Gingerbread
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,714
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or otherwise residing on other planes of existence (save those references to historical and/or public personages)…is strictly a matter of incredible coincidence.
(Christmas Eve)
(Christmas Eve)
Lisa beheld her cookie before he went into the oven, as Audra had insisted that she be there for the creation, her desires transferred into the dough, a soon-to-be physical embodiment of all her longed-for qualities in a lover. Audra had mixed all the applicable ingredients into the dough, then asked Lisa to roll it out onto the marble slab, and while doing so visualize the man she wanted to meet, wanted to love.
“So what do I do with him when he’s cooked?”
“You eat him. But slowly. One bite a day. You might not have to eat all of him to get what you want.”
“But –“ Lisa found herself gagging slightly at the thought of some of the components of the recipe.
“It’s all edible, dear. Sometimes you have to take the bitter to get the sweet.”
“I already know that’s true, believe me.”
She flattened the dough with the marble rolling pin.
Someone who is not afraid to live.
She pierced the surface with the cookie cutter, then carefully lifted out the form.
Someone who is not afraid to learn.
She placed the cookie on a sheet resting on the stove, awaiting the fire of transformation.
Someone who is not afraid to love.
Lisa beheld her cookie before he went into the oven, as Audra had insisted that she be there for the creation, her desires transferred into the dough, a soon-to-be physical embodiment of all her longed-for qualities in a lover. Audra had mixed all the applicable ingredients into the dough, then asked Lisa to roll it out onto the marble slab, and while doing so visualize the man she wanted to meet, wanted to love.
“So what do I do with him when he’s cooked?”
“You eat him. But slowly. One bite a day. You might not have to eat all of him to get what you want.”
“But –“ Lisa found herself gagging slightly at the thought of some of the components of the recipe.
“It’s all edible, dear. Sometimes you have to take the bitter to get the sweet.”
“I already know that’s true, believe me.”
She flattened the dough with the marble rolling pin.
Someone who is not afraid to live.
She pierced the surface with the cookie cutter, then carefully lifted out the form.
Someone who is not afraid to learn.
She placed the cookie on a sheet resting on the stove, awaiting the fire of transformation.
Someone who is not afraid to love.