Spaghetti Dinner

by Nicole S.

NC-17 because of the *F* word and some other things.

This belongs to me! You can't prove anything!


"You're not doing it right."

"How do you know?"

"You have to put some olive oil in the water so it doesn't stick together."

"Since when are you the expert?"

"It's going to be one big ball of pasta."

"Would you like to take over?"


"Fine, here you go. I'll stir the sauce."

"Is it home made?"

"Yes. I opened the jar. I emptied the jar into the pan, voila, home made."

"You didn't chop the tomatoes yourself and let it simmer for a day?"

"With my busy schedule who has the time?"

"Busy schedule? All you did was fuck me all day!"

"Same with you. I didn't see you up here cooking at the crack of dawn."

"Do you at least have garlic bread?"

"Of course. It's actually Foccacia."

"Very nice."

"It smelled terrific in the store."

"You didn't make that either?"

"I had a dick in my ass all day, how could I?"

"There's no reason to be vulgar."

"It wasn't vulgar half an hour ago when it was happening."

"Get the colander, the spaghetti is ready."

"It's in the sink."

"I'll put the sauce and the bread on the table."

"Watch out, here's the spaghetti."

"You're dripping water everywhere."

"Smells good."

"It's going to taste even better."

"No meatballs?"

"No, no meatballs. Unless you can buy sauce with them already in there."

"That's gross."

"Mmmmm, this is good."

"It's very nice."

"Nice? It's delicious. Have some Foccacia."

"Thanks. You're right, it's delicious."

"I told you."



"You got a little..."


"Sauce on your chest."


"Right here."

"I'm eating you know."

"So. You probably let it drop there on purpose."

"It was your idea to eat spaghetti naked."

"Oops, more sauce on your chest. A little spaghetti too."

"Hey, that's hot you know."

"Let me take care of that for you."

"That's very...mmmmmm....nice of you."

"There's a few other things I have to take care of while I'm down here."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Like this."

"Hmmmm. That's...that's....oh fuck that's good."

"I'm glad you like that. What about this?"

"Ooooooh yeah baby that's nice. Hmmmm."

"And this?"

"Mercy. Please don't stop."

"I don't intend to."

"Oh god that's good. Yeah, that's really good. Oh yeah.
That's....uh....I'm...I'm gonna...Oh god!"

"Now I liked that part. What's the matter? You not hungry anymore?"

"I, uh. I'm famished. You must be full."