Ruby Red

August 24, 2026

fragrance titillates pierced flesh weeps for feral bite a ripe tart beckons

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I was originally writing a long-winded journal entry about writing. Or rather about my passion or lack of passion for writing. I decided to reintroduce grapefruit back into my life. I am hoping that I can have one for a morning jolt of vivaciousness without my body objecting too much. Finally got around to taking a bite of it... it's been a very long time since I have had a fresh ruby red grapefruit. Oh my, my. It looks like I've created an entirely new temptation to test my willpower with. I really want to gorge on a second.

No. Or rather yes. “Gorge” is absolutely the correct word. I do not want to delicately partition every sliver, and immediately eat it from my spoon. I want to section it into larger slivers, and hungrily devour it from equally tasty fingers. Then I want to lick every dripping rivulet of juice from the palm and wrist that has so kindly fed me the rejuvenating ambrosia.

Naughty thoughts. Naughty thoughts. I suppose it beats thinking about politics or taking the trash out.