My Amanda loves raspberries. I sometimes think she likes raspberries more than sex. This morning after we made the bed I thought I’d try something. “You know what your nipples remind me of?” I asked her.

“Um?” she said.

“Raspberries.”

“Ha!” she answered.

“Truly,” I said. “Taste them and see.”

She looked at me and looked down at her breasts and looked at me again.

“Go ahead,” I said.

“My breasts are too small,” she said.

“No, no, they’re just right. Now taste your nipples.”

She bent her head. She stuck out her tongue.

“Can’t,” she said. “I’m not flexible enough.”

“You’re very flexible,” I said. “Try harder.”

She tried harder, but she couldn’t reach, even when I allowed her to press her breast upward with her hand.

“Okay,” I said, “what you need is incentive. Be right back.”

In a moment I was back in the bedroom with the jar of raspberry preserves. I stuck my finger in the jar and anointed Amanda’s nipple. “Now try,” I said.

Amanda tried. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” she said, exasperated. “You’re so mean.”

“Okay, I have an idea,” I said. I brought my mouth to Amanda’s breast. I sucked her nipple. She shivered with pleasure. I sucked for a while longer and then I kissed Amanda. She sucked the raspberry flavor from my tongue.

“Oh God that was good. Do the other one!” she said.

I did the other one.

“So good,” she said, after again sucking clean my raspberry coated tongue.

“See,” I said. “I was right, wasn’t I? Your nipples are like yummy raspberries.”

Her tongue went to the corner of her lips. Licking away the last trace of jam. “Now you,” she said.

“Me? What do you mean?”

“I mean your cock is like a really big juicy raspberry. Taste it!”

“Ha ha,” I laughed.

“No, really. Taste it. Go ahead.” She dug two fingers in the jar of jam and glopped the stuff over the head of my penis.

“I’m not that flexible,” I told her.

“Try,” she said.

I tried, but I didn’t get anywhere near close.

“I guess I’ll just have to help you,” Amanda said.

She helped me. Oh God did she help me.