The Cheesecake

Walking in, I could never expect how I would feel walking out. Each dessert gave me an arousing gaze, but which one would I go on this pleasuresome experience with? I may be in a café, I feel as if I am standing in an ethereal chamber of joy.

As I slowly stroked the crust of my cheesecake, I slid my fork through its delicate body. I gently licked the slice, pulling my tongue into a bliss embrace only I could understand. The thick, rich and sweet cake leaned into me. Savouring the moment, I shook the plate, the cake jiggling. Its body was succulent... and warm. It enlightened the café with its serene spirit. The second my tongue embraced the soft, creamy piece of cheesecake, my world changed. I was caressed, and I felt great... everywhere. I shook my body, my head drifting off into a new world of joy, pleasure, and arousal in so many ways.

Each bite got softer and softer, and each bite I swallowed felt better and better. I gulped and gulped, preparing for the grandeur of pleasure that would stroke and tickle my throat. Every vein, every muscle and every pore in my throat would be blessed with the velvety, thick cream I swallowed happily. But it was coming to an end. As the cheesecake got smaller and smaller, so did my joy. I wiggled my chest in satisfaction, my heart racing in arousal. But the last bite came. The last piece. I needed to savour this. I slowly let the cake feel all around my mouth, the sticky cream caressing me.

When the cheesecake was gone, I was grieving and grieving. The plate that once held what felt like my only source of... pleasure, was empty like me. It truly felt like a breakup.