Anticipation in the Afternoon Glow

By Madame Jade Paris Goddess of TranceThe late afternoon sun warms my half-acre ranch in Tarzana as I stroll slowly through the yard, every step a quiet thrill of anticipation. My client is due any moment, his car packed with dozens of fluffy whipped-cream pies, towering cakes, tubs of pudding, jugs of golden syrup, caramel drizzle, and cans of whipped cream--enough sweetness to drown us both in delicious chaos.I'm already dressed for the occasion in the shiny clothes he thoughtfully sent from Amazon: sleek black pants that catch the light with every movement, paired with a shimmering gold top that hugs my curves and gleams like molten treasure. The fabric whispers against my skin, cool and electric, a perfect prelude to the sticky warmth to come.The massive clear plastic sheet waits on the grass, tables ready, spoons and openers lined up by my servant's careful hand. I pause near the patio, breathing in the clean air one last time, smiling as I imagine the first Splat, the first pour, the laughter we'll share.He's bringing the mess. I'm bringing the command.

Soon, we'll both be covered in sweetness.Until he arrives

Madame Jade Paris

Goddess of Trance, Queen of Creamy Chaos.