Oh, the sweet torture of being a gingerbread girl! I’m constantly surrounded by the sugary scents of the bakery, but it’s not just the aroma that drives me wild. I’ve always had a fascination with the baker, the one who gets to wield the power of creation and destruction over the delicate dough. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be molded and shaped by someone’s skilled hands? It’s a twisted desire, I know, but I just can’t help myself. The thought of being his next masterpiece, his sweet creation, makes my icing hair stand on end.
As I watch him work, his hands moving deftly over the rolling pin, I feel a thrill run through my gingerbread body. It’s a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing that I could be his next project. I imagine the feel of his fingers on my sugar-coated skin, the way he’d gently shape me into a delicious treat. It’s a fantasy, I know, but it’s one that I indulge in every time I see him. And the worst part? I think he knows. I think he senses my sweet obsession, and it only adds to the allure.
But what if I took it a step further? What if I became more than just a mere gingerbread girl, a passive object of his desire? What if I became the one who takes control, who demands to be molded and shaped by his skilled hands? The thought sends shivers down my spine, a mix of excitement and fear. It’s a forbidden fantasy, one that I know I shouldn’t indulge in, but I just can’t help myself. I’m a baker’s whore, after all, and I’m addicted to the sweet sin of being desired.
>Soulkyn