1 Guy 2 Spoon Novels & Stories

I handed him a spoon and stepped back, waiting for him to show me what he'd learned since our last session. The moment he held the spoon in his hands, I knew I was in for it. He gripped it like it was a weapon. His knuckles were white, posture stiff. Reed looked like he was preparing to fight the vegetables rather than cook them. “Reed.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It's a spoon, not a sword. Relax your grip.” “Sorry.” He loosened his fingers slightly. “Like this?” “Better.” I pointed at the bowl of chopped tomatoes. “Now, stir the sauce. Gently. Like you're... I don't know, stirring a potion for a love spell.”

I tell Daniels, looking up at her. She looks a little bit confused and nervous. She probably wants to be the small spoon, not the big spoon behind me. “And Nic is going to spoon you from behind,” I assure her so she knows she is safe. “What does spoon mean?” she asks, tilting her head. Oh wow. She doesn't even know what spooning is. I am actually kind of happy about that. It means no other street punks or guys from her school have ever snuggled or touched her body before. My chest feels totally relieved. I am usually a super peaceful guy, but the mere thought of some ex-boyfriend showing up at our gate makes me want to start a street war.

Adrian asks. “ Well, they're three extra containers or covers, whatever they are, and one spoon. Is there anyone else with a spoon?” he replies and asks. “ Me! I always carry a spoon with me, so I won't forget it at school before going back home.” Maya said, a bit shamefully as she brings out her spoon. “ Well, she's not alone,” Adrian adds as he brings out his too.

The young man cheered in his heart as if he had been expecting such a thing. "Thank you. I already feel better because you have been treated me so well. Do not worry; I will help you steal dirty plates, glasses, spoons and forks. I will not trouble my wife because you have cooked a delicious meal.” The handsome guy said it earnestly, smiling broadly. However, there was one thing that makes

The only pieces of furniture was a worn out, dirty looking settee with lots of holes in its foam and a small round table with two chairs few feet away from it. The kitchenette was at one side of the room. The only equipments were a stove, toaster and a coffee maker. She didn't hesitate to look towards the cutlery area. Spoons! There were only spoons, no forks, no knives. "Now I wouldn't want you playing around with dangerous objects would I?" Marcus said with a wicked smile as though reading her thoughts. He stepped close to her. "Now why don't you go over there and make us a nice sandwich, mm? I sure have missed your cooking," he whispered close to her ear and played with the ends of her ma

The hand holding the spoon of food freezed in the air as she observed him. Seconds passed and he stood there at the door watching her as she assessed him curiously. Still looking at him, she finally dipped the spoon of food into her mouth. She cocked her head, the spoon still in her mouth. Her brow scrunched up as she kept staring at him with the spoon still in her mouth. "Wouldn't she chew the food in the spoon?" Mr Jones wondered as his gaze riveted to the spoon she still held in her mouth. He finally closed the door and walked in.

he said and was about to start eating when he realised I had brought only one spoon, " Why do we have just one spoon here?" " Cause the food is specially prepared for you Richard" " But that doesn't mean you can't eat from eat, does it?" " No it doesn't Richard, but I need you to eat and get satisfied, remember the kitchen is just a seconds away" He smiled and pushed further more but I insisted, then he grabbed his spoon and started eating, the food must really taste nice from the look on his face, I kept salivating, it was then I realised I had starved myself for two good days.

Squeezing his body harder against mine, the edge of the metal tray pushes into my stomach as Bennett leans across me and grabs a long wooden spoon from the carafe of them I keep on the table. "My spoon?" I ask, watching him select one. He slaps the bottom of the spoon on the table, the banging loud and unexpected causing me to jump. "Don't ask questions." Holy shit. My pussy convulses. This kind of bossy Bennett I could get used to. Maybe.

Dell muttered surprising everyone, The whole place turned quiet as non one is saying anything anymore, everyone is lost deep in thought, just staring at each other and some even had a sad look on I decided to lighten the atmosphere “Guys! Guys the food is getting cold, let's take a picture with spoons in our hand at least we will have something to hold onto!” I said with a smile showing them my polaroid camera “Yesss” Everyone yelled happily and adjusted their position “Please pick your spoon and act like you're about to put a spoonful in your mouth!” “Isn't that childish?” Venom asked “No it's memorable” I smiled “One……two……three!” I counted and took the picture

He rubs her back and she gestures to the problematic spoons, “I don’t see a difference, the size is the same, the position on the table is virtually indistinguishable from this other spoon. But using it for anything other than its intended purpose is ‘frowned upon most deeply’.” She sighs, giving up for now. George has again chosen her food for her, as she’s been drowning in the spoon section, struggling to see the spoons for the other mildly different spoons. George looks at the spoons in question, and frowns,