August 2, 2013


Posted in stories at 5:25 am by littlesubmissions

She came home to the smell of smoke and the sight of his clenched jaw. He yanked the battery out of a screaming smoke detector, and left its disemboweled remains on the table as she cocked her head at him. “What the shit?”

He cleared his throat, and opened another window. Setting a fan in front of it blowing out, he sighed and turned to face her. “Hey. Nothing damaged, just a little burning.”

She blinked several times and nodded. “Good to know.” She looked around the kitchen, and tried to breathe through her mouth. “What did we burn?”

“Well…” He sighed and produced a misshapen lump in a pan. “It was supposed to be a cake.”

She poked it with one finger. It somehow managed to be crumbly and have an unhealthy, spongy texture at the same time. She winced and tried not to think of open wounds. “I think it’s good that you killed it, it was clearly evil.”

He shrugged and set it back on the oven. “I wanted to surprise you, don’t know why the recipe didn’t work. It always has before. Sorry.” He turned away and started loading the dishwasher.

She walked over to help him, passing him a mixing bowl and starting to put ingredients back in the cupboard. “Well, I was definitely surprised…” A sudden suspicion gnawed at her, and she held up a box of baking soda. “Just asking, but you know this is baking soda right?”

He looked up at her and nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

“Because your recipe uses baking powder.”

He blinked several times.

“They’re different.” She nodded slightly, several times.

He nodded back. “See, this is why people just buy cakes in stores. Baking soda, baking powder, teaspoon, tablespoon. Would it have have killed them just to call it little spoon and big spoon? Or baking soda and cooking powder? Then people might be able to make a damn cake.” He dropped the bowl into the washer and started violently scrubbing a spatula.

A chuckle tried to escape her lips, but she clenched her jaw and nodded gravely. “Well, I think I have a use for my cake anyway.”

He glanced up at her, and arched an eyebrow. “Ballast?”

She shook her head. “I think I’ll set it aside actually, and filthy boys can have it for dinner.”

He froze, and she let him process it for a few seconds, then lightly set a hand on his shoulder. “Boys who are just filthy can eat it off the floor, but boys who are filthy enough to please me might get to lick it out of the treads on my boots.”

She felt his shoulder relax, and wrapped her arms around him. They both stood very still for awhile.


“You’re welcome.”

Preview: He pulled his hat down firmly, and smiled at her.

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.


  1. i do not usually expect to giggle that much when reading porn ❤

    • littlesubmissions said,

      I like giggles sometimes, glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

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