This story is about one of my favourite pairings-
I devourved his sweet, juicy flesh, savoring his taste. My toungue darted out as I muttered breathless words of passion.
"You're mine," I whispered. My lips were on him again in a second.
I pulled away just long enough to breathe out, "Oh, applesauce. You're like my own personal heroin." A blend of sweet and tangy moistness met my toungue. I licked every last drop of applesauce off the spoon, closing my eyes in bliss. A soft sound of pleasure escaped my lips.
"You are amazing," I told him, swallowing.
Applesauce and I, we make an odd pair. People stare when they see us, but it doesn't matter. He is mine, and I will always be his. Our love is unmatched, and our relationship is wonderful. I find such joy in simply tasting him on my lips. There has never been anyone I have loved as much as him, and there never will be.
-me and applesauce.