She rolls her tongue across the round end savoring the delicate flavor and texture. Every year it was the same, the anticipation, the rush. She thinks to herself, ‘Why, why is it only once a year I can be this satisfied?’
Nibbling the end slowly, she relishes each sensation, each flavor as it bursts across her tongue. Finally, her patience at an end she gently bites down and her mouth fills, sticky cream sending her into spasms of ecstasy. Her tongue whips out catching each thick globule, enjoying the sticky sweetness.
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This week’s word is Satisfied. The word limit is 100 words. This one comes in at 93.
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