It was too much. She could contain herself no longer. She yanked the baguette from his arms and ran to the kitchen. Her needs were too strong to deny. She was unable to stop. She ripped it apart and, pausing only to smear it with Boursin, started to swallow. Just then the phone rang....
She could no longer control her hunger and grasped at the end of it having just read James' post of Flour Tortillas
She gasped, and gazed longingly at his firm baguette. Quickly, she grabbed Jean-Louis and hauled him inside, and tied him to the bed with the restraints she had just crocheted from a pattern she saw on SFN.
there was a knock at the door, damn, who could it be disturbing my SFN time? She opened the door to find Jean-Louis, baguette in hand................