Sauce on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Contraption

Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000

“Think of it as an art installation,” explained Jimmy.

Frank stood gawking at the warehouse sized contraption in awe; gears, pulleys, ropes, springs, chutes, tubs, barrels, cages, nets, buckets, mops, brushes, and even an old fashioned bellows and a medium sized crane. Hard to tell what all of it was for but it was definitely for something.

“You are going to have to explain this to me…”

“It is basically a full size Rube Goldberg machine that I built to win the bet,” said an amused Jimmy.

Pizza Anyone?

Tue, 11 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Ellen had gone up to visit her friend Lisa in San Francisco and Kathy joined them at the same time. The three women were in the house together commiserating over Lisa’s recent divorce. It got to dinnertime and the women had really paid little attention to how hungry they were.

Lisa was too upset to cook and didn’t have much in the refrigerator at home anyway. She was on the phone talking to a friend about some of the details of her recent divorce. Ellen looked over at Kathy

Donna's Latest Meal

Mon, 18 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

She sat on the beach partially upright in her lounge chair looking at him.

“Well, I am a smoker, so eventually I will probably eat you.“ she calmly informed him.

He looked at her. It was his decision. She was a curvaceous blonde. Her bikini showed off her large breasts and slender waist to good effect. She knew this too. It was very tempting and that was the idea. He suspected many men might have gone the same route. He looked at her smile, those straight white teeth. How many victims passed that way into her rapacious female body, just food and a good meal. He swallowed hard. He might last a good long time and have lots of good sex with that body first. It was tempting.

Man Trap

Thu, 09 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Men and Woman different in many ways, some obvious but others more subtle. Have you ever noticed anything unusual about women in general, for instance the way they look at you: studying you? Taking in your form your shape almost as if they are trying you out for size. Many times I’ve felt that a female mind is at work inside my head probing my brain studying my thoughts. Once finished she looks at you with an evil glint in her eye and you know that if it were possible you would be taken by her to be used for her pleasure.

Man Trap

Thu, 09 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Men and Women are different in many ways, some obvious but others more subtle. Have you ever noticed anything unusual about women in general, for instance the way they look at you: studying you? Taking in your form, your shape almost as if they are trying you out for size. Many times I’ve felt that a female mind is at work inside my head probing my brain studying my thoughts. Once finished she looks at you with an evil glint in her eye and you know that if it were possible you would be taken by her to be used for her pleasure. We are the food for these predatory women luckily they are a minority and of course are unable to carry out their true desires with us.

Blue Ribbon Chili

Mon, 21 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Uncle Dave? You know who that is don’t you?”

“Who?”

“The redhead over yonder.”

Dave shrugged. “Said she was in culinary school and as a class project she had to help in the cook-off.”

“Well, that’s Caitlin Ballard, old man Ballard’s granddaughter.”

“You sure? Said her name was Tracy Simms or Simmons, something like that.”

“Uh uh. She goes to Western. They play us in basketball. She’s a cheerleader and they had a picture of the squad in the program. I kinda had a thing for her, so I asked around. She’s old man Ballard’s kin for sure.”

Sushi 2

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Sushi)

Do you remember the last time I told you about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he had me for dinner.

Why are these times so vivid in my mind?

Was it the loss of control?

Or the being put on display?

Or the trust I have now with Kevin after literally at times putting my life in his hands?

And sometimes, deep down I just remember being treated as meat, remember the heat, and wonder why I want to be a dinner again. It was Muki’s kitchen last time that ended with an oven door closing behind me for that event I would never forget. So to Muki’s kitchen I went again one quiet day, but this time I left the computer on the page, and went shopping.