The Deviled Egg Made Me Do It

by Holly Wilde

“Shelby Shells Egg Shells by the Sink Side,”

My egg man is ready to get fully undressed, and show me just how hard boiled his body really is.

Beating the beastly thing like he’s making an omelet, he strokes down to the tuft of pubic herbs before squeezing back up. The egg-shaped head tipped with tiny horns glistens as he fists himself.

well. I feel like a chicken in a time warp the way I lay the oval bulges before sucking them back in.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m thanking the heavens for my deviled egg.

I take him completely, feeling the tickle of chive and dill against my skin as he sinks balls deep.

I look over and see Damien filling the last one with his secret sauce. Squeezing the tip of his cock, a charming little flower of filling swirls into the boat. Setting it down beside the rest, he takes a pinch of paprika and sprinkles the spice effortlessly onto the top.

“So, what’s in this secret sauce? I’m pretty good at discerning flavors, and I’m curious if it’s nut-based.” “I guess you could say it’s something like that,”