You're recipes have become world known. One night, you baked a delicious chocolate cake.

You left it on the counter and went to the toilet. When you'd finished, you walked back to see a slice has been taken. "Who the f-ck ate my-"

You saw a stranger sitting on your sofa. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. You know, there's so many recipes of yours I have tasted, but I've one yet to try." He walked closer.

"I'll be blunt. It's between your legs, and I'm going to devour it tonight..."