by Susanne Mathies
(02/24/10)
Plumpness pleases me. Being plump myself, I know what to look for, and I find it. For many days, I've been watching my neighbour fruit swelling, yellowing. The space between us narrowing, waning. She's exuding wafts of fruity scent. She is ripe, and so am I.
A slight twist of stem does the trick. We're touching, flowery hide on flowery hide. Oily sticky sleek skin thrill. Surface riding. Heavy juicy yielding.
"Succulent sweetheart!" Her voice is light for such a heavy fruit. She is bigger and more splendid than I am. Glowing diamond-patterned skin, gleaming golden ridges, bountiful beauty. I've been dreaming moist dreams about her sweet plumpness.
"Melting to touch your fleshy form..." I nudge her gently. Ah, but she gives way. What can this mean? Doesn't she know about these little pleasures? Is she too shy to do it, or does she want more wooing? I try once more, pushing against her a little harder. She moves back again. Oh no, she can't do that to me. Playing with me. How I hate a saucy flirt. Let's see what I can do about that... I lean forward as far as my stem will let me. She shrinks back, but she cannot escape me.
"Don't be coy," I whisper, "Come closer, I know you'll love it."
She whimpers. "Let go," I say. "Come closer."
"This hurts," she whines. "Do you want to give me pain?" So she's just naïve. What a delicious little challenge.
"Sweet pain for a sweet fruit." My skin caressing hers, fondling her, pampering her. Skin bud finding skin dent, locking, holding tight. Squashy skin over soft flesh. I lean. I lean against it, into it, pressing my weight against hers. Will she feel it?
Yes, she's relaxing against me. Coming closer. Pressing back against me. I'm beginning to sense it, my hard little flower stems push deep into my own tender pulp. A fine sharp twinge...
"Oh, so this is what you mean," she cries, thrusting her full body harder against me. A moment ago she was innocent, but now she has tasted the sweetness of secret delicate hurting. We shudder. Punctured by our own skins. Pricking stinging little pings of pain. Skins getting squashy, soggy, soaking. Tingling taste of fruit juices mingling. Mingling, tingling, mingling, tingling. Drifting into a heaven of sweet hurt.
