It was the thing always on her mind as she lay in bed. Enveloped in sheets, it was all that she pictured, imagining herself succumbing to the soft, tickling caress on her lips, the warm, sweet smell thickening in her throat, the self-satisfying bite of her teeth sinking into the strong and smooth texture.
Last thing at night, and first thing in the morning.
Dreams of throwing herself into the syrupy explosion, dreams of waking beside the object of her affection. Then the guilt, the wretched feeling about what she had done would pervade her, forcing her to run and repent in the bathroom. It was worth it though.
Lauren Tanner's hand snaked slowly towards her beside table. Towards a shiny red packet.
She was just addicted to breakfast biscuits.
meh, just very short musings, don't know if it's any good!
:)