Louise Faure was experimenting with her latest concoction. The Festival was less than a week away and she wanted to make sure she was on the top of her game for the cake contest that the home economics class had decided to sponsor. Most girls took the class to fill out electives, but Louise was dead serious as she wanted to be a patissier. Her cake would no doubt be the best one. Though she hoped that Faust wouldn’t scarf the entire thing down (as flattered as Louise would be at the sweet tooth on legs giving her creation a glowing appraisal).
Louise had her long, black hair scrunched into a bun as she worked in the kitchen. This was her fourth attempt at it. The timer went off, alerting her that the first layer had finally finished. Ah, it looked good. A perfect, golden cake to be the foundation for the layers. Being the base, it was a lot heftier and hardier than the others. It was incredibly dense, almost overwhelmingly. It wasn’t the type of treat to eat large portions of, but smaller, and more savory. Definitely the type to be eaten with tea to wash it down.
Oh if only Louise could be more daring for the festival. A tit cake was too obvious, not nearly as challenging as she’d like. Maybe create a giant sponge cake of a cock, complete with a pump that would squirt thick, buttercream icing every so often. Or an array of cupcakes arranged in the same manner as a pinup girl. Of course Louise could also indulge herself and present her nubile body as a treat. Covering her curves in frosting, syrup, or cream and then have the Saint Matthew’s boys lick it off her! Oh yes, such tantalizing foreplay before they took the main course of herself and covered her in their own cream.
The second timer for the next layer snapped Louise out of it. Not a moment too soon as she have been absentmindedly licking one of the candy thermometers. A bit later and she would have found a new use for it.
Wed Jul 05 00:38:50 2017