Apple Pie

"Do you know that  feeling when you yearn for somethingso bad, you physically feel it? When you crave something so bad, you start to ache? And that feeling of total bliss when you finally had it? That feeling as if you aren't empty anymore? As if you're filled with love? That feeling that is immediately followed by emptiness and guilt? And finally you regret giving into your cravings 'cause you know you shouldn't have and you know it's not good for you and you know you're weak for giving in? And still you know you'd do it again and again if given the chance? And you keep anticipating the next time you can feel that moment again? Do you know that feeling?", Violetta asked her friend.

"Erhm... no?", her friend looked up from her phone, brows furrowed.

"I don't even think it's love. It's just pure lust. I get that rush. It's intoxicating.", the girl was on her feet now, breathing heavily.

She just couldn't understand how her friend doesn't know that orgasmic feeling.

Her friend moved over one or two chairs away, weirded our by the passionate girl.

"Tonight is the night and I can hardly wait. We gotta have dinner first but after that... Oh boy, am I excited. That feeling of warm, sticky wetness on my tongue - "

"Dude stop! I don't wanna hear about that stuff!That's nasty!", her friend interrupted her.

"What do you mean nasty? That's just natural. I mean you never tasted my granny's apple pie but still that's not a reason to judge me."

"What?"

"I said there's no reason to judge me for my feelings"

"Not that. Did you say you granny's apple pie?"

"Yeah sure. What did you think I was talking about?", Violetta asked with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her friend re-lived the conversation in her had and suddenly things seemed so clear to her.

" You crave something so bad, you start to ache?"

Tummy-aches when you're hungry.

"And finally you regret giving into your cravings 'cause you know you shouldn't have and you know it's not good for you and you know you're weak for giving in?"

Calories...

"We gotta have dinner first"

Dessert...

"Warm, sticky wetness on my tongue"

The filling...

Suddenly her friend facepalmed herself into oblivion.

An audible slap echoed through the room.

"Yo what's up with you?", Violetta was visibly flabbergasted by her friend's weird behavior.

But her friend just shook her head and mumbled some incoherent shit into her non-existing beard.

"Well... You wanna stay for dinner? So you can taste the pie for yourself?"

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