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Part one:

Strawberries. Just the simple smallness of the fruit was intoixcating. The same way she was. Small, delicate, juicy.

I had picked her after much consideration. All the other berries looked delicious mind you, but her scent was envigorating.

I don't usually hold to other fruits but she was a strawberry ripe for picking. Her lips stained red with the very fruit she reminded me of.

She sucked on the end of a berry and bit the end off. It was thrilling to just sit and watch. But I wanted more. I wanted to BE that berry, sans the whole biting thing of course.

She ate the fruit so seductively that I nearly fell off my chair as I watched her.

I think she noticed me watching her. Her eyes glance in my direction every now and again. The strawberries sweet smell floated to me and I closed my eyes.

I imagined her feeding me the berries. I sighed heavily.

She laughs. I open my eyes. She's looking right at me. She's laughing at me. She knows exactly what she's doing to me and she just keeps going.

Little temptress, I'll get you for that.

Another berry makes it's appearance and I'm lost in the visual eroticism of it all over again.

She smiles at me and winks. My heart races.

I'm not like this. I'm the calm one. I'm "detatched"... I'm not like this.

I shake my head and rub my temples. When I look up again she's gone. I panic.

Laughter. Strawberries. She's standing beside me.

She hands me a berry and I nearly faint. The scent of her and those berries is almost too much. Her red stained lips begging me to kiss them. My legs begin to bounce under the table. She smiles at me.

I get up and leave with her. The scent has taken me captive. I'm a prisoner to those berry colored lips and that laugh. I follow her like a child to her room. It's just like her, small and unassuming. She closes the door behind her and she takes a seat at a table.

I take the empty chair at her gesture. No words are spoken by either of us. She teases me with a basket of the fruit. Leaning in I breathe in the air around us. Strawberries...