My Catering Tart


Although it’s been nearly a week since we spoke, I am still thinking about you, your narrative and how you wrapped me up in it and made me a “catering tart”! So I must thank you; the memories have kept me entertained and busy thinking of such things ever since. Thank-you!

You suggested I write and remind you about some of the details of the fantasy so here is my summary:

I had described a story, from Fictionmania, about a boy with acne seeking a solution to clear it up. When a female friend’s mother mentioned how “the pill” had worked for her, a (somewhat predictable) series of events followed, which included the boy getting birth contol pills from his friend, as well as his own mother, and following a pathway to femininity.

That series is found on under the title “My Wonderful Obsession” by Donna Turner.

My main criticism (also predictable) of that story was the lack of sexual situations – even when, in one chapter, the main character had sex with his (temporary) girlfriend, little was made of it. All episodes were “G” rated with the exception of a later chapter which included the description of the main character masturbating his boyfriend – and this done in a way that achieved only an “R” rating. As I progressed through the chapters it occurred to me this was more of a romance novel than a smut story (as I might have been hoping for) and, at some point, I lost interest (not enough to keep me from skimming through to find the sexual parts, of course). However, I will give the writer credit, at least, for story telling and writing skills.

For your version, you took over my description of events in the story where the boy was led into the situation of becoming employed, by his girlfriend’s parents’ catering company, as a serving girl. The mother made every effor to ensure the boy would be completely convincing, not only in dress and comportment but also in situations where the men made passes at the serving girls – in a way that would ensure maximum profitability for the catering company. Later in your rendition, you introduced the boy to a girl who started out “just like him” . . .

I had to stop you at some point after that; I don’t recall exactly what you described that this girl was helping me with but, at the time, it was more than I could handle! I slept well that night but, when I awoke the following morning, I was aroused again and lingered in bed thinking about the catering job (and the “boss” and the “girl” and the events…).