‘Pleasure me’ I appealed, promising exquisite delight and wave upon wave of sensual satisfaction.
‘Give me that wet rapture, borne of heat, friction and need’.
Resolve was weakening, I could tell, daylight was being compressed from view by delicate membranes, as saliva began to toy with delicious prophecy.

‘Ah.…, a piece of apple, crisp and sweet, light and clean, the juices cooling lips hot from need, you heard the call from within my being.
I can give you more, so much more…’

‘I know the dark needs and the want’s, I could give them all to you. I can satisfy the craving, the yearning for release, I can end the sweaty palms, the curling toes and the spasming thighs.’

You gasp, because you know its true, fresh air rushing in to quell the embers growing within…
Ice, played over your face, run to your mouth, the tantalising trickle of cool tears coursing down neck and teasingly between breasts…

‘Come, we have been here before, we are no strangers you and I, we are beyond guilt for our sensual sins. We share a knowledge of how to please, you offer me the sustenance of erotic life, I play your emotional desires and your physical needs to make you groan.’

I can hear your heart beat rising, I can feel your skin warming in anticipation, the wholesome crisp bread you bite, the coarseness of it’s texture, the oatmeal heaviness, you savour the nutty tang. They are but an appetiser for things to come…

‘I will liberate euphoria to course through your very being’, I can make your mind sing with bliss, your body tingle with contentment, I implore.

“Sod it!” Janice cursed standing at her fridge, tasting the chocolate, and blowing her diet for another day…