Not one but two…

Photo by Dana DeVolk on Unsplash

Having 2 of them who are out to kill you using sweetness is never a good idea. Enter the icy one. Having a good time with both of them at the same time never fails to send me into the overwhelming high of pure ecstasy.

Smooth, silky and sweet. What else can I use to describe this lovely being. Dressed in a crispy outer layer which I slowly peeled away with my mouth, teasing its luscious contents with every flick of my tongue, giving it an occasional nibble so that I can get more of it.

Sometimes, I’d switch over and give a good suck on the protrusion, sending a gush of chewy spheres and fluids into my mouth, washing everything down with a good gulp.

I loved them. They bring so much pleasure to me when I with them. Sometimes I’d have them solo, simetimes I’d have them in each hand and sometimes, I’d have them in each other. I could do anything to them and they would still give me that high that I am always after.

Never has the thought of them slowly killing me from the inside crossed my mind… Not even once. I shut it all out, out of my consciousness, out of my awareness. I just wanted to bask in their presence and enjoy the moment.

The price of the thrill is something that was deferred… Something that I could not afford…