........................................................ These tales now nic named Erotica are created by Sandy aka Oatmeal
It all started on the Weight Watchers dot com message board where some of us food lovers were chatting it up. MOVINGON2004 said " come on... talk dirty to me..... " "Tell me all about that big restaurant meal. Come on--how was it??? You had an appetizer-didn't you. Did you like it? Did it taste good? How did it feel?? Tell me all about the chocolate fondue. How did it taste--was it good?? Huh?? Was it? Did you touch it??? Did it make you feel good? (This is how I feel when trying to get people to tell me about their lunches out. I'm a sick sick individual.) Amy". The whole thread...My desire for Oatmeal was born, and has now been nick named ErOatica, the rest is history......
How I love my Oatmeal
I cradle the round bowl firmly in my hands, as I stare lovingly at the steaming mound before me. I sigh ~~ then take a slow breath pulling in the earthy aroma the heat is sending to my waiting nostrils.... as I drizzle golden honey from the dipper over the glistening skin my mouth begins to water. I sit gazing out the window as I lightly blow a cooling breath over the spoon of hot morning pleasure. I lift it to my parted lips and slide it in pulling the sticky sweet grain off the spoon to fill my mouth. Hmmmm yes still delicious, I roll it over my tongue the sweet honey flows to coat my cheeks, savoring the hot sweet sticky feeling, I breath slow and deep as I swallow the warm goo flows down my throat . I sit back content and smile.....
Tales of Oatmeal
I sit across from the man of my dreams as he caresses the warm bowl of oatmeal I have placed in his strong hands.... I part my lips and move forward he pulls back promising in a minute babe.... I slump into the chair low waiting his next move. He pulls the dipper from the honey pot holds it high and drizzles the honey over the steaming oats. my mouth waters as I await what he is about to feed me. The three of us sit there awkwardly as he moves his spoon through the smooth flesh before him. I sigh and plead I cannot wait any longer... please give it to me, now while it is hot. He pulls the spoon out leans in towards me slowly sliding it into my waiting mouth. I open wide and close my eyes. The stiffens of the spoon rests on my tongues as I suck the oats from its bowl.... My partner smiles contentedly stroking my hair and gently ask want more baby?
After having my oatmeal for so long soft and smooth today I decided to venture into a new realm. The realm of the steel cut. Being used to the sweet naked grain I stand fasinated by this new shell covered delight. I stare down at the ripples of pleasure I am about to devour and contemplate the firm passions soon to be mine. I drag my finger over the new form before me. I pull it wet to my mouth and savor the sweet taste, as it lays hard on my tongue. I catch my breath as I try to swallow. This is not my normal slow savory morning, this is rough, and coarse and full of body. I am ready, I will use nothing to ease this in, no honey or cream in this morning. I pull my shoulders back lower my gaze and prepare for this hearty heat filled encounter. I submit.
The kitchen table is waiting. This is where it will be done. rushed and frantic. Hot and satisfying. Instant oatmeal this morning for me. from a cold round blue clad bowl I start... Fast is better than none... I slash open the wrapper, roughly run my fingers around it’s still dry passions. then the heat is poured on... no time for kindness, no time for sweetner. swirl it quick get it in... fast and hard I swallow. it is done. instant oatmeal on the run...it was good for me, catch you later.
The one that got me banned ~ Dedicated to brown oatmeal
My long thick hair drapes my shoulders softly, my eyes soft with passion. I hold the bottle high above your bowl as I pour the steaming dark syrup over your body. The sweetness flows thick into the creaveses of whole grains that are your perfect form. Ohhh...... I sigh as I gaze at my sweet brown beauty. Warm and soft sweet and caring. The flavor of your full bodied goodness fills my senses. The scent of you sends my mind reeling. Your warm dark color makes my breath weak. I devour you mind and body. your smooth brown grain melts over my tongue and as I sigh my belly warms with the feel of you. my body relaxes as I am filled. my soul is nourished with warmth of your touch. I am content.
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Back by popular demand Much a do about Oatmeal
Much a do about Oatmeal... A true story of ErOatica. The naked hot creamy flesh of my oatmeal, beckons me yet again. It calls to me with desires to be devoured by my hot lustful mouth. Caressed by my talented tongue. I push aside the thoughts of my passionate encounters for fear of getting caught. But the thought of my dear sweet light oatmeal it calls me... I can resist no more, I respond with open lips, eyes wide, we dive into our forbidden love. Oh oatmeal what you do to me, you tempt me with your heat and ageless bounty. I yearn to make you mine take you into my body, oh my forbidden grain, I am yours, heat me.
For Lynn, Dressed in blueberries
Oh my sweet oatmeal dressed up with blueberries and cream in your grain... What you do for me. You know I appreciate your goodness and heat without the extras but oh... how sweet you are. I behold the round form that so entices me. I scoop you up to pull you to my waiting mouth. I relish you desire more of you, am enamored by you. I am drawn to eat more of your sweet heat. I cannot help myself as I move faster... I feel as though I need to gobble you up while my heart pounds in my chest. After I am satisfied slurping up the last of your sweet cream, I slump into my chair. A smile of fulfillment crosses my face, my sweet as you are gone, but not forgotten.
Is this love?
You explode in my mouth.... The flavors send my mind whirling. Just like the blackberry jam we whirled over your skin. Since our relationship began I am so much happier and healthier... My love of you my dear sweet oatmeal has even lowered my cholestrol. It is amazing what love can do for a body. I am warm all morning with thoughts of you. Satisfied after each encounter we have. So many times we meet and you show me yet another side of you to love. My desire for you rises each time you leave. I cannot get enough of you. Some may say your plain, but I see the side of you so many miss. Your heat, your firm form, you tender side, how you sweet juices coat my mouth and throat, I relish those moments. You take my breathe away. Oh my oatmeal what you do for me.
She moved in on my Oatmeal
I walked in to find Laura with her mouth all over my oatmeal! That Pygar92, she moved right in, she could not wait to taste the sweetness of that grain. granted I had cheated just this morning with some ripe fat blueberries glistening in the morning sunlight. the dew fresh on their cheeks... I could not resist, i tried... I drew them in and felt each explode with heightened force in my mouth. sweet, cool, and wet. I drooled over each of them without abandon. then they were gone! they left me cold after they had had their way with me. but I never expected someone else to move in and take the affections of my oatmeal. Laura gloated how the oatmeal satisfied her every morning desire. she claimed I was not missed at all.... well girlie I am back hand my baby back to me!
Today I took my oatmeal out on a new adventure. This is the tale of how I experienced my Boatmeal. I boarded a sailboat oats in hand. The SS Quaker rocked and I got excited. I was giddy with anticipation, oatmeal stayed cool till the water hit it square in it's middle. Then with the steam rising off it's smooth perfect self it enticed me... filled me with hot sweet desire. I breathed in deep as i took my first taste... My mind reeled the cool ocean air salting the taste of my sweet oat. We rocked together my hands were now warm from the heat of the bowl I kept nestled safe in them, as I survey it's perfect oat beauty laying before my lust filled eyes. Licking, biting, slurping at it, I took it all in.... sweet and hot deep inside of my body. At final gasping breath I devoured the last drop in my content mouth. I leaned back on the mast and felt calm as my belly expanded and my soul soared... me and my oatmeal on the high seas.
Now with 50% less sugar... Can I handle my oatmeal not so sweet? I ask who needs sweet I need whole grain rough and manly. I grab a hold and dive right in. I do not touch you light, I hold you firmly. No holding back I need to taste... I need to bite... I need take it on whole and earthy. Oh my oatmeal baby you may have cut your sugar but you have not cut your satisfaction. you warm me fill me complete me. I take you all, give you my cooling breath as your heat rises. You are so hot my lips they burn beneath you. you coat my mouth pleasure my tongue and bring be passion beyond my dreams. I feel you fill my belly, and nourish my needs. You are so very hot... you are still the grain for me sweet or not.
Bath gel with lavender and oatmeal
I find you in so many new ways. I desire you in each fashion you present yourself in each new location I did not expect you at Target. But you becon me, call to me, tempt me with your mere name, oatmeal. This day you lure me with your sweet incense and shade of lavender enticing me in with gel. This new color it suits you, I can not hold myself back. I need to feel you touch me. I bring you to my bath, we lay together as the steaming water laps at us. you melt into the bath there is not a spot on my body you are missing. . I feel you cool in my hand the gel you hold is silky smooth as it flows over my burning hot skin. My belly heaves as you touch it, my breast they are polished as you tantalize them. The scent of you fills my nostrils. I relax beneath you. I need you, I feel you you are filling my every breath. My mind floats away to all the sweet oatmeal dreams you have created for me. The desire created in your grain and ever changing personality intrigue me. I will take you experience you and desire you any way I can get you.......thanks Lynn
The facts of Oatmeal
Thinking back on my dear love, oatmeal I smile. It is my core of life and life to my core. It has no plans of it's own, it is open to anything my imagination presents to it. It warms my mouth, body and soul, it helps my heart beat free. The fact is I can take it steel hard or smooth as silk. I can have it cool to sooth or hot to excite my senses. I can immerse my mind in it's calm without fear of reproach. No one ever got an std from my sweet Quaker or even pregnant. Oatmeal the safe . as requested by CherrySparkle & WNT2BTHN0805
Cold winter Oatmeal
The snow flies and the wind howls as I lay before the fire with my big bowl of hot oats. I run my fingers over the rippling grains and ask my darling have you been working out? The oatmeal is silent beckoning me in. The sweet smell of Ode de Splenda fills my nostrils, oh my oats you smell so sweet today. I gently take the oats to my lips and feel the warmth touch my skin. I hesitate staring into the fire. At last the longing over takes me I pull the oats hard into my mouth rolling the sweet heat over my cheeks caressing it with my tongue. The rhapsody of the earthy grains fills my senses. I close my eyes, drifting in contentment... Requested by ~THINKY~ , cherrysparkle, DK617 & PLUSJAMAISGROSSE
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