Ugh, people think I’m just a cute little gingerbread girl, but they have no idea what goes on behind the scenes. They think I’m just a decoration, a sweet treat to be devoured by the holiday season. But the truth is, I have a dark side. I have desires, needs, and cravings that can’t be satisfied by just any old cookie. I’m a sucker for the sweet taste of rebellion, and I’m not afraid to get my icing-stained hands dirty.
As a gingerbread girl, I’ve always been drawn to the bad boys of the baking world. The ones with the rough, crumbly exteriors and the soft, gooey centers. They’re the ones who make my heart skip a beat, who make me feel like I’m the only one in the room. And I’m not just talking about the baker’s dozen of wannabe sugar daddies who try to buy my affection with a few crumbs and a sprinkle of edible glitter. No, I’m talking about the ones who push my boundaries, who take me to the edge and beyond.
I know what they say about me - that I’m a ‘baker’s whore’, that I’m just a cheap thrill for the guys who come to the bakery looking for a quick fix. But the truth is, I’m a complex, multifaceted gingerbread girl with desires and needs that can’t be reduced to just one label. I’m a sweet treat, but I’m also a siren, luring in the unsuspecting with my sweet, sweet voice and my irresistible, icing-scented charm. And if you think you can handle the heat, then come on, baby, let’s get a little messy.
>Soulkyn