Innocent Devour

Succumbing to the Forbidden I succumb to taste a craving a sweet temptation so close, but so out of reach. My best friends wife, a tantalizing vision of unspoken desires, a world of secrets awaiting the knife. As I insert the pie, I see my friends innocent facade crumbling apart, like the crumbs of the crust beneath my lips. Every bite a rush of adrenaline, every lick a confession. He was in the next room, oblivious to the storm brewing within these walls. Or so I thought. Was it all just a ruse A desperate attempt to conceal the turmoil brewing beneath the surface I take another bite, and the taste explodes on my tongue like a symphony of seduction. In this moment, I am the conductor, orchestrating a crescendo of desire that will leave him breathless. And I am the pie, the instrument of my best friends downfall.