Ok…this was a request from a friend, and part of a Role-play thing xD but I figured I'd post it for the heck of it. Warning: it's slightly weird and sexual. Weirdly sexual but it's PSG. What do you expect :P
Stocking x Cake OTP
the clock ticked by, minute by minute, dragging on and on and on and o-
"GOD!" A feminine voice screeched, multiple objects flying from one end of the room to the other.
A lamp...
A vase...
Chuck...
"THAT SLUTTY BITCH ATE MY LAST MINI CAKE! NOW ALL I HAVE LEFT IS THE BUTTERSCOTCH DELUXE CAKE FROM 'Le Petite Bakery'!" The Goth Lolita heaved; smoke practically steaming from her nose like an angry bull.
Her makeup was smeared, and her usually gorgeous navy blue and pink hair was sticking out on all ends.
"I was going to save it for a special occasion!"
Stocking Anarchy stalked across her room, opening up her collage of sweets, her cake section lay empty of all but that one sweet delicacy.
Her eyes turned instantly to hearts, pulsing madly with sweetening desire.
"Oh my...I can't possibly eat you...so soon..." the angel whined, gently picking out the cake like you would a baby, sitting cross legged on her bed.
The more she stared at the cake, the more her skin began to warm, flushing with a pink glow, causing her to fling her heavy dress off, now clad in striped matching underwear and stockings.
"I don't know why I feel like this..." She murmured, the sweet drawing her closer, basking in its own light of pure ecstasy.
Stocking reached a shaking finger out, swiping it through the frothy icing, and brought it to her lips.
"Mmmm." She groaned, suckling and licking her finger off, her pink tongue darting in and out along the tip till it was clean.
"So good!"
Giggling madly, she repeated her actions, using her other free hand to grab a clumpful of cake, smearing it along the open area of her exposed chest, shivering in excitement.
The pleasure she got from such ministrations was better than any cake she had ever consumed.
"Ohhh Yesss!" Stocking whimpered, swirling the bits of cake and icing on her inner thighs, stopping just at the edge of her panties.
"I love you cake!" She sighed between bites of the said luxury, stuffing the cherries from the top of it in her bra.
Many hours later the Lolita lay in a daze of satisfaction on her bed, now only covered in cake and wearing stockings, the much larger pieced of sweets covering her in a decent manner.
"ahh. There will never be another like you, my sweet." Laying back and yawning. "One true love."