Nectarine:

I reread the letter and feel my passion grow under my desk. The feeling she created in me makes me clinch my jaw & my eyes as I see it in my mind. When I open my eyes it is there before me and a smile slides across my face. A tease for a tease runs thru my thoughts and it begins....

Picking up the nectarine I cradle it in my palm and see her flesh. The wicked smile glides across my parting mouth as I allow my tongue to run over the skin of the fruit. Circling it with inspired passion, I inhale its musk, her musk. My tongue tastes the soft sweetness she possesses. I yearn to sink my teeth into her but tease myself and the fruit a little longer. Seeing her supple breast before my lips I kiss the flesh. My lips spread as I force them around it taking in as much as I can. My tongue dances on the flesh, her musk fills my senses. I hold of as long as I can. As I sink my teeth deep into her moisture it wells inside my mouth some squeezes from the corner of my lips to run down the sides of her flesh and onto my chin. The taste is passions kiss�Sweet erotic wanting.

I chew the rich sweet flesh savoring its taste. Tongue dancing around it my teeth nibble and consume it. I look down on the nectarine now and see the honey dripping from her, running down the sides to cover my fingers. Cupping it I gaze into the middle where the seed peeks out. I smile and think of another part of Fire�s body� that my teeth desire to sink in to. Now thru parted lips I use my tongue to draw out the honey trapped in the nectarines flesh. I stroke inside the opening, tongue feeling the rough seed. I work the tip of my tongue around it, pushing, circling, and force my tongue between the seed and the flesh attached to it. The heady moisture of the soft flesh alive in my mouth I bite once more. My teeth sinking in deeper, harder taking all I can then pull back on the fruit and chewing. I savor the wet honey now dripping down my fingers and hands, sliding between my lips and over my chin. My teeth tear into the sweet flesh and I taste her, smell her in this honey that flows into my mouth with every bite. A wicked smile, coated with honey spreads across my lips, and I wonder " Will Fire like my story�"