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In the Moment
Past was the time for savouring.
Still to come was the time for repleteness.
Now he was going to devour her.
She was a feast for the senses:
a rich fecund aroma of arousal;
her warm palette of flushed skin;
the muffled cries around her gag;
a muscle jerking as his tongue laps;
chocolate sweet and tart in his mouth.
She is his dessert.
He is her voracious glutton.