Chapter 1 - A Rose By Any Other Name

   He held it firmly by the base, the smooth slender shaft glistening under the ample candle. Her nose softly crinkled up as her would shy her face away, the soft yet pungent odor wafting up. He held it toward her as she had finished every other task to completion, to its climax. 

    "Look at me." His voice was stern as he shunted that thing forth in her face. "Clean up every last bit." He waved the gooey, lumpy white stuff right under her nose. She got a huge lungful of the stuff, as she made a disgusted face at him. He took none of her complaints to heart and crudely pinched her nostrils closed while holding that white mush against her lips, the glistening rod in his grasp as he brandished it like a weapon by its base. The lack of air became too much, too important to ignore before long as tears filled her eyes and she felt that thing smearing across her lips, leaving sticky, oily streaks. She could hold it no more, and her mouth opened wide for a gasp of air. 

   He thrust that thing forward, planting that distal tip forward between her parted lips. She felt it pushing down her tongue and sliding across it, the salty, slimy taste of it filling her mouth and brushing lightly across her teeth, though she dare not bite down. Her eyes watered and tears rolled down her cheeks, smearing fancy, well layered makeup in streams down her tanned cheeks, playing a strange game of connect the dots with her freckles. 

   "Oh don't make that face! It's not that bad…" he said as he pushed it to the back of her throat as he let go of her nose. Last thing he wanted was her choking as she tried to swallow it. His hand instead found its way to her throat and massages the lump, coaxing her to swallow while continuing to hold it to her. She felt her saliva pooling in the base of her mouth and that flavor spread all around. The salty gooey stuff melting across her tongue and flooding her mouth as she gagged, unable to get it down. Creamy, milk coloured saliva dribbled down her chin from the corner of her mouth as she gave him spiteful looks and sour looks. 

   Finally though, as he began to lightly shake that glistening rod and smear that white chunky mixture across the back of her throat she would let out a guttural gulp as she shoved that white stuff down her throat and shivered all the way down. Her butt wiggled and her spine rolled some in disgust and disbelief in herself as he looked down at her and smiled, watching her void her mouth of that stuff, one small swallow at once. He pulled the rod away and grinned at her as he spoke calmly just as she was collecting the rest of the stuff at the back of her mouth for a quick swallow. 

   "What do you call a rose by any other name? You cauliflower!" He said with a stupid face, and she had no time to react, a forcible spasm as her body laughed, seized and sneezed all at once, forcing her hand up to cover her mouth as it came up, and she spewed chunks of that thick white stuff up into her hand and out her nose. She choked on a coughing laugh, as she pulled her hand away and saw that half mushed, half chewed cauliflower in her hand as he just shook his head and scolded her.

   "No dessert for you, if you don't finish your dinner, babe." He said, with his lovable smile, as a hand reached down and grabbed the third leg of man meat in his pocket, all while she drooled sticky upchucked chunks of her most hated vegetables in her palm, and gazed daggers his direction. 

   "I swear I'll get you back for this." She mumbled.