The most decadent strawberry shortcake came out of the oven perfectly this afternoon. The layers are so light, the cream just sweet enough. It's a pity to enjoy it alone.

It makes me think of how I'd rather have your head between my thighs, your tongue working my clit until I'm screaming into a pillow. I want to crush this cake in my hands and smear it over my tits for you to lick clean, your fingers fucking my wet pussy while you taste the sugar on my skin. There's something so intensely intimate about that kind of mess—a shared, sticky pleasure that lingers long after.

But for now, it's just me, a slice of cake, and the quiet hum of the refrigerator. The first bite is always the best.