Moist.

Warm.

Fresh.

The taste on her tongue was rich and flavorful.

Yes, this was something she would and should savor.

She’d waited all day for this.

Her first thought was of it as she walked into her apartment.

Shoes and jacket discarded.

Yes, she thought as she licked her fingers.

Caught the bit that had smeared at the corner of her mouth.

Scraping her plate clean, she licked the fork.

No, there was nothing better than a thick slice of fresh chocolate cake after a long days work.

Pleasure

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