‘Shall we go to the bedroom?’ I suggested, dizzy but wanting more.
‘Good idea.’ But when he lifted me off the table he stopped dead. I turned my head to look. He’d sat me down in a thin drift of icing sugar, you see, and when he peeled me off it left a perfect imprint of my two bum cheeks on the table top.
‘That’s it,’ he said under his breath, as if I’d provoked him beyond endurance. He turned me again and pushed me face-down on the tabletop, my white-powdered bum presented to him. Sugar roses crunched and crumbled.
Plot: Non-supernatural.
Susy is making a wedding cake for her friend Helen - who is
not
really such a great friend after all - when the groom turns up with a
cake-topper. Pete has always fancied Suze's big bum and boy do things
get messy...Sexual Themes: anal, sploshing (i.e. messy playing about with food)
Notes: Ooh,
slightly annoying, this. I called the story "The Icing on the Cake" and
when the proofs turned up, somehow the "The" had got lost. So
I
asked for it to be restored and the editor said Yes, why not, he wasn't
sure why it had been changed in the first place. And then the book
turns up and it's Still Wrong. Gosh, the trials of being a writer.
The story sources: I have attended a friend's wedding at which the cake - which was quite beautiful - was made as a present by another friend who was trying to break into the catering business. But mostly it was watching a cake being iced at Xmas: the sheets of royal icing - cold and heavy and soft and mouldable to any form - sparked my imagination.
And let this be a lesson to every regarding research: Having decided to write about cake decoration I did all my research and borrowed recipe books and worked out the sorts of ingredients my characters could play with: gold leaf, liquid glucose, edible colouring etc, which I went and bought from my local supermarket in order to taste and, um, dabble about with my fingers. And since it turns out that royal icing is often made with glycerine because that way it stays malleable for days and doesn't dry out and crack, I thought I might use glycerine for anal lube - it's slightly sweet and slippery and syrupy. It was only a last-minute bit of checking up online, when the story was all written, that told me that glycerine applied anally is a powerful laxative. OMG!
Can you imagine the consequences if someone took inspiration from my story for a bit of recreational sex? Disaster narrowly averted there...
So if anyone asks if I feel I have a sense of moral responsibility about what I write - there's a prime example.
:-)
