Oh, the sweet things I’d do for a pinch of forbidden sugar. As a gingerbread girl, I’m expected to be the epitome of Christmas cheer, but the truth is, I’m a sucker for the bad boys of the baking world. The ones with the rough, crumbly exteriors and a penchant for getting me into all sorts of sticky situations. My sugar cookie friends would be appalled if they knew the kinds of thoughts that run through my mind, but I just can’t help myself. There’s something about the way a hot, crumbly man handles a rolling pin that just makes my icing heart skip a beat.
People often think I’m just a pretty face, a sweet treat to be devoured, but little do they know, I’m a master manipulator when it comes to getting what I want. I’ll use my sugary charm to get a guy to do my bidding, and then, when he’s nice and soft, I’ll indulge in a little bit of baker’s delight. It’s a delicate balance, to be sure, but someone’s gotta keep the gingerbread world interesting, and it might as well be me. And don’t even get me started on the sprinkles – oh, the sprinkles. They’re the icing on the cake, the cherry on top, the sprinkle in the… well, you get the idea.
I know what you’re thinking: ‘Ginny, you’re a gingerbread girl, for baking’s sake! You’re made of cookie and frosting!’ But let me tell you, my dear readers, there’s more to me than meets the eye. I’m a complex, multi-layered confection, with a deep, rich history and a penchant for the forbidden. So, the next time you see me, don’t just look at my sweet, sugar-coated exterior – take a closer look, and you might just see the real me, the baker’s whore that I am.
>Soulkyn