Goldmelons in the Sun: Episode 1

Wicked

Melody Marks, Tommy Pistol Pic(s)

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the sky, I found myself drawn to the sight of two plump gold melons basking in the warmth of the fading light. The flesh was ripe and smooth, with just enough give to tease my fingertips as I cupped them in my hands. With a gentle tug, one melon rolled onto its side, revealing a small indentation at the base that seemed to call out for my tongue. I leaned forward, eager to taste the sweet juice that flowed from within, but as I closed my lips around the fruit, I felt something else entirely. A warmth began to spread through my body, starting at the base of my spine and working its way upward until every fiber was alive with a burning desire. My hips began to move without conscious thought, driven by an atiable need that only grew more intense with each passing moment. And then, as if on cue, I felt it – a wave of pleasure so intense that it took my breath away. With a cry of ecstasy, I collapsed onto the grass, spent but still gripping one of the gold melons in my hand, the taste of sunshine and sweetness forever imprinted on my tongue.