The Sexual Aspect of Pizza Delivery

Men, ordered up like…well… pizzas and delivered to my front door. What could be better? “Yes, I’d like a sweet voiced sissy, in frilly panties, with a spanking fetish. And a 2 liter of Coke. Right, in thirty minutes? Thanks.” It would be delightful, wouldn’t it? Alas, it’s not quite that easy, yet. I remain hopeful, I AM recording whyguy’s Erica series, where we women have taken our rightful place as the leaders and rulers of humanity and men are just our feminized and delicate little playthings. Surely in this world, the big bold glowering alpha males who can’t be made into mincing sissies would have their own place…as studs delivered to our doors when we’re tired of perfume and ribbons and perfect obediance. A breath of cold air in a warm winter house can be quite inviting. Big strong men, fighting against our womanly wiles, humiliated by their own eventual submission….but I digress. Mmmmmmm. What a yummy thought.

Anyway, I was talking about pizza delivery as it is now. During the day, in our area, you’re likely to get a lady delivering your pizza. Go figure, and I certainly don’t mind. Women aren’t afraid to call me for directions and they are always pleasant when they come to the door. These young men now can be a little brutish. You wonder if they ever learned manners, as they grunt, give you the pizza and take their money. One forgets my soda every third or fourth trip, but he’s at least apologetic and sprints back to the shop to get it for me, eager to please as a Golden Retriver . And therein lies the fun. Some of these young men are cute as pups, you can tell that their personalities are just longing for a makeover and a new direction in life. No wonder there are so many stories about the pizza delivery boy. He’s a staple in erotic fiction, isn’t he? He can be brought into the house and directed in almost any kind of play:) A well hung studly one can be the instrument to make your little dicked boyfriend the cuckold he dreams of being (and for you to get some hot young manmeat!!).  A nervous gentle obedient one will fit into your sorority pizza pajama party perfectly, just get him stripped and living out those secret CFNM fantasies he’s never been able to articulate. There is no end to the fun one can fantasize about having with that American icon of availability and convenience..the Pizza Boy.

So, dial for a large cheese and see what kind of sausage comes (or not) on the side!! ::giggle::

Hugs,

Miss Tara

NOTE: No pizza boys were actually abducted or sexually indulged for the sake of this blog entry. All pizza boys should be treated as wild creatures and admired in their native environment, at least until you’ve tipped them well ::wink::