Tina sloppily walked up the front steps of her house. Dinner, held in one hand, her purse under her arm and the keys in the other hand.

Her week had been busy and she had hardly seen Bette…All she wanted to do tonight was to sit down, have a relaxing meal with her wife and maybe some good loving.

She placed her keys on the side table and made her way into the kitchen. Placing the Auzzie food on the Kitchen table, she smiled sweetly to herself. She was always an adventurer when it came to trying new foods and Australian food was something so new to her. She pulled the tapa-wear out of the plastic bag, staring at some of the dishes intently, wondering what the ***** she was really in for.

The guy at the shop said that everything that Tina bought was safe to digest. Her food ranged from King George Prawns, to Kangaroo meat, Emu meat and Crocodile meat. Sometimes food simply fascinated Tina, almost like art fascinated Bette.

Tina opened the container and the sweetly cooked meat filled the kitchen’s air. Eagerly grabbing a fork from the first draw, Tina swiftly turned and came face to face with the meat. Tina opted to try the prawns, since she had some knowledge of what she was eating…Well really all she knew that they came out of the ocean, so they should be okay. The taste was divine. The prawns had been lightly dipped in a sweet honey sauce, to which some dripped down her chin. Quickly placing her finger under her chin, she caught the ‘escapee’ sauce from its destination and back into her mouth, passing her sweet, sensitive lips.

‘God thats good.’ Tina thought to herself as began to eat another prawn. The taste utterly wonderful, the prawns practically melting in her mouth.

She placed her fork beside the containers and headed toward the lounge room. Finding her chill out sessions CD, she placed it into her stereo, finding the right song for the occasion and then returning to her ‘unusual’ meal.

Unclasping the lid off the second container, Tina was a little worried about her second taste test. She never imagined tasting a croc… Quickly grabbing a plate from the cupboard underneath the kitchen top, she dragged a piece of the croc meat onto it, as well as a piece of Kangaroo and Emu. Tina stood there in total confusion, wondering what bought about her newfound taste for something different? Could it be because she hadn’t had the pleasure of eating Bette lately? Or the simple fact that nothing had changed in her life for the past year, so coming to the conclusion of an interesting meal is just as good as a holiday? She didn’t really know.

“***** it” she thought as she brought the piece of Croc meat to her lips…She was a little hesitant at first, but after smelling the sweet and sour sauce, she couldn’t resist. After taking a big bite, Tina chewed at the exotic meat, finding it a little rough…. Yet finding that the meat was beautiful…”tastes like chicken.” She joked to herself. After digesting the Croc, Tina took a sip of water to cleanse her palate. She always believed that the wine tasting rules also applied to food… Eat something then wash your mouth out with water, then taste the next delicacy.

After taking a sip of water, Tina paced herself for the next meat…. EMU…Tina cleared her throat, staring straight at the meat, she braced herself, picking up her fork, she stabbed the meat and brang it to her lips, taking a small bite and then putting the rest of the meat back on the plate. Tina chewed the meat lightly, trying to figure what the meat tasted like. Her lips crept into a wicked smile; she knew exactly what it tasted like…. But she left her imagination to do the rest. After think this naughty thought, she now knew why Emu was so popular in the ***** community.

Next up was the kangaroo, after taking a small sip of water; she grabbed the last piece of meat that was left on the plate and brang it to her nose. Smelling the insatiable aroma. Marinated in a spicier sauce then the others, Tina had no trouble placing the meat in her mouth. The meat was a little dry, never the less the sauce was amazing, the smells of rosemary and thyme filled the air…Yet there was something about all of these meats that made Tina feel different… She couldn’t blame it on the alcohol, since she hadnt had any. Something primal came over…Something deep within her soul that couldn’t be contained…It was then that she realized, that she hadn’t even looked for Bette.

“Bette.” She shouted once…. But nothing came in reply… She looked around the kitchen, finding a small note on the fridge.

Hey Baby,
I wont be home till late…Sorry about that…Franklin wanted to talk to me about something for “impressions in winter.” So I have a drinks meeting….
I hope to see your smiling face when I get home…
Luv ya
B

“Oh I will be smiling.” Thought Tina as she strode down the hallway towards the bedroom. As soon as Tina walked into the bedroom, she heard the CD player change CD’s to Britney Spear’s Toxic. Still smiling wickedly, Tina pulled off her jacket and hung it up, shaking her ***** to the beat of the music as she did so. Reaching behind her, she found her button and zipper to her skirt and undid it with a quick flick of her wrist, then letting it drop around her ankles. One foot stepped out and the other kicked the skirt up in the air, Tina had time to do one quick dance-move turn before coming back into the same position she was to catch the pin-stripped grey skirt.

Suddenly her body felt as if it was on fire… The heat was beginning to get unbearable in Tina. Her face was flushed and her heart was pounding out of her chest…”What the ***** is happening to me?” Tina questioned…” I was fine 30 seconds ago.”

Suddenly Tina let out a deep and powerful moan. Grabbing both sides of her button up shirt, she ripped it open (ala super man style) buttons spilling to the floor as well as the ripped piece of material. Her breathing became erratic, she turned to look at the reflection in the mirror, seeing that her eye’s had turned to a cold black colour, streaks of animalistic power could be seen as well as lust and desire…. The Desire for her partner. She quickly looked at her hands, seeing the blue veins pumping with all there might, they almost looked like they were about to burst.. Her hair messy, from her dancing turn, made Tina look like an unbelievable powerful ***** goddess…And that wicked smile never left her lips.

She had nothing but her red v-string and bra to match… “Ahh the perfect outfit.” She thought. Walking over to the wardrobe, Tina eventually found what she was looking for. Her six inch, black leather, Nail heals. That went all the way up to her thigh. Her mind reminisced where and why she bought these.. It was Halloween and Tina wanted to dress as cat woman…and DAMN did she look sweet…As soon as she walked out to the lounge room and Bette saw her, Her jaw dropped to the floor and she began to drool…Then they played the game of…how long would it take to get Tina out of the tight costume.

Tina walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, slowly pulling the heels on and prolonged the zips way to the top. After finishing the boots, she slinkily walked over to the bathroom, applying some mascara and black eye shadow…She looked once more into the mirror, seeing the reflection she could have only imagined…. Yet still in that back of her mind, the questions kept popping up “Why the ***** do I feel like this?

After walking out of the bathroom, Tina made her way over to the coffee table in the middle of the living room, picking up the portable phone and dialling Bette’s cell.

Tina cleared her throat and waited for Bette to pick up the phone.

“Bette Porter.” Came through the other end.

“Hey baby.” Tina said in her best ‘normal’ voice. Yet she still gleamed with animalistic strength and desire.

“Hey T…Whats up?” Bette questioned.

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering when you were going to be home thats all.” Whilst she was talking to Bette she walked back into the bathroom and found the exact same red as her panties in a lipstick and started to apply it to her soft lips.

“I dont know babe. I’ll try to get home at nine…nine-thirty.” Bette responded.

Tina swiftly turned to look at the clock in the hallway…seeing that it was 8:30. “Perfect” she purred to herself.