It is Thanksgiving day.
He is done eating his turkey and stuffing, and it is now time for dessert.
Hmmm, Pumpkin Pie with whipped cream.
He helps himself to a slice.
I shiver as he wraps his long fingers around my slender frame.
His touch is so soft, so gentle.
He picks up a bite of the pie.
It seems an eternity from the plate to his lips.
I try to be patient as he makes this journey.
How lucky I am to be the chosen one.
Slowly he opens his mouth and takes a bite.
He feels like he is moving in slow motion.
But that is so he enjoy the taste, the feeling of the pie
The combination of his lips and the whipped cream is sending me over the edge.
He repeats this, over and over until the entire piece of pie is gone.
I am on the verge of exploding.
But he is not done with me yet.
He licks me down one side.
I nearly melt as I feel his silky tongue on me.
He then flips me over and licks down my other side.
Removing every last bit of whipped cream that remained.
He then walks me over to the sink and washes me with warm soapy water.
He gently rubs me softly until he is satisfied that I am clean.
He careful dries me off with a soft towel.
He then places me back where I lay waiting for him to return for seconds.
I am... Howie's Fork
11-29-00