Escoffier
Aether’s Journal – “Escoffier”
She bent over the counter. Didn’t say a word.
Skirt up. Panties down. I saw everything.
She looked back once. Like she knew. Like she planned it.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t.
She was dripping. Right there in the middle of the kitchen.
I think she moaned just from me staring.
And when she spread her legs a little more—slow, teasing, deliberate—
I forgot how to speak. Forgot I had a name.
She didn’t invite me.
She offered herself.
I came for dessert, but…
The tart got filled.
And the cake got destroyed
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