Drink My Honey: Smut Quickie w/ Guest Audio

A special treat! The brilliant, sexy, sultry, and downright delectable WickedWonderD has graciously agreed to make her smut audio debut with a reading of my original short story, Drink My Honey! It’s not the smuttiest story I’ve written this year, but her lyrical rendition of that classic Lords of Acid hook in between the smoky bass of her voice inspires tingles each time that I hear it. That amazing backshot she so magnanimously allowed me to use as the post art undoubtedly amps up the naughty factor, too. Oomph!

Enjoy!

Drink My Honey

“Have you ever danced in the rain, Kat?”

Nina posed her inquiry through a toothy grin and glasses smeared with hazelnut gelato. Our night was fueled by hearty guffaws, free-flowing expletives, and industrial techno blaring from the speakers of the tiny ice cream shop. I was worked up. Hot. An overnight shift with Nina often culminated with my face deep between her generous thighs before the dawn.

Watching her labor was pop art superimposed over an impressionist masterpiece. Nina worked the giant steel vats and stirrers effortlessly, dark braids tucked neatly under a cap. Her defined biceps belied her soft hips and squishy belly, unabashedly jiggling underneath her tight tank and white apron splattered with the pastel hues of frosty treats. 

La, la, la, la, la…drink my honey…

We swayed along to the Lords of Acid on repeat as we worked, bumping butts and banging heads, when she asked the question.

I smiled and shook my head no, but Nina was already taking off her cap and spilling out the back door onto the yard behind the shop and into a summer downpour. 

“La, la, la, la, la…drink my honey…,” she sang. Twirled. Bliss on her expression, Nina raised her face to the torrent and undulated to the slow, saccharin intro of the song while discarding her tank. In perfect rhythm, she was free of her bra when the beat dropped — hard, cranking, bass and edgy, metal trebles — in synergy with the weighty bounce of her breasts through frenzied gyrations. 

The water pelted her naked flesh, catching only briefly to encircle her nipples and the curve of her torso as she beckoned me to join her. I placed the freshly churned container of amaretto cream into the freezer and slithered out of my own tank and bra before cranking up the music. Ice cream could keep. The real treat was frolicking in mud puddles on the other side of the open door. 

Written by Carolyna Luna
Read by WickedWonderD

Post Image Credit: WickedWonderD