Do you know what true temptation is? It's when something as simple as a piece of fruit... becomes a ritual of power. Between my breasts, juicy and cold, the watermelon rests as if it knew where it belongs. It rests firmly between curves that don't ask for permission, they just decide. And while you watch, hypnotized, your mouth dry, your mind spinning, I approach calmly... and lick every drop that runs, savoring your reaction more than the fruit itself. The sound. The look. The slow bite. Everything done to provoke your self-control. Or what's left of it.