My sisters, When it’s 90 degrees out and your tetas are sweating like crazy, Bloodfeastin’ may require a treat that is cool, sweet and easy. Just like ME. Today, we are going to whip up a simple little pineapple shake to enjoy in this horny hot weather. Speaking of horny, have you ever made your own whipped cream? As much as I love a tall, cold can of Reddi-Wip (especially because I automatically think of this Oscar-winning scene from Varsity Blues), nothing compares to freshly…
Greetings, my sweet Menses Maidens. My horngriness usually calls for snacks of the salt and the savory varieties, but today I have put on my baking mask (a.k.a. a hockey mask with a printout of Martha Stewart Scotch-taped to it) to make you a sweet ‘lil dessert. It’s rare for the sugar demon to possess me, but when it does, I usually want cake. Fuck your pastries, sashay away from your pies, I don’t care if it’s nobody’s birthday — just GIMME…
Gather ‘round, my Bleeding Beauties. For the first time here on Bloodfeast, we’re making a dessert! Yes, this B has finally made you something SWEET. I know you’re probably like, “Boo, you whore. Isn’t eating sweets while you’re on your rag a total stereotype for a reason? BECAUSE IT’S TRUE? How dare you make us wait this long.” My apologies; I am so selfish. I’ve got SUCH a salt tooth. I swear on my Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the movie) DVD…