It is the look of FIRE.

It is the look of DESIRE.

I gaze at you. I have plugged you in. I have turned you on. I have pressed your buttons. I have swiped your insides, around and around, preparing you for our next venture. And though you remain virtually motionless, I know that inside you grow warm and moist.

You like to pretend you a stone cold butch, but I know better. You prompt and prod the doughy material I offer to you in rhythmic, autoerotic swipes. You make me wait hours before I can indulge, before I can savor your most flavorful insides. Your measured prods only incite me to effortless devotion. You are a self-conscious schoolgirl cum after school dominatrix. You are a housewive's daydream cum tabletop slut. You are hedonism cum naughty domesticity. You are a cyborg cum new age sex device.

I'm a bread machine slut, and I want to put a bun in its oven.