Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Eating an Orange

I bite into the fruit. My teeth sink slowly into the meat of the orange. Its sweet juice explodes in my mouth. I swallow it greedily. I play my tongue over the piece in my mouth. Relishing the texture and taste. It slides down my throat and I hungrily search for more.

I take another bite…pulling the flesh roughly from the rind. It squirts me and dribbles down my cleavage. I smile at the occurrence. The juice feels cool running down my breasts. I grind my teeth on the fruit, punishing it for its transgression.

I bend back the rind to attack the fruit again. Forcing the fruit to expose it’s dripping pulp. Gorging myself on its succulent taste. My mouth is sticky from its nectar. I slowly lick my lips with extreme pleasure.

Next?

5 comments:

Maelström said...
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S said...

having gagged you...maybe you will be able to comprehend My reply. If you do not have a firm enough grasp of the English language, then find a dictionary. I do not write for you or your approval. That’s what MINE means. For Me. I do not wish to dominate everyone, most are not worth the time. As for your problem of becoming soft as you read, you might want to see a doctor about that.

Kat said...

I didn't read the comment from mr. illiterate, I have enough negativity in my life. You response was excellent! It showed class and confidence, 2 of my favorite attributes in you.

GPV said...

That post made me rush to the ice-box in search for orange juice.

Anonymous said...

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Passion and punishment at it best!