The Brownie Affair
Friday, June 23, 2006
I shall not crucify myself for loving, desiring and basking in the satisfaction of feeling complete and whole. Nor shall I entice others to ultimately join me in my temporary lapse of self control (<3 gimpiedoodle).
But really, what is a girl to do?
Two inches of thick, moist, chocolate goodness sitting a scant inch away from her fingertips. Tempting, teasing... almost begging to be tasted.
What's a little dark chocolate icing on the tip of her tongue and the warm sensual scent that lingers on her lips? Can't you already feel the sweet, rich, creamy texture of dark chocolate trickling down your throat, quivering your insides as you swallow?
And that warm, pleasureable cascade of rapture from the rippling after effects of sampling a tiny piece of heaven.
Ah, the simple ecstasy of having a brownie in the middle of the night while ignoring your socially pre-conditioned subconcious mind screaming at how the brownie is indeed the spawn of satan.
In retrospect, it is quite an ugly sight watching a fat person shove forkfuls of brownie cubes into their mouth. Even worse if it leaves a glaringly telltale icing trail on the side of their cheeks. However, it's strangely adorable if you stick a cute, petite little girl with sickeningly sweet frills in that situation (Randi, lover, are you up for some modelling sessions? ;)). Boggles the mind, really.
Mmm, I believe it's time for a nice, hot cup of tea to compliment the brownie I've just so shamelessly inhaled without any reservations.
Ignorance is bliss.
I shall not crucify myself for loving, desiring and basking in the satisfaction of feeling complete and whole. Nor shall I entice others to ultimately join me in my temporary lapse of self control (<3 gimpiedoodle).
But really, what is a girl to do?
Two inches of thick, moist, chocolate goodness sitting a scant inch away from her fingertips. Tempting, teasing... almost begging to be tasted.
What's a little dark chocolate icing on the tip of her tongue and the warm sensual scent that lingers on her lips? Can't you already feel the sweet, rich, creamy texture of dark chocolate trickling down your throat, quivering your insides as you swallow?
And that warm, pleasureable cascade of rapture from the rippling after effects of sampling a tiny piece of heaven.
Ah, the simple ecstasy of having a brownie in the middle of the night while ignoring your socially pre-conditioned subconcious mind screaming at how the brownie is indeed the spawn of satan.
In retrospect, it is quite an ugly sight watching a fat person shove forkfuls of brownie cubes into their mouth. Even worse if it leaves a glaringly telltale icing trail on the side of their cheeks. However, it's strangely adorable if you stick a cute, petite little girl with sickeningly sweet frills in that situation (Randi, lover, are you up for some modelling sessions? ;)). Boggles the mind, really.
Mmm, I believe it's time for a nice, hot cup of tea to compliment the brownie I've just so shamelessly inhaled without any reservations.
Ignorance is bliss.
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./immediately thugs the nearest bakery and glomps anything that deals with chocolate....
I got a fig leaf you can wear/model.