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OK. Food.

So, have you ever in your life wanted to make love to food. Like as you were eating it, it tasted so good, that you just wanted to meld with it? It's happened twice with me. Usually I LOVE my moms fudge. It's so sugary and chocolatey that I get like physical manifestations of a chocolate overdose, I think. My face sweats a little. But that's not what I'm talking about...

1) I was at my bosses house in Sturgeon Bay, getting high with him and Laurie(another rmanager at T-Bell. Man I wish I could talk to her, too... I feel bad, cuz I've avoided her everytime I've visited, but I still wonder how she is. Her daughter was my first...) Anyways. Ok, so I broke out a hostess cup-cake, and started to eat it while fucking stoned as all hell. Shit, I could not believe how creamy it tasted. It was pure bliss. I started shoving my face in it, licking it off my hands, etc... Very sensual.

2) I had a plum shortly after we moved into Madison. And the inside was so moist, and dripping with sweet stickiness. Odder yet, it was a red plum(which I like when they're a bit more yellow, not so red, or are those black plums. Shit!). Bright, insanely vivid... Anyways, as I bit into the plum, it was so fucking juicy, I had never had a plum taste so perfect. I looked at it, and it was just so intensely red, translucent, pulsating, I could see what appeared to be veins(must've been fibers inside or something)... I wasn't on any drugs... promise. And I just wanted to make love to that fruit. Like really make LOVE to the fruit.

OK, so now you people know I'm such a freak. But I think we're all freaks. At least all my great and not so often replied to friends. That's why I love us all! :)

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i have wanted to make love to food... period. in my weaker moments, the sensory delights of a watermelon or slice of pie has caught my eye on more than one ocasion.