Tied Up Taco Night
She wore fishnets and a halo of tequila,
licking salt off her thigh like a dare
Said “Dinner’s gonna be messy,
” and tossed me the cuffs with a wink
Before I could blink,
I was tied to a kitchen chair next to salsa and sin
She ground on my lap with a taco in one hand
and a whip in the other
Licked queso off her own nipples,
then shoved jalapenos in my mouth like foreplay
I coughed, she moaned, and called it flavor play
–I called it heaven in hell
Tied up taco night, dripping in sweat and sour cream
Her panties hit the floor with a splat and a smirk,
right next to the guac
I never knew humiliation could taste like cilantro and orgasm
She made me beg with a quesadilla pressed to my lips like mercy
Dripped hot sauce down her cleavage
and told me to lap it up or starve
I chose starvation, she laughed, and sat on my face anyway
Her thighs were tortillas and I was the desperate filling
Moaning into the night while the neighbors learned new words through drywall
And when I came, she fed me churros
and asked if I wanted dessert or punishment
I don’t remember the safe word, just the slap of skin on linoleum
And the fact that now I get hard every time I hear someone crunch a taco shell
Call it kink, call it chaos–but she made dinner a religion