skinnypuppy
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Today I met the world's nicest peach. His body was smooth, almost hairless, and a generous mix of brilliant yellow and deep red. His only clothing was a small oval label announcing his name, Orchard Perfect. Although it seems a strange name, it curiously fit him very well. His stem was still in place, nicely recessed in an otherwise plump body, which itself was soft and inviting of intimacy. I spent time caressing it sensuously, and even gave it a quick bath.
I said a quick prayer with him, in German.
Once I had his confidence and cooperation, I kissed him.
Then I placed my teeth (all three of them) on his skin and pressed down. A little bit of his nectar seeped out. The taste was exquisite, and I told him so. He squeaked.
I continued caressing him, now with my tongue, then with my teeth again, until a small section of his skin and flesh separated from his body. I tried to comfort him, saying that I'd help him heal, but I knew in my hypocritical mind that I was lying through the aforementioned teeth.
The taste and texture of what I had just bitten off began to drive me to a frenzy, and I started biting off more. The juice covered my face, only serving to drive me further mad, and pretty soon I had removed half of his body. His core laid naked in my hand, and I worshipped it with my mouth, kissing it and sucking all its juice and flesh off. I calmed down a little after that, slowing my consumption rate, and I savored the other half of his flesh peacefully and reverently.
Once I had finished, I repeated the prayer.
Now a memoir of the occasion, almost a eulogy:
Orchard Perfect, you were the cat's meow of peaches, and I will always remember you fondly. You gave yourself cheerfully and lovingly for the pleasure of a mere mortal, and your core will be laid to rest in a place that will hopefully allow your memory to be revered by succeeding generations. Meanwhile, your sibling awaits his master, in the same fruit basket wherein I first made your acquaintance. I hope he is as enthusiastic as you were
May you rest in peace.
I said a quick prayer with him, in German.
Once I had his confidence and cooperation, I kissed him.
Then I placed my teeth (all three of them) on his skin and pressed down. A little bit of his nectar seeped out. The taste was exquisite, and I told him so. He squeaked.
I continued caressing him, now with my tongue, then with my teeth again, until a small section of his skin and flesh separated from his body. I tried to comfort him, saying that I'd help him heal, but I knew in my hypocritical mind that I was lying through the aforementioned teeth.
The taste and texture of what I had just bitten off began to drive me to a frenzy, and I started biting off more. The juice covered my face, only serving to drive me further mad, and pretty soon I had removed half of his body. His core laid naked in my hand, and I worshipped it with my mouth, kissing it and sucking all its juice and flesh off. I calmed down a little after that, slowing my consumption rate, and I savored the other half of his flesh peacefully and reverently.
Once I had finished, I repeated the prayer.
Now a memoir of the occasion, almost a eulogy:
Orchard Perfect, you were the cat's meow of peaches, and I will always remember you fondly. You gave yourself cheerfully and lovingly for the pleasure of a mere mortal, and your core will be laid to rest in a place that will hopefully allow your memory to be revered by succeeding generations. Meanwhile, your sibling awaits his master, in the same fruit basket wherein I first made your acquaintance. I hope he is as enthusiastic as you were
May you rest in peace.
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