Do you remember my baking stunt when Ben and I were overseas? I baked pussy cakes to make a statement to one of Ben’s team that it is not ok to make lewd comments about me and my pussy just to antagonize Ben. That was the first time I had baked in ages. I mean proper baking with flour and eggs and caster sugar. I am trying to master Greek cuisine for Ben’s sake.
Now that Ben and I are stuck quarantining, I have been trying to be the perfect little housewife at the same time as adorable sex kitten. I am playing the domestic diva. I have been making a fuss of Ben and have ventured into some more tasty baking for his enjoyment.
Ben is a peanut butter addict, so I found a recipe for a peanut butter cake for him. This is a link to the recipe I used:
Ben liked his cake, I had leftover peanut butter flavoured frosting. Wow! Baking turns out to be a great fun. It ended up sweetening our sex life up even more. A dollop of peanut butter frosting on each nipple. and a trail down the front of my pussy. Ben rewarded me for my labours in the kitchen.
I heartily endorse baking as a valuable contribution to a sweet sex life.