Today I have a tender point on my upper lip, a puffiness barely visible in the mirror but exaggerated by the sensitivity of my mouth to feel distorted and decadent. Last night I lay on my belly and found twin circles of heat as I flattened my breasts against the mattress. They are an echo of his teeth and cock, a sensory moment to enjoy in the quiet of departure.
My
hot chocolate cake, sugar beaten into butter until the cream is silky smooth. The trick, it appears, is to bake twin loaf cakes so the batter doesn't spill during cooking. I took 5 minutes off the cooking time towards the end; perfection in a chocolate cake.
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