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Banana Cream Pie
Butter is not a good lube.
There is a real recipe contained in this story. I can recommend the pie, and every part of the method, but they are best enjoyed separately.
“What are we making?”
He never helped in the kitchen until I started cooking in an apron. Just an apron. Now he follows my naked ass around while I make dinner, happy to prep the meat and stir the pot. And when I bake, he likes to knead the dough.
“I’m making a banana cream pie. Can you help with that?”
He hugs me from behind, taking the opportunity to squeeze my breasts and thrust his crotch against my buttocks. “I’ve got a banana for you right here, baby.”
I’ve got a wooden spoon, and a quick rap on his knuckles should help him focus. “I need three-quarters of a cup of white sugar.”
“I don’t think I can manage that much. Will half a teaspoon do?”
“Stop it! Put the sugar in a saucepan, then add one-third of a cup of plain flour and a pinch of salt — Ow! A pinch of salt, not assault!”
That was payback for his knuckles, so I’ll accept it.
Everything I’ve baked since I started cooking bare-assed has come out… I want to say ‘disappointing’, but I’m never disappointed: baking always ends in my complete…
