Miki's Diary 1MikiIt was getting increasingly, if not impossibly difficult to keep myself restrained. It was like looking at chocolate melting down your arms and not licking it, if anything, just to see what it tasted like. Even if you've had chocolate millions of times before, it wasn't this chocolate, and you never really know when your next opportunity to try it would ever come up. Besides, it smells so good and enticing, with just a hint of hazelnut to its warm silky texture. So you try it. Besides, it's not like I put the chocolate there, it was offered and it'd be quite rude to refuse, right?
Prose - TPL - Prolouge pt1The mid-day rays filter in from the balcony, their harshness stripped by the billowing organza drapery. Clothes lay strewn across the marble floor as wantonly as their owners on the overstuffed pillows and thick blankets. One of them stirs and reaches for the first article she can reach.What are you doing? the back of his hand brushes the small of her back, tenderly tracing the curve of her delicate arches. She smiles dismissively at him and continues to get dressed.Dressing, I do not want to miss the execution.We have plenty of time, he murmurs, hand crawling around her waist to her stomach.