It looks so beautiful, the sides wet, you can tell it's excited too. You lick your lips again, and your thighs close in tighter. You want to hide your excitement, you don't want it to know that you crave it. You pick up the fork, you feel your cheeks burning, the fork touches the sides of the plate. You're denying yourself the pleasure you crave so much, why? because it's too much, too soon and you know what it can do to you. You can be hung up on it for weeks, craving it your every breathing moment. You need you fix, it is your fix.
You need to tread carefully, a path that could lead to your pleasure could also lead to your absolute decay.
The fork gets closer....
It is waiting for you...so wet, so beautiful...
You get closer, you breath hot, you're sure it can feel it.
Your body clenches, your mind racing, your thoughts louder by the minute...
Then suddenly...