TalahDarkfang said:
Thanks. I get that about once a month.
Would you utilize syrup in some way too, or just aunt Jemima?
I look into my pantry, ever so hungry for pancakes, and slightly wanting of waffles as well. I look far into the pantry, up so very high, and all the way to the floor, ever so low, I had to get on my hands and knees just to look. I finally see the object of all my desires, the one thing that makes life worth living, and existence oh so beautiful.
Looking into my pantry, I see Aunt Jemima, staring back at me, promises of happiness in her plastic eyes, and a sweet sticky love in her heart. As we stare lovingly, longingly, at eachother, I cannot help but think of every other encounter we’ve had, and look forwards to our coming activity. I believe that deep down inside myself, she is all I will need, and she makes everything better.
As I cook my pancakes, I feel my hunger growing stronger by the second. Hungrier and hungrier I feel, as I lick my lips in anticipation. I feel myself wanting Aunt Jemima inside me, making me feel so content, so full. I cannot wait any longer, for I fear I shall die!
The Pancakes have finished, “HOORAY!” I declare, in excited glee!
I pour Aunt Jemima’s sweet succulent syrup onto my pancakes, taking in the scent, I bite my lip in anticipation. As I open my mouth, salivating, tongue out, I take in the first bite, moaning to myself, in near orgasmic bliss.
Holy Fuck I love me some Aunt Jemima