“Erotic baking, really?” I exclaimed, not really sure what to make of my wife’s suggestion.

“Yes, erotic baking, dear, I’m sure it will be fun,” she replied.

I have to admit I really wasn’t sure. The idea of spending an entire evening making cakes in the shape of penises and goodness knows what else didn’t exactly fill me with excitement.

“Where is it?” I enquired

“The sex shop at the bottom of town,” she replied.

“The sex shop?” I replied more than a little confused.

“Yes, I suppose it adds to the ambience, being in a sex shop, it makes it just a little bit more erotic.” She answered.

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