Naughty pancakes, of course.

You decide to make Alex special pancakes. You gather up your ingredients: the whipped cream, syrup and some of the mixed berries.

You place everything together at one en of the table. Time for part two of your cunning plan. You rush back to the bedroom. Gently, you tap and shake Alex awake. As his brown eyes blink groggily up at you, you whisper "I've made breakfast. Come out when you're ready." Making sure he is, in fact, awake, you scurry back to the tiny dining room. You can hear Alex fumbling around.

You sit up on the table, legs spread and your bum hanging over the edge. You shake the can of cream and spray it against your crotch. You gasp as the cold cream splashes against you. You spread it around, covering you: your mound, your lips, even your arse. You spray strands of it across your belly and liberally coat your tits in the dessert.

You almost throw the can aside as you carefully pick up the jar of syrup. You drizzle it lazily across your thighs and in long threads across your belly. Next, the berries. You sprinkle some around your crotch, before carefully placing a little cluster in the cream above your nipples. You hear Alex approach and as a final touch, you throw your hands behind your head and arch your back. You watch the doorway and pout.

Seconds later, Alex steps in. He sees you and stops, stock still, eyes widening. You blow him a kiss, "Breakfast's ready. Hungry?"