Thanksgiving Dinner Delay (Erotica)

by Ginger Segreti

Description

I awoke early to get started on dinner. My husband loved to distract me and I wasn't going to fall for it today. The whole family was coming for an early supper. Grasping the handle I opened the oven, the warm steam bursting over my face. My nostrils filled with the scent of Thanksgiving. Waves of heat licked my arms and wafted down my torso as I peered at the thermometer. Everything looked good. I grabbed the baster, sucked up juices pooling in the bottom of the pan, and shot it out over the turkey. The bird glistened. I shut the oven door, satisfied.