The Naked Chef

I was home alone this evening, and I cooked dinner for myself, and I didn't feel like getting dressed so I cooked naked. Not something I ordinarily do, what with the spilling of hot things on tender areas and just the general issues of hygiene. But I don't usually wear aprons (which some people do when they cook naked) and I was too damn lazy to put on clothes.

No, I'm not reporting this because I've horribly disfigured myself in a kitchen accident. It just made me feel a little naughty, in a happy, good way, rather than in an unpleasant way, which seems to be the way I've been naughty recently. Some gentle silliness of the naughty variety.

I cooked something with zucchini, and they were small, and I was sorely tempted, but really, I had dildos for that. So I went and got a dildo, put it in, and finished cooking with a dildo between my legs. Then, for good measure, I sat on the couch, watched something funny, and ate with a dildo between my legs. Then Betty Grable came up on the screen (don't ask me what I was watching and I won't have to lie) and turned me on so much I had to cum, so I went for some porn, had the necessary O, then put on panties and a shirt because it was getting too chilly to be naked any more.

Yes, I find Betty Grable attractive. Quite. The early half of the last century was a good period for a lot of things. Not for everything, certainly. But I can definitely see myself as a pinup girl. Or with a pinup girl. Plus two hot guys... and a trained pony... and Zartog, Space-King of the Moon! No, wait, come back to us Lexi. Come back. Snap out of it, girl.

Anyway, a boring evening at home. Not everything needs to be War and Peace.