In all my years of walking this earth, this is something I'd love to see - my woman (who obviously isn't Raven Riley) in the kitchen, baking a treat naked.
I imagine coming home to the sounds of my Kitchenaid mixer whirling away making some delectable treat - and the sight of her smooth bare skin. Waiting for me - but making me wait. It's important the batter not over mix, it's important the oven is set just right - and I'm not allowed to help - or touch - until everything is perfect.
How delightfully teasing that two of my favorite things will be off limits, at least for a short amount of time. How to conduct ones self while waiting rather impatiently - there would be no chance of me leaving the room. Two things of beauty happening - not something I want to miss a minute of. How teasing to make me wonder who gets to lick the remainder of the batter - and where it's being licked from.
When the cookies are in the oven, will she come strip me down in the kitchen - perhaps for a session on the table? Will I be taken by the hand and lead to the bedroom? Perhaps I'll be expected to make the decision as she stands there with her arms crossed and a come hither stare.
Perhaps, perhaps it's just a tease for later... much like the cookies.
I've never had the opportunity to find out, I've never had a naked woman bake for me. Perhaps one day, this might change?
Time will tell.
-K
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