Posted by Clemstra on December 12, 2005 at 02:48:09:
The Gingerbread Woman - by Clemstra
One day a great chef decided to combine the two favorite
things in his life, women and cooking. Not just
any baking or cooking, for the Chef's favorite was
gingerbread.
He made a mold of his ideal woman. With an hour glass figure,
perfectly balanced globe like breasts, a sweet rump, fine long
legs, perfect feet and hands with long slender fingers.
He made his favorite gingerbread, with premium molasses,
fresh ground ginger root, moist brown sugar, and eggs
straight from the market.
He put the gingerbread mix into his mold, firing up
the oven.
The smell of gingerbread filled the kitchen as the
warmth of the oven made him feel warm and cozy.
Ah if only it was more then an inanimate gingerbread
confection he wished.
Perhaps a spirit overheard him, perhaps he was granted
a wish out of mistaken kindness, or out of a
prankishness some spirits are known to possess.
Perhaps it was the oven which had once belonged
to a rumored vampire, who can say for sure?
When he opened the oven and removed the gingerbread
pan it wasn't simply fresh gingerbread steam
that rose. Up from the pan rose his dream woman,
everything he had ever desired in a fantasy woman.
Everything, except of course it was all in gingerbread.
She blinked at him with thin eyelashes of gingerbread.
Her hair thin strands of gingerbread, waving as
she moved. Her bosoms so perfect, a slight bounce
to them, and the nipples a darker gingerbread, surely
so moist.
His member stiffened in desire, but alas she was not
a flesh and blood woman. She was gingerbread, with
dark gingerbread Areolas, light gingerbread skin
and well of course her pussy was gingerbread as well.
In frustration he reached for her. If not sexual
union, then a union in his stomach would suffice.
Instead of lust, his hunger would be sated.
The gingerbread woman evaded his grab. Her full
gingerbread lips opened and in a sweet voice like
a song bird she said "Catch me catch me if you can,
for gingerbread is what I am."
She leapt to the floor and started to run.
Hungrily the chef looked as his creation left
him in the dust. Just then the door opened.
In came a real flesh and blood version of his
ideal woman. As the gingerbread woman tried
to make her escape the real woman of his dreams
threw a pitcher of milk.
"Ahhh, milk, my feet are stuck....NOOOOOO" the
gingerbread woman screamed piteously.
The real woman whose name was (of course) Ginger,
had smelled the wonderful scent of cooking
gingerbread (her favorite).
Ginger was a real flesh and blood women, with
firm breasts, smooth skin and oh a fine wet
pussy for dipping his stiff dick in.
What happened then you ask? Why the Chef and
Ginger had hot sex in the steamy kitchen
smelling of gingerbread. Afterwards? Oh,
they ate the gingerbread woman of course.
Her legs that day, her hands for breakfast.
She cried so, but she was after all only a pastry.
They say it was the best gingerbread either of
them ever ate. Sweet but with just the right bite
of Ginger, warm and ah that aroma that came from
her, she always smelled fresh from the oven, to
the very last morsel.
They said her nipples and pussy were the sweetest
parts of her, though they greatly looked forward
to eating her eyes and lips.
They still had her head left for their wedding,
where they each ate an ear. The rest of her they
devoured on their honey moon.
Ummmm, gingerbread. ;)