Lust

"It's better than sex," she said.
Her friend looked confused. Had she really heard her correctly? Did she really think that Victoria sandwiches were better than sex? How absurd. It wasn't even the best cake you could buy. Not even in the Top 10 of Cakes. Everyone knew that, surely?
The two women shared a flat and they often had late night discussions that were a little off the wall, but this was ridiculous.
"Anyway, err, I'm of to bed," said the cake lover.
The other sat in the living room and watched some boring late night TV before throwing in the towel and heading for bed.
As she walked past her flatmate's bedroom she heard a groaning sound. She stood by the door and listened for a while.
The door was ever so slightly ajar and she pushed it open to see what was happening, having a fairly good idea anyway.
What she saw was most unexpected.
"Oh my God!" she screamed.
"What are you doing here? Get out!" her shocked friend shouted back.
There was no way of unseeing what had just happened. The woman in the bed was covered in cake and was writhing around, crumbs, jam and cream everywhere.
The property to let listings looked very attractive the following morning.