#Gourmet Food Gifts

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Surprise Your Friends with Tailor Made Gourmet Gifts

Unique and considerate gifts for friends and family are hard to find. You may feel like you've given every candle, scarf, and coffee mug. Take a risk this year and give your loved ones custom gourmet food presents. Learn why artisanal delicacies make thoughtful gifts in this article. Luxury can be given with these handcrafted confections and boutique olive oils. Gourmet food gifts for even the pickiest foodies will be discussed. Tips for customizing each gift to your recipient's style and tastes are covered. Become a gourmet gift-giver with these tips. This season, skip the jumper and gift your friends custom baked goods, jams, munchies & more!

Pick the Perfect Gourmet Gift Basket.

Gourmet gift baskets are ideal for surprising someone with a thoughtful and delicious gift. With so many alternatives, how do you pick the best?

Consider Recipient Tastes.

The most important step is considering the recipient's preferences. Have a sweet tooth or prefer savoury snacks? Do they try new flavours or stick to the routine? Understanding their dietary preferences will help you choose.

For chocoholics, search for baskets with excellent chocolates, chocolate-covered fruits, or chocolate-infused sauces and spreads. A basket of gourmet crackers, nuts, and cheeses with a bottle of their favourite wine is perfect for wine lovers.

Dietary restrictions, allergies.

When choosing a gourmet gift box, consider dietary constraints and allergies. Find vegan, gluten-free, or nut-free baskets. Quality brands identify their items, making them easy to find.

If you don't know the recipient's diet, consider a basket with various things so everyone may enjoy it.

Events and Themes.

Gourmet gift baskets have several themes and designs for different occasions. Choose a romantic or festive hamper for an anniversary or the holidays.

Use a basket that matches the occasion and your message. Mother's Day and housewarming gifts could include a basket of breakfast goods, steaming coffee, or gourmet nibbles and champagne.

Quality overquantity.

Quality is critical for gourmet gift baskets. While the giant basket may seem enticing, choose one with high-quality, handcrafted goodies the recipient will love.

Find locally sourced, handcrafted, or small-batch baskets. Many have a particular flavour and narrative, making them unique gifts.

Presentation Counts.

Remember to value the presentation. Lovely baskets with careful designs can enhance the experience. Look for reusable baskets or baskets that may be used as storage or décor. Some firms allow you to personalise packaging with a handwritten letter or personalised greeting.

The Conclusion...

Gourmet food gifts show pals you care. You may find something unique and distinctive that suits their taste with all the alternatives. They'll feel special when you offer them a custom-made delicious gift. Gourmet gifting demonstrates you know someone and spend time making something special. Surprise your pals with a custom treat and make their day instead of a box of chocolates! Gourmet gifts help you express your creativity while giving your friends the best.

[artmall-ke]

Top 20 Best Gifts for Foodies That'll Make Them Drool

Finding the perfect present for a food enthusiast can be as challenging as nailing a soufflé on your first try. But fear not! We’ve curated a list of the best gifts for foodies that will tantalize their taste buds and ignite their culinary passion.  Whether you’re shopping for a seasoned chef or an adventurous eater, these gourmet food gifts and kitchen gadgets for food lovers are sure to…

[blackdoghoney]

Black Truffle Honey, A Slightly Decadent Culinary Gem

What is Black Truffle Honey?

When it comes to culinary indulgence, few ingredients can match the mystique and allure of truffles. Their rich, earthy flavor and intoxicating aroma have made them a coveted delicacy for centuries. But what happens when you take these exquisite fungi and blend them with delicious raw honey?

Health Benefits of Black Truffle Infused Honey

Beyond its delightful flavors, black truffle honey offers several health advantages:

Antioxidant Properties: Honey, in its natural state, is rich in antioxidants, which help protect the body from oxidative stress. The truffles add to these benefits with their own array of antioxidants.

Immune Support: Truffles contain vitamins, minerals, and other compounds that can enhance the immune system, potentially helping the body fight off illness.

Anti-Inflammatory Effects: Some research suggests that truffles may possess anti-inflammatory properties, which can be beneficial for overall health.

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Golden Brownstone Chocolate Gift Set

These are really good chocolates. Made by the Harlem chocolate Factory. Featured as one of Oprah’s favorite things for 2020. These decadent works of art makes wonderful gifts. 

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.” ―Charles M. Schulz

[emmaginate]

Pasta with salt and butter shouldn’t be so delicious

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Fear's spaghet 🤌

[tinyshe]

Mandarin Orange Curd

★★★★★ 5 from 5 reviews

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Ingredients

Scale x9

9 large eggs

18 Halos Mandarin Oranges

1 cup granulated sugar

12 tablespoon unsalted butter (cut into small pieces, room temperature)

Instructions

Zest 2-3 Halos Mandarins, if you would like to add zest to your curd. Cut each mandarin in half and juice each one into a measuring cup until you have 1/2 cup of mandarin juice.

Over medium heat, begin simmering water in a saucepan that is sized perfectly to support a stainless steel bowl that you will use to mix up your ingredients (bottom of bowl should rest just above your water level).

In that stainless steel bowl, whisk together the eggs, sugar, and mandarin juice with a wire whisk, until combined and smooth. When the water is gently simmering, place the stainless steel bowl over the saucepan. Whisk constantly until mixture has thickened, which can take anywhere from 5-10 minutes (about 170 degrees F on a candy thermometer). When thickened, remove from heat and immediately whisk in room temperature butter pieces until they have melted completely and are incorporated with the mixture.

Pour mixture into a bowl or containers for storage. Allow to cool completely and then refrigerate until firm and chilled (at least 1 hour, but 3-4 is best).

Notes

–Mandarin Orange Curd will keep for about 1 week, covered in the refrigerator

–Use as a spread on breads, biscuits, pancakes, topping for fruit, as a filling for cakes or cupcakes, for a layered parfait, and more

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Gift package ideas in Wisconsin - WiscoBoxes

WiscoBoxes creates a range of gift packages filled with Wisconsin-made products, such as cheese, craft beer, sausage, and snacks, perfect for men. Perfect for holidays, birthdays, Father's Day, or corporate events, these packages will give the taste of Wisconsin.

 With customizable options, WiscoBoxes provides unique, high-quality gifts suited to any occasion, making it easy to find something special for any man.

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In today’s fast-paced world, sending gifts to loved ones, friends, or even colleagues has become more convenient than ever, thanks to the rise of online shopping. Whether you're miles away or just around the corner, you can effortlessly send flowers and gift baskets to the Philippines to make any occasion memorable. But what makes a gift truly special? It’s not just the thought—it’s the care, detail, and love that go into picking the perfect gift basket, hamper, or flower arrangement.

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Crave Cook & Eat!

I love cooking and eating! As it heats up, I crave a lighter fare like seafood and fish. I’ve got fresh herbs growing in the garden too! This piece is perfect for a kitchen, cafe, restaurant or foodie gift. GET IT HERE!

[sutterbuttes]

Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co.: Elevate Your Gifting with Gourmet Food Gifts

In an age where experiences and personalization define luxury, the art of gifting has transcended beyond mere material presents. Enter Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co., a pioneer in crafting exquisite gourmet food gifts that are as delightful to give as they are to receive. For the discerning palate, these gifts offer an unforgettable culinary journey, blending tradition, innovation, and premium quality.

The Essence of Gourmet Food Gifts

Gourmet food gifts are more than just assortments of high-end edibles; they embody a philosophy of appreciation and indulgence. They are curated with care, emphasizing the finest ingredients, artisanal techniques, and an understanding of gastronomic excellence. At Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co., this philosophy is at the heart of every product, making each gift not just a present, but an experience.

A Legacy of Excellence

Located in the heart of California, Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co. has been a beacon of quality and authenticity in the gourmet food industry. Known for its award-winning olive oils, the company has expanded its repertoire to include an array of gourmet products. From rich balsamic vinegars to delectable spreads and tapenades, each item is crafted with the same dedication to excellence.

Curated Collections for Every Occasion

Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co. offers a diverse range of gourmet food gift collections, perfect for any occasion. Whether it’s a festive celebration, a corporate gift, or a token of appreciation, their curated collections cater to all. Imagine presenting a loved one with a beautifully packaged set that includes:

Premium Extra Virgin Olive Oils: Cold-pressed and bursting with flavor, these oils are the cornerstone of any gourmet kitchen. With varieties like Meyer Lemon and Blood Orange, they add a unique twist to everyday dishes.

Gourmet Balsamic Vinegars: Aged to perfection, these vinegars elevate salads, marinades, and desserts. Flavors such as Fig and Espresso lend a sophisticated touch to any meal.

Artisanal Tapenades and Spreads: Made from the freshest ingredients, these spreads are perfect for appetizers or enhancing main dishes. Think sun-dried tomato tapenade or roasted garlic spread – each bite is a testament to Sutter Buttes’ commitment to quality.

Exquisite Finishing Salts and Sugars: Adding the final touch to a culinary masterpiece, these flavored salts and sugars are a gourmet’s delight. With options like Lavender Vanilla Sugar or Black Truffle Salt, they transform simple dishes into gourmet experiences.

Customization: A Personal Touch

Understanding that every gift is personal, Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co. offers customization options to cater to individual preferences. Customers can create bespoke gift sets, selecting their favorite products to tailor the perfect gourmet gift. This personalized approach ensures that each gift is unique and memorable.

Sustainable and Ethical Practices

In addition to their focus on quality, Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co. is committed to sustainable and ethical practices. They source their ingredients from local farmers who adhere to sustainable farming methods, ensuring that every product is not only delicious but also responsibly produced.

A Culinary Experience to Remember

Gifting a Sutter Buttes Olive Oil Co. gourmet food gift is more than just giving food; it’s offering a culinary experience that the recipient will cherish. It’s about sharing a passion for fine food, creating moments of joy, and elevating everyday meals into gourmet adventures.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

UPDATE What's up, it's the proposal guy. You said you wanted to know how this turned out, so I figured I'd tell you. First some context though, because I'm mean and I wanna keep you in suspense longer.

1- I don't wanna doxx us so I'm not telling you where we live, but suffice to say, neither of us are American, and gay marriage has been legal here for less than five years. For both of us, this is the first relationship we've had where marriage was even an OPTION, and I think that's where we've been getting some of that whole 'this has to be a REAL proposal with EVERYTHING' idea.

2- I gotta figure out how to explain this properly. So, I'm pretty used to being the GUY guy in relationships? I was always the one who did the nice gestures, not the one they got done for. Before I met my dream guy, I didn't really notice or care that it was such a thing, I just assumed that's how shit worked. Also, I promised I wouldn't talk a lot about his stuff here, but his last boyfriend before me SUCKED. Anyway point here is, it turns out we both REALLY like feeling swept off our feet sometimes, and a big part of finding each other has been getting to feel special for once? That's a stupid sappy way of putting it the point here is I think all that's what morphed into "I need to be the one getting proposed to, also it has to be completely perfect", and then our Petty & Extra genes got involved.

So I'm sitting in bed thinking about all that up there, and watching all the comments coming in basically being like "Dude, you are BLOWING this" on repeat, and telling me to compromise, and I look up and see him flossing in the bathroom and making all these doofy faces at the mirror, and it's like a switch just flips in my brain, and I'm like "Oh, I'd rather he gets to have his perfect proposal than we both have an okay one". I'm gonna do it.

Morning rolls around, and while I'm 'out for my jog like normal' I hit up a pawn shop for a temp ring (the ring pop thing is cute but NOT HIM). I found one I was at least confident wouldn't get ruined the first time he got his hands greasy (he fixes old machines as a hobby it's hot as hell), got back home, and hid the box in the toe of my nasty ass workout shoes in the bedroom closet, since I figured he'd check there last.

He was still asleep, because he stays up late no matter what and then is SHOCKED he's tired the next day, so I called and booked a table at our usual anniversary spot. (Side note about the 'he picks bad restaurants' thing. This isn't an 'I like Greek, you like Chinese' situation, dude's just BAD at finding places. He either assumes pricey is tasty and I get to eat some overrated gourmet bullshit, or he'll try and find something hip and underground and risk giving us food poisoning again, and he REFUSES to give up and pick somewhere we've been before when it's his turn to plan date night. I'm obsessed with him <3.) Date was set, I'd propose on the 21st.

Some of you might have noticed this, but fun fact! It's currently the 16th.

Last night I'm doing dishes and he's been sent to our room for mug collection duty, and he's taking FOREVER, so I go check just in case he found the ring, because the man's a gift tracking BLOODHOUND. Turns out he hasn't, he's found my Angry Box.

I assume other people have an Angry Box? Basically, we had this huge messy fight right when we first moved in together, and I never wanna let it get that bad again, so I have this shoebox where I keep a bunch of our stuff I can look at if we're fighting and hopefully cool off. There's one of those photo booth roll things, letters we wrote when he moved back with his parents for COVID, the wine cork from our first date, shit like that. Anyway, he's just sitting on the floor staring at it, and I explain about the Angry Box, and then he! Proposes!!! Kind of.

He definitely didn't have anything prepared, because by 'propose' I mean 'ugly cried & rambled at me for several minutes before I figured out it WAS a proposal', but once I got on the same page it was amazing. I said yes, and he had to admit he didn't have a ring for me because he was CONVINCED he'd win and I'd do it, so I grabbed mine because, yeah, he was right. He was like "this is the ugliest ring I've ever seen" and I was like yeah well the plan is to replace it later and he went "No. You can pry this off my cold dead fingers. After I'm buried with it." So I guess it's not a temporary ring anymore.

I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to this morning. I pointed out we still have the reservation, and he said I should propose there anyway because "We can get a free dessert. They have those creme brulee shot glasses you like. And for love, or something" and I said ok deal, but that means you gotta get me a ring to keep it fair, and his eyes LIT UP. When I swung by his work for lunch he was still on the phone with a jeweler and he had a whole page of notes on three other ones. Pray for me.

OH PS: I was RIGHT that he'd been the one behind the cat biting me, but it wasn't about the proposal stuff, it's because I paid my baby sister three dollars to shout 'fuck you' every single time he enters a room she's in for (if you ask me, he should be madder at my sister for charging so little), and he did it by giving her a bunch of treats for biting his hands too, so now neither of us can pet our baby girl without oven mitts on. HOLY SHIT I love this man.

Oh my goddddddd I love everything about this <333 I awwww'd out loud on a voice call, like, six times while reading. You two are friggin perfect for each other and so obviously smitten with each other and I wish y'all all the happiness in the world

PS Are y'all planning to have a big wedding? If so oh boy I can't WAIT to get that one in the inbox

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The perfect gift for foodie moms: Ka Tunying's Ma's the Chef Pasta Set

Mother’s Day is already here, and what better way to celebrate this special occasion than by giving Mom a gift that she will love? If, for some reason, you’re still looking for that special something that will make her heart skip a beat, consider gifting mom with the Ma’s the Chef (Pasta Set) from Ka Tunying’s. From Ka Tunying himself Ka Tunying’s is the casual “tambayan” and “restoran” in one…

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Thoughtful Gift Ideas For Mother's Day

Thoughtful Gift Ideas For Mother’s Day Mother’s Day is just around the corner, and if you’re like most people, you’re probably wondering what to get for the woman who gave you life. While flowers and chocolates are always nice, they can sometimes feel a bit generic. So if you’re looking to really make your mom feel special this year, it’s time to get a little creative. So read on for some great…

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it’s your privilege | taylor sloane & fem!reader

Taylor can’t help herself from teasing you. She often thinks it’s a form of cuteness aggression.

Word count: 4270

Tags | MDNI: smut, fluff, masturbation, cunnilingus, strap-ons, light choking, brief hair-pulling, a lot of teasing, light/sorta degradation, praise (taylor was feeling generous), dom!taylor sloane

“You were awfully quiet tonight,” you heard Taylor say from the washroom. You looked up from your phone and saw her rubbing in her facial serum in the mirror with the tips of her fingers. 

You set your phone face down on the pillow beside you, sitting up and tucking your hands under your thighs. “Yeah, I know. I just didn’t feel much like talking with everyone.” 

After some moments of silence while you watched Taylor finish up her nighttime routine, her eyes met yours through the mirror. She smiled at the sight of your softened expression once your eyes met, a glint of mischief mirrored through her reflection.

Taylor liked that she was able to make you so soft, that all she had to do was tease you a little or even just meet your eyes to make you feel better than anyone else could. 

She thought you were so cute and sensitive and so obsessed with her. 

Turning the washroom light off and closing the door behind her, she approached you sitting with your legs hanging from the bed. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you removed your hands from under your thighs to support her as she took a seat sideways on your lap. 

“Diana was curious about that earthenware pot you made for me when she saw it in the kitchen,” Taylor said, absently running her hand up your chest as her eyes ran over your face, her pinky and ring finger pressing gently into the soft flesh of your left breast. “She asked if you were selling any more like it.”

When you and Taylor were first seeing each other, she invited you over for dinner once and you found out that she was an incredible cook. She’s always had the passion for cooking, she told you, but her busy schedule never made much room for shopping for gourmet ingredients, much less the time it took to cook intricate dishes just for one. 

From that, you learned two things: Taylor was an amazing fucking cook, and secondly, that she had a big heart, seeing little purpose in cooking so beautifully if she seldom had anyone to share her food with.

“I noticed that she kind of kept looking over at me,” you said, absently rubbing Taylor’s thigh with the palm of your hand. “I think she wanted to have a conversation so I kept moving around so she’d have to keep talking her way through different people to get to me.”

“She’s such a bitch,” Taylor huffed in irritation, tucking her hand under your shirt and rubbing the pads of her fingers against your stomach. “I tell her it’s not for sale and she has to go and talk to you like she didn’t believe me.”

You laughed with your head tipped back slightly and Taylor’s frown relaxed. She liked that you didn’t take her socialisation and professional life as seriously as she did. 

“What did you tell her after she asked if it was for sale?” you asked. 

“I told her you made it specially for me the night you invited me over for dinner to ask me to be your girlfriend.” Taylor grinned and hugged you close with her arm still around your shoulders, recalling the beloved memory. 

You had shown Taylor the pot after you had dinner together. But you hadn’t even wrapped it in a bow or anything, so Taylor didn’t know it was a gift until you told her, and she didn’t know you had made the whole damn thing until you told her that too.

It just looked so perfect and beautiful. She hadn’t ever been given a gift like that before, let alone any made for her because someone thought she was an amazing cook. 

“That still didn’t shoo her off of wanting me to make her one, huh?” you said, an arm wrapping securely around Taylor’s waist to ensure she didn’t slip as she adjusted herself on your lap. 

“So glad my girlfriend hates socialising with any other living breathing human being besides me,” she teased, batting her eyelashes at you. 

Taylor stood from your lap and reached down to lift your leg up, guiding you backwards onto the bed.

“Not true,” you defended. 

“Yeah? Name one other person but me who isn’t your immediate family that you’d genuinely love to have a conversation lasting over an hour with — in, like, some empty padded room.” She climbed onto the bed on all fours, advancing on top of you, but not before pulling the waistband of your pyjama pants down and nipping at your hip playfully. 

You started playing with some of her sprawled out hair where your fingertips could reach as you laid beneath her while she slowly ascended your body like a snake, tugging your shirt upwards and kissing and biting gently at your stomach. “I really like that woman at the bakery just outside of Joshua Tree.”

Taylor breathed out sharply through her nose as if to laugh dryly, and you felt it just between your ribcage. “The one that always gives you an extra cheese danish when you go, but hardly even talks to me when I go?”

“Yeah, her.”

“That’s really sweet — the only other person you can tolerate socially is someone who hates me.” She secured your hips between her knees and hovered over your face with an elbow by your head, an impish smile on her lips. 

She leaned down and nipped at the tip of your nose. “Wrong answer,” she said. 

“What was the right answer?” you implored, moving your hands up her smooth thighs, tucking them beneath her slip before moving up further and resting your hands on her hips. 

“You shouldn’t have disagreed with me in the first place,” she teased, the prettiest grin spreading across her face, bare of makeup.

She sighed superficially as if disappointed and lifted herself up to sit between your hips, below your lower stomach. She ran her hands up your clothed stomach and chest as if pondering something absently. 

With her bottom lip stuck out a little in a pout, she said, “And I was really in the mood to make you feel good tonight, baby; I thought you just look so cute with your hair up.”

“I guess we’ll both have to go to bed unsatisfied.”

Taylor laughed and moved her hand up your chest, the tips of her fingers very nearly brushing against your nipple beneath your shirt and sending a dull wave of unsatiated desire through your body; she always knew which buttons to press. 

“Who’s both?” she asked. 

She leaned down so she was hovering above you again and you expected her to say something, so you watched her lips. They parted and your eyes flickered up to hers, watching as they fluttered shut. 

You quickly looked down between your hips and saw Taylor tucking her hand beneath her pink satin slip.

When you looked back up, her lips were pulled back into a slight grin as she watched your cheeks flush and your eyes dart around. She started to slowly roll her hips forward so she could use your body to push the back of her hand against.

You tried to interrupt her and wiggle out from underneath her — you wanted to be able to touch her too. “Tay-”

“Don’t move,” she all but whimpered from beyond clenched teeth. “You’ll ruin it, and I won’t be able to get off.”

There was no way she was as turned on as she was making it seem, and she knew you knew that too; she was teasing you, and letting you know she wasn’t going to let you touch her at all. 

She tucked her hand beneath your head and lifted you while your elbow moved back so you could sit yourself up. Her hand, now cradling the back of your head, led your lips to her neck, and Taylor sighed when you began kissing down the smooth, warm expanse of her skin. Her hand began to pick up speed, her wrist moving quickly against your lower stomach.

“I love you, Taylor,” you murmured against her throat.

You felt the vibrations of her satisfied hum against your lips. “I love…” she sighed out, then slid her hand around your head to take hold of the lower half of your face, pulling you away from her neck to meet your eyes, “having your mouth on my cunt.”

Taylor liked to push you as far as she could; when you were horny, she could get away with any amount of teasing as long as it brought you closer to being able to please her.

“Beg to eat me out.”

“Please.” You immediately begged. “Please,” you repeated, and moved yourself up onto both elbows. “I wanna make you feel good, Taylor. Please let me eat you out. Please, I wanna make you come. I wanna taste you.”

Her hand slid out from between your bodies and she parted your lips, sliding her thumb into your mouth and pushing your lower jaw down to open your mouth. Then she slid two fingers in, rather pleased to watch as your lips immediately wrapped around her. 

You circled your tongue around her fingers, sucking with your lips as you swallowed.

“Do you like that?” she asked, looking down at you, her wavy blonde hair slipping from behind her ears and brushing against your cheeks.

When you nodded, she asked, “Is that all you wanted? Shall we go to bed now?”

“No,” you immediately protested, her fingers still in your mouth.

Green eyes dissected your expression with unparalleled focus, drinking in how you looked so desperate and flushed and overwhelmed. 

But it always made you feel so warm when Taylor’s eyes ran over your face in the tender way that only she could do, even when she was trying to only tease; her eyes would run over the trembling of your soft lips and over your delicate eyelids, how your tongue peeked over your bottom teeth and how your eyes darted side to side to capture both of her own. 

She removed her fingers from your mouth and kissed you, her fingers dipping into your hair to cup your cheek and rub the pads of her fingers into the side of your head softly.

The both of you moved and she parted from your lips so your head rested on your pillows and Taylor could hold onto the headboard for balance. She repositioned herself on top of you. 

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” she asked, looking down at you as both her knees laid beside your head. 

You kissed her inner thighs and ran the palm of your hands up the back of her legs before groping her ass. “Thank you,” you told her sincerely. 

She smiled, satisfied, and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her wet cunt.

You nearly started crying real tears when she lowered herself down onto your face, your tongue parting her pussy and your lips immediately wrapping around her. Her flavour spread through your mouth and your hands moved up to take hold of her hips and bring her weight further down onto you. 

She let out a long, relieved groan as if she had been waiting for you to eat her out for as long as you had been, though she had made you beg for so long. 

Her hips rolled forward and back in a gentle swaying rhythm, letting your tongue explore her, delve through her soft folds, in and out of her opening, tasting how she felt just and only ever for you. 

Taylor was careful not to move so much lest she become unaware of each and every way your tongue moved against her, for she wanted to feel every inch of how you worshipped and loved her, tasting her slowly with a hunger only she could satiate.

In the meantime your hands explored her body, your thumbs running up her obliques and with a flat palm, how her stomach rose and fell with each of her quickened breaths. She took hold of your wrist and moved it up to her breast, her moan enthusiastic and prolonged when you pinched her nipple between two fingers.

You could feel her begin to pick up speed, and your other hand supported her hips, groping the side of her ass securely. She took hold of the headboard with one hand on your head, encouraging you, petting you. 

“Make me come, Y/N,” she told you, and you pleased her in the way you knew she loved, in the way you held back when you knew all she wanted at first was just to feel you love her slowly and without any intention of bringing her to orgasm just yet.

For some years when Taylor was younger, she did ballet.

You knew nothing about ballet or any form of dancing, but you sometimes thought you could see traces of her time as a ballerina in Taylor’s everyday life. For example, she had great posture, and you always thought she moved so elegantly. Her steps were extraordinarily light, and sometimes she snuck up on you when she entered a room.

When Taylor came above you, you always watched with rapt attention the way her back arched, the way her gracefully-moving hips came to a staggered halt, twitching as she released above you. She threw her head back and groaned, the angle of her jaw trailing down smooth and sharp to the corner of her earlobe, exposing the expanse of her pale neck and the shadowed contours of her throat and clavicle.

When Taylor reached her orgasm, she looked like how she did all the time — beautiful, and like she had been rehearsing for audiences the way her eyes squeezed shut and how her pink lips parted, and the way she moaned and called your name and squeezed her thighs securely around your head. 

A trembling thigh lifted and released you from beneath her so she could sit herself down beside your shoulder, laying her head back against the headboard and catching her breath for a moment.

You turned and wrapped your arm around her thighs, kissing the side of her hip. She laid a hand on your head and brushed your hair out of your face.

After a moment, Taylor leaned down and whispered into your ear, “Close your eyes.” She pressed a kiss between your eyebrows and you felt her slip off of the bed, and you listened as she walked a few metres away.

A few moments later, you felt the bed dipping by your ankles and, though tempted, you kept your eyes shut until Taylor climbed atop of you again so her face was at the same level as yours.

“Open your eyes,” she said, then pressed her hips forward against yours to rub her solid length against your upper thigh.

Before you had time to react, Taylor met your lips with hers, kissing you with fervour as she began to pull your shorts and underwear down. You squirmed beneath her, adjusting your legs and hips as much as possible so she could remove your clothes without disconnecting from your lips. 

She rubbed her strap against your cunt, and you heard her make a satisfied noise when she felt how slick and ready you were against the transparent blue silicone. 

Your hips bucked upwards and Taylor immediately pressed a hand down onto your left hip and forced your ass flat back down onto the back.

She lifted your shirt above your head and you watched as your chest was covered in her long wavy blonde hair. Your nipples hardened when her hair brushed against your breasts.

Taylor massaged one of your breasts with her palm, the other running up and down your side soothingly as she sucked at your hardened nipple. She switched breasts and you wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her securely against your body and feeling the comfort of her weight against you. 

She reached down and began rubbing the length of her strap against your cunt, moaning into your mouth then parting from your lips so you could watch her expression twist into that of desire as she bit her bottom lip and looked down at you scrutinizingly. 

Cracking under her pressure, you squeezed her around the waist and forced your hips upwards, pleading, “Taylor, please, I can’t wait. I want–”

“Watch your tone with me,” she reprimanded, pressing the heel of her hand against your hip harsher and forcing your hips back down. “It’s a privilege to be touched by me.”

You nodded in agreement, shutting your mouth and meeting her eyes obediently.

“Repeat it,” she told you.

Without even a beat of hesitation, you repeated, “It’s a privilege to be touched by you.”

“That’s right, Y/N,” she cooed. “You only get to feel good when I have enough time to entertain you. Your pleasure will never come before mine.”

Her stare softened at your obedient nod and your focused stare as you hung onto her every word. “Turn around,” she then said. “You know how cute I think you sound when you have your face pressed into the pillows.”

She lifted herself from you momentarily to allow you space to turn onto your stomach, and you were soon cocooned by Taylor’s body from behind.

Brushing your hair from your shoulder so she could whisper against the side of your head, Taylor’s lips pressed against your ear as her cock prodded at your opening. “You’ve been such a good girl,” she said before taking hold of your hips with both hands and pulling your ass up against her. 

You arched your back and allowed her to pull you onto her cock slowly, and Taylor continued speaking by your ear as she entered you slowly. “You’re so tight,” she said. 

There was a certain way Taylor liked to fuck you, and she knew you loved it. She was purposeful and delicate as her hips pulled back and thrusted forward, but right around when your cunt had taken about half of her strap, she’d buck her hips forward sharply and enter you with a firm impact so her hips slapped against your ass. She timed it perfectly each time, treating you delicately as she moved in and out of you then meeting your ass with a snap of her hips.

She was filled with so much satisfaction, her ego reaching heights as she listened to your soft whimpers and whines while you gripped onto the sheets and begged for her; you weren’t specific when you asked for more, but Taylor knew that, mostly, you were just asking for her. 

“I think you’re so cute when you act all shy,” she said through her soft pants. “I think you’re so gentle and soft-spoken, blushing when you get complimented by strangers, stuttering when you speak.” 

She took a handful of your ass and groped your breast with her other hand, tugging sharply at your nipple. “It makes me so wet when you’re like that. You always act so shy — even when you’re taking my cock six inches into your tight cunt.”

She released your breast and wrapped a hand around your neck, arching you up and allowing her to bite down on your neck, trailing soon-to-be dark bruises up to just below your jawline. 

Soft moans and whimpers muffled by her hand wrapped around your neck only urged Taylor to fuck you harder. She fucked you with more effort, groaning breathily into your ear. Her other hand wrapped around your hip and she lifted your ass up, letting go of your neck to slide a pillow under your hips.

Taylor lifted herself onto her knees and placed both hands on your hips, pulling your ass back against her in time with when she thrusted forward, her hips meeting your ass with a sharp slap each time.

From across the room to the left of the bed by the bedroom door, her attention was caught by the mirror. She reached down and took a handful of your hair gently, turning your head and making you face the mirror. 

She watched as your eyes met hers through your reflection and she felt herself grin watching how at her mercy you were, bent over and arched with your face pressed against the pillows and your hair in her tightened hand. 

“Don’t I look good fucking you, baby?” she panted, grinning down at you, her other hand gripping at your waist and pulling you back against her. 

“You look beautiful, Taylor,” you conceded adoringly. 

“Look at how beautiful we look together. You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.” She leaned down so her body cocooned your back and she buried her face in your hair, both hands now grasping at your ass and hips harshly. 

Taylor’s body meshed in perfect sync with yours, her long wavy hair spilling down her smooth back, her skin glistening with sweat, the black harness fastened around her hips. She reached her arm around and met your clit with her fingers, massaging against you in circles while she kissed your back. 

“I love you, Y/N,” she said against your shoulder. “Come for me.”

You were the sweetest thing when you came, all whimpers and cries for her, always reaching for her to feel her close to you. She let go of your left hip and interlaced her hand with yours.

Taylor kissed your neck softly, listening closely as your breath caught in your throat then released. She slowed her thrusts and stopped playing with your clit, her other hand moving to rub up and down your side soothingly. 

You started catching your breath and Taylor moved her lips further up to kiss beneath your jaw where it was warmest. 

“I love you,” Taylor murmured. 

“I love you too,” you replied tiredly with a long, satisfied exhale. 

She helped you put your shirt back on because you were tired, then slid your underwear back on too and kissed her way up your thighs. She unfastened her harness then quickly brushed her hair in the mirror again before joining you back in bed. She turned the nightstand lamp off and got under the sheets with you. 

With your eyes closed and your body facing Taylor’s, she watched you silently as you dozed with her arm tucked under her head. 

Taylor was aware how shallow and, frankly, aimless much of her life was. She was successful in her career and successful amongst her peers — but all of it, for what? It wasn’t enough for her to do what she did without anything real. 

You were the ground under her feet and the most special thing in her life — you made her life real, and you made her special.

Even in college she always knew at the back of her mind that she didn’t have what other people had; everyone else had supportive families and friends they’d known since high school and partners who loved them.

Taylor grew up with parents who were just as arrogant and abusive as they were rich, and a brother who grew up to be just like them. She didn’t quite know what to do when she knew that she wasn’t interested in the people she was friends with because it wasn’t ever like she had anyone else to talk with. 

People who weren’t like the friends she didn’t care about weren’t interested in talking with someone like her. 

When she moved to Los Angeles after graduation, she wanted to make new friends. She was going into entrepreneurship — however the fuck anyone defined that — but she had enough money to make mistakes and start something new. 

In spite of that, she ended up in the exact same place as she was all of college — with people she wished she could grow out of and doing shit she couldn’t see herself doing forever. 

Frankly, Taylor thought she was fucked up.

Maybe it was in her genes. 

Nicky turned out just like their parents, after all, and maybe there was only just so far that she could make it on her own without giving up and resorting to living off of her parents’ money with no ambition and no plans for anything real. 

But then she met you, and she wanted you like she’s never wanted anything else. 

You were so creative and sensitive and smart, and it didn’t seem like you hated her. She took her time with you and tried not to scare you away, but no amount of careful effort could change the way she was. 

But if there was any fateful reason she ended up in Los Angeles, it was for you.

When you told Taylor you were interested in her, you gave her the only real and special thing she’s ever looked forward to in her life. 

Everything she did only ever made sense because of you. After meeting you, it just seemed like everything made sense for the very first time. 

The only real things in her life all revolved around you — a shared home, a lover, a best friend, a future, a real life with someone who really loved her and put her before anything else.

Plus, if you really loved her as much as you always said, then maybe she wasn’t as fucked up as she thought she was. Even she started to make sense.

“Don’t ever leave me,” she whispered to you, then smiled as she watched you continue to sleep peacefully.

You looked the most beautiful when you didn’t know she was watching.