Kinky in the kitchen

Krystal spends a lot of time thinking filthy things, and the kitchen does something unholy to her. Every weird gadget on the counter seems to give her ideas—probably not the ones the designers planned. She stares at the hand-mixer and catches herself picturing it pressed somewhere warmer than batter. The rolling pin? Not so innocent either. She grins, already a step ahead of the room, knowing she’s not the only one getting hot over appliances meant for something sweet.