Figging Recipe
Here’s a very nice figging recipe.
Items you will need:
a naked, willing woman and a bed
a single malt at least twelve years old
a hand of ginger and a paring knife
a riding crop or caneTake the woman to the bed. Make sure you’ve pinched her nipples cherry-red, spanked her thoroughly, and mouthed her clit into the sweetest, hardest little candy-pink erection you’ve ever had the pleasure to suckle. She will be in no mood to protest what you do next.
Tie her wrists together, then to the headboard, and pour yourself a wee dram.
Take the hand of ginger and slice off a plump finger. Pare and shape it carefully before her eyes while you explain where you are going to put it and why. Savour her panting and pleading just as you savour the heat of the whisky on your tongue.
Instruct her to flip over and present herself to you properly. If she hesitates, give her arse a light crack with the crop to show her that you’re in no mood for her nonsense.
Spread her cheeks with your fingers and thumb and press the tip of the ginger finger against her rosebud. If necessary, encourage her to relax with some pussy-rubbing. Don’t be too gentle. Note that even now, her cunt will be temptingly juicy and meaty, but you must restrain yourself for the moment.
When she is groaning, it should be an easy matter to slide the thick moist finger up her behind.
Take a seat and watch the fireworks.
Yes, she will writhe and scream as the peeled ginger stokes a blaze up her arse. If she screams anything but your name, deliver an admonitory tap: she knows better than that. Some women when figged become so animal as to spread their pussies against the bedsheets in a desperate attempt to rub themselves to orgasm, but a warning flick of the crop will put a stop to that foolishness.
She has her instructions. She knows she is not to come until you give permisssion.
Which you will do in good time: when you’ve enjoyed the last drop of that single malt. When she is shuddering and streaming with sweat and begging for you to release her. That’s when you’ll obligingly mount her and bury yourself to the hilt in her. That’s when you’ll let her come, when her muscular cunt clutches and milks you and you surge to your own groaning release deep in the furnace of her flesh.