This series is dedicated to some people I love and what defines them..
She double checked the door to ensure it was latched. She
needed some privacy- she didn’t want anyone to witness her doing the sinful
thing that she had in mind. She hoped the door was sound proof, lest someone in
the corridor hear her while she hit the peaks of ecstasy. Maybe she should play
some music to drown it out. She sat down on the floor, she knew girls got messy
when they did what she was about to do. And then she slowly took it off.
The wrapping, of course. And she looked at that
glorious-melty-gooey-stairway-to-heaven in her hands. When she put the first
cube in her mouth, she thought she might die a little. It melted slowly on her
tongue. To say it was delicious would be the understatement of the century. It
was earth shattering, it was life changing and it was better than orgasmic.
She was lost in the
texture, the smell and the taste - it was as though everything good in the
universe was collected over the centuries and packed into a small piece heaven.
She was filled with a warm and fuzzy sensation. She could just give up these
worldly material pleasures and float up into air. She was almost out of breath.
It was Moksh.
She spotted some drippy bits on her shirt, she lifted it up
and licked them clean. She attacked the wrapper next; leaving even the tiniest
morsel would be just blasphemous.
Her fingers were brown by the time she was done. She would
be foolish to use a napkin. She attended to them one by one, teaching them a
lesson. Aaah, she was done.
She was in Paradise.
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