Baking Stories

The suburban home’s kitchen was alive as Amy worked her own brand of holiday magic. Scrambled eggs. Crispy bacon. Warm, gooey cinnamon rolls. It was all coming together perfectly, just as she’d imagined. As she carefully placed each item onto the plates, Amy couldn’t help but feel a sense of giddiness. To some, this might just be breakfast on Christmas morning. To Amy, this was the inauguration of an annual tradition. Amy...

“Well, hurry up,” the old man barked as we stood there in the cold, dirty alley. “Are you gonna take it or not?” I stared at the ring resting in the palm of his outstretched, shriveled-up hand. If what the strange old man had said was true, it would change my life. If it wasn’t, I’d be out $237. Taking a deep breath, I looked the man in his weathered gray eyes before letting out a sigh. Despite my better judgment, I reach...

And they’re at it again. Every fucking Tuesday it’s the same. Once his wife leaves, he scurries to set up the kitchen. Then the mistress arrives; passion burning in her eyes. Something about using her hands in mechanical ways lights her with a sugar-fever pitch. Powdering her own tits then kneading them while he laps her cherry-like nipples. For him, it’s apparent that getting dirty is the kink. Dipping the head of his co...

"Mrs. Collins?" Becca, my girl's bestie. She's off to CIA next year and she's helping me bake bread today. The kitchen is filled with sunshine, giggles, and vibrant, yeasty life. "Now, my sweet, we must wait." I put my powdery arm around her shoulder, holding her close. Turning, her eyes search mine. The kiss is sudden and short, more question than statement to me. My answering kiss is emphatic, fingers kneading her breas...

I enjoy baking, It is good when it is just me, But, It is great when I do it with you. When I bake alone, I just get flour everywhere, Unattractively, A mess. When I bake with you, You place the flour, The sugar, Specifically. Hand prints on my ass, Sugar on my lips, Though we know it should just end up on our hips, I'm sure it'll just fade away. Your sharp spank makes me howl, It stings so nicely, Such a beautiful burn,...