Eat My Cookies!

The sweet scent of hot cookies fresh from the oven is one of the best things about the holidays.  Today I say no to racing soccer moms for the primo parking spot at the mall then hoofing it up and down the shopping center wearing too many layers of clothes, lugging bags and boxes until my arms feel like they’ll drop right off.  Give me the quiet life of baking Christmas cookies in my kitchen, holiday songs softly lulling me as I mix and beat and drop batter by the spoonfuls then wait for the heavenly smell to transport me to a chocolate chip state of mind.

As I await the ding of my little plastic timer telling me it’s time to pull out the newest batch of love, I chat with a friend or two online.  We talk of hard nine inch cocks and pussies that drip with anticipation, of a future rendezvous in a warm sunny city, naked bodies coming together, some for the first time, others now-familiar lovers, always multi-orgasmic and mutually rewarding.  The holidays do make me a bit sentimental (for the cock of yesterday and tomorrow!).

There are cards to sign and envelopes to lick, and tonight instead of sugar plums I’ll be dreaming of BBC and huge white dicks dancing in my head.  But for today I’ll take one more batch of cookies from the oven and start the next, cause it’s Christmas time baby!  The most wonderful time of the year.

Wanna help me trim my tree?