chest. We playfully tugged at each others' nipples for an undisclosed amount of time before she began running her fingers through my curlies.
We stopped and hit the bong again and lit another cigarette and watched some more people get chopped up as we chuckled about Buck's Pussy Wagon. At the close of the movie, I grabbed a glass of water for her to distract her long enough to get Legends of the Fall into the DVD player.
She lay on the right side of the bed and as I crawled in on the left, I wrapped my left arm around under her shoulders and stuck my right leg behind her right knee and pulled her close to me with both of these limbs as I began to kiss her...and tug at that other nipple with my right hand.
She asked me to put a finger in her so I ran my middle finger right into her tight little asshole. She made a weak protest but I had already started burrowing....no lube...just raw finger in ass. I wanted this to start off with just the right tone. Once I had a bendable tip in, I started with my thumb into her sweet pink pouch.
Bending both fingers in short rhythmic bursts was working well for her. Eventually, I got so worked up, I was practically picking her up off of the bed as I pulled her toward me. Just as I pulled my fingers out, I commanded her to swing around. She pouted that she thought she was going to get to suck my dick. Doubtlessly, her idea sounded good to me; however I had something else in mind. She said, "If you're gonna stick it in, just give it a slide and then let me suck on you." One little taste often turns into a binge for someone who's been on a diet as long as I have been. I pounded, dug, ground, and poked right up to the point of my own excruciation as I felt her milking me when she came. I wasn't about to let her go so easily...
It was some really spiritual screwing. I wrapped my arms around the top of her shoulders and squeezed just a bit and let her play with me like her dildo before I stuck it. She kept trying to pull it into her, but I kept my hips angled just right so that she couldn't. As this was going on, I tried to imagine just how it felt to rub me on herself like that. She felt as though we were two magnets and everytime she tried to push them closer, they repelled. Once I pierced her, I drove it straight to the back, gave her cervix the high 5, and then started grinding her clitty with my pubic bone.
As I am uncut, there is a time when I want to be fully exposed to the walls of my lover's birth canal. Rather than pull it out and manipulate it with my hands, I've found it much more fun to get it done by pulling out and then just see-sawing at the entrance of her love tunnel until she peels it back by contracting her muscles....which will inevitably happen...once those muscles at the front are tight, she's completely relaxed in the deeper stretches and ready to come with a few well-timed poundings with my cock which is hard as steel and steel gettin' hah-der....and now she can feel the full shape of it for the first time with that extra wide ring of foreskin just behind the plunger. I got her just to the point she had a few good gushes and then popped out.
As I pulled out she pouted again, "Hey, I wasn't finished yet." "You said you just wanted one slide, you got that and a whole lot more...the rest of that was just bonus...I'm just giving you what you wanted...don't you want to suck it?" >:)
And now the head began. Dat girl suck a mean dick. As I straddled the bed on my knees she came up on her side to really work it over. I imagine she enjoyed it almost as much as the real action because it seemed she was bound and determined to suck me off right there. At a certain point (only the good Lord knows how long that was), I told her to get on all fours and face the TV...heh heh heh...she thought she was in for some doggystyle while she watched Brad Pitt romp on the ranch. Not yet...she suck a mean dick. So I slid right in below her undercarriage and we went 69....the most lovely expression of sexual tension and the best way to push it up the hill before you drop it off the cliff.
More than once I had to tell her to ease up on it....damn, she needs to get that under control. Finally, it got to the point that I imagined her shoulders were her sweet round ass and I laid my arms straight up her back and curled my hands around them and just pounded pounded pounded her in the mouth....it was the only way I could keep from coming with her pussy in face.
Now I jumped up to grab a sip of water and really let loose on her from behind. I love being in the Commander's Chair...my term for doggystyle. She was watching us in the mirror as I watched Julia Ormond ride around on horses....lol modern times afford us such luxuries. Running my hands around her bouncing baby cage and down the backs of her thighs to her knees...around and back up again. Knockin' straight through the back of her, my head kept feeling like I was cresting a hump-backed hill going just a little too fast, and I made full use of my well-developed PC muscles as I had mini-O after mini-O.
The tension has mounted to a point that is too great to completely contain by now. A good sized pearl of pre-cum came from me as I slapped my cock against her puckery little rosebud. This was all the lube we needed as my cock was still dripping with her womb honey. With a little doing, I stuck it in her asshole and gently worked it in a little deeper. With a hand wrapped around her thigh, I sandwiched her lips and her clit between my fingers and began stroking her slowly...once she moaned, I drove her from her knees to her stomach in front of the TV and wrapped my other hand around her throat from below and I thoroughly sodomized her--rubbing her sweet pouch all the while.
Now I started watching us in the mirror and it was magnificent to see my rump going pa-rump-pa-pump-pum in the air below my curved and beastly back--driving my rod straight up into her rectum. Without choking her, but just reducing her air flow, I managed to keep her from screaming...she could accept the pain better this way...plus, I felt her pussy dripping puddles onto my sheets. When finally I spurted, I came so hard she must've felt my nut knockin' on the door to her stomach. With expensive squeals and deep chest rumbling moans, she came from the feeling of scalding load spattering her bowels as my fingers came to rest beneath her jolly-rogered puss. As I eased the tension of my right hand on her throat and she turned panting to look through her hair at me with her deep green eyes, her face was red red red as a fresh summertime cherry.
We lay in each others arms for a while as I stroked her thighs and she trembled in my arms. Then we went and got some sweet meggyleves out of the fridge for a bedtime dessert.