Carla’s Suburban Sorcery: A Cake for the Senses
In the quiet, well-manicured suburbs where white picket fences lined the streets and neighborhood watch signs hung like stifled warnings, stood the home of Carla. Her hair, a blonde cascade, was often bound in a messy bun, loose strands framing her fierce blue eyes that seemed to see through lies.
She moved with an athlete’s grace, yet her hands were those of a master baker, her muscles honed from years of lifting children and groceries alike. Her passion? Cake, especially the kind that made men weep and women remember what they’d forgotten.
Her kitchen was no ordinary place. It was a sanctum sanctorum where flour became sacred dust, and eggs were sacrifices to an unseen god of flavor. Today, she was making her "Sunset Spice Cake", a confection so rich it made chocolate seem like watered-down coffee.
Carla began with the ** rituals of preparation**, her hands already sticky as she cracked eggs into a wooden bowl, its surface worn smooth by years. As she mixed, her hair started to unravel in golden ribbons down her neck. The dough beneath her palms pulsed like a heart, growing warmer with each stroke.
She reached under her apron, unfastening the first button of her denim shirt, her uniform for weekend baking. The scent shifted, the air now filled with a warm, spicy note like cinnamon and clove, but deeper, a perfume of womanhood that made men tremble in their clean-cut lawns.
Her hands moved faster, her fingers dancing through butter and brown sugar, their tips trailing on her skin, leaving a glistening film. She let out the second button, then the third, her breath coming shallows of anticipation.
The cake was rising now, its surface cracking like autumn leaves, but Carla knew what it truly needed. With one hand still in the dough, she reached for her belt and loosened it, the fabric falling to the floor with a soft thud. She stood there in just a black apron
The air hummed, her magic was awakening, the energy of the room tight like a drawn bowstring. The dough beneath her fingers began to glow faintly, its scent now overpowering, a symphony of vanilla, nutmeg, and something wild, a forest after rain.
She paused, taking in the mess around her. The flour dusting the countertop like snow on a mountain peak, the spilled honey staining the wood like amber tears. She smiled, this was her art form, the more chaos, the richer the result.
With a final dash of salt (her secret weapon, the tears of Earth itself), she undid the strings of her apron, and let it fall away, leaving her entirely nude. She stood there, her breath heavy as storm clouds.
Her hands went into the dough, a final embrace, the climax of creation. And then, silence. The world held its breath.
When she pulled them out, they were dusted with gold, her fingers now sculpted tools of alchemy. She reached for a small spoonful from the bowl and touched it to her lips.
And the world exploded in flavor.
It was sunsets on foreign lands, smoldering embers in fireplaces, the first sip of wine after years of abstinence, the softness of a lover’s skin, all rolled into one perfect, melting moment. It was memory made edible, and it was more than any suburban woman should ever be allowed to taste.
Carla collapsed then, her body glowing faintly for moments before fading. She woke later to the scent still hanging in the air, a ghost of flavor that would linger until the cake was gone.
And so she baked, her suburban magic, her secret revolution. A woman with a baker’s hands and a warrior’s heart, making cakes that could change the world if only they were allowed to taste them.
Because in these perfectly manicured streets where children played under watchful eyes of neighborhood associations, there was still, always, always, a hunger for something more. And Carla gave it to them. One sunset spice cake at a time.
Carla doesn't have a "models page", but she does have a members only gallery that you can view HERE
Just to be abundantly clear....none of these "women" exist in real life. They are 100% computer generated by Ai. All the Ai "models" are generated to represent "women" who are over 18 years of age.
Down the bottom are a couple of images of possibly the next set. Learning so much now. Lots of technical stuff as i am trying to do this all off line. I now realise I need a computer with a monster GPU and VRAM, Monster RAM and massive amount of storage space. Sigh...Doing what I can with what I have. Also learning that gguf files and their workflows don't always work with saftensor files and visa versa, just a small taste of the new things I am learning as i go. Also will try video once I have the bigger and better computer. Oh and turning some of the photos of the real world models into 3D models to be used in games. In the past I asked some of the models if they would like to be a game character and many loved the idea. So will work on that too at some point and create files that (hopefully) will just be an easy plug and play into certain games.
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