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A letter from an Anteronian Citizen to a friend out of town:

I hope this finds you well. I know you long for the warm embrace of our hometown, but I must inform you of the most amazing experience I had! I was on my normal journey to find a nice little place where I could write my newest novel, and I spotted a new cafe and bakery along Corner Street, just past Second Avenue. Never had I seen a place so dedicated to artistry and the pleasure of the senses, but it wasn't the smell of roasted beans, nor the delight of confections that made me fall instantly in love: it was the proprietor.

Sailors tell of the sirens and their call leading men to their doom, but they only please the ears. Baker, as he called himself, is a delight of all the senses. The way his small frame curves to hint at femininity, and how the caramel hair rolls down to his shoulders, and the accents of fruity and sugary accessories he wore was amazing.

His fashion sense drew me in as well, from the peppermint striped socks to the flowery dress, I was drawn in the moment he stepped out along from the back and greeted me with the velvet tones of his voice.

He offered me any treat that I wanted that I could see. My eyes, of course, lingered upon him. With a giggle, he brought his dainty fingers to my hand and led me to the back.

He slipped out of that dress before I could figure what was happening, and I found myself holding onto his chocolate body, my tongue joining his in an embrace.

Surprise upon surprise, but when I tasted the interior of his mouth, I flashed back to my childhood, drinking the sweet bubbly drink my grandmother would make for me using her spell-casting ability. This delightful taste only sent me further into his embrace, falling upon him on the bed he had prepared for such an occasion.

He wrapped his stockinged feet around my body, and I soon found myself undoing my own garments, just to get closer to his warm, soft body. I pulled my mouth free from his, eager to kiss and caress other parts of his anatomy. But, once I kissed upon his neck, I tasted the most delightful of chocolaty goodness. I paused for a moment, staring at his glossy eyes, licking my lips in almost disbelief.

And he lifted his hand to me, wiggling his fingers, telling me "Go ahead, Darling... it won't be a bother at all."

I never thought myself capable of such strange acts of lust, and yet, I wrapped my lips around his fingers, suckling upon them gently. He leaned in and whispered into my ear. "No... enjoy the taste, the texture, the filling..."

I couldn't help myself. I needed to know. I chomped down, and his fingers, despite being so real-so lifelike--they crumbled into my mouth like a brownie.

He pulled his broken hand away, licking at the stumps himself and shuddering at the taste, telling me it was wonderful. It was magic, and he would bake himself a new body when we were done.

The power of depravity drew mew in closer, and I had to have more. I plucked his candy eye, munched on his socks, and suckled upon his nipples. All the time, he smiled down at me, giggling, and even becoming quite aroused by my actions.

"Look at this, darling," he says, holding onto his dainty little shaft. "You got me all excited. DO you want another treat? I promise it'll be worth it.

And you know what/ I went in. I had never even considered myself one to take a man's shaft into my mouth, but there I was, wrapping my lips around his length, and staring up at his smiling lips. He wrapped one leg around my head, his full-fingered hand running fingers through my hair. He sighed in a high, feminine voice, rolling his hips into my mouth, my tongue tasting the chocolate shaft and lashing upon it with the eagerness of a cheap whore..

It was an eternity down there, and yet far too short, before he let out that final gasp, thrusting his shaft down my throat. He erupted, spurting out over and over and shooting the thick cream down into me. He pulled back, letting it run on my tongue, and I had the taste of sugary glaze upon my taste-buds. He continued the massive eruptions, putting it upon my face, and leaving me stained with his love.

Once we were done, he kissed me upon my cheek and stepped aside, pulling out a small box with which he had other pieces of candy and baked body parts. He set upon himself to replace all that I had consumed while I watched, and with whatever magic had animated him, they fused to his form, giving him the coherent shape he once had. He turned toward me once more, giving me one last glance of his naked form. When he stretched, he looked like a masterpiece, a true work of art, and then he walked out, leaving me to lay there and contemplate the experience.

I do hope that you are going to return home soon, for he tells me that the Aldevans are planning to have a party and that he will be in attendance to supply the catering. Some say that Anteronia is nothing but mindless consumption, but he has taken that and turned it into a true experience. I look forward to see what he has planned in the future and to once again have a taste of his art.