I recently visited my favorite "baker" and was transported to a world of pure delight. She is such a playful little thing, shy at first and then wild and loud! Her little cakes, both of them no larger than a handful, always are a feast for the senses. Each one is a work of art, a masterpiece in their own right, an object of worship and admiration. And both are exquisitely decorated with the nipple-like treat that you would expect, and that adore, at the very top.

The cakes themsekves are a symphony of flavors, with a texture that is nothing short of divine. Soft and tender at first, cold to the touch, but slowly gaiming consistency as I bit into then, revealing layer upon layer of deliciousness. And the nipples themselves seem to appear from nowhere, awaken by the humid warmth of my lips, and the teasing of my teeth as a nibble them with delight. They truly seem to grow in my mouth with every bite, with every lick, until they become hard but surprisingly tender at the same time

But the true magic of the experience is, no doubt, seeing the delight in the baker’s eyes as she watched me savor each bite. It makes the occasion a shared one, as if she was serving me a piece of her soul I the form of those delicious cakes. Her passion was evident in every bite, and it didn't take long for her eyes to close and for her body to relax and to give in to such a wave of intense emotions. Sharing is caring, and that was a shared experience for sure.

At the end, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to taste her skin once more, those beautiful breast and the magnificent nipples that come to love from the moment they meet my lips. What a journey of textures and flavours ... and what I shame she loves so far!

But ... ad a thought ... maybe there are other good bakers in town, willing to share their delightful cakes too?