THE TASTE OF HER
Hello my dear people-I think that this will be my first and only attempt to write a drabble.* I'm not very good at writing short stories, but it's always a good time to develop some new skills.
Charles thinks about Elsie's taste while she is away.
Something that's been sitting in my head all day long. Hope you will like it.
When she went to London with the family, he missed so many things about her. Today he thought about how much he missed her taste.
He knew her taste so well by now-all kinds of them. He knew the taste of her lemon scented hair, he knew how sweetly her lips tasted. More sweetly than the best apple pie. He knew how her neck tasted-like a creamy pudding, that he just couldn't refuse to himself. He knew the taste of her breasts-whenever he put his lips on them, he wondered, if they tasted more like grapes or like pineapples.
The skin on her belly and on the inside of her thighs, tasted like velvety cream on the best cake. But her taste was most diversified in there-between her thighs...When he tasted her there, it always felt differently, depending from the time of the month. Sometimes it was more like semi-sweet wine, sometimes like an aromatic rose. Regardless of the kind of taste, he always enjoyed it..Tremendously...He simply couldn't wait for her return and for the moment, when he will be able to remind himself all of her taste...Each one of them...
I almost did it-it was suppose to be a drabble, but it ended with a double-drabble**, plus it was probably the first story in which I didn't mention their names once, but never mind, you know who I'm writing about ;-) Hope you liked this very shortly Chelsie story.
*Drabble-a story which contains one hundred words exactly
**Double-drabble-a story which contains two hundred words exactly.