A breathy sigh passes his lips as his long, long fingers press the hardness of the graham cracker into the soft, yielding, willing flesh of the marshmallow. It spreads itself, opening its sweetness to both the cracker on top and the chocolate below. The chocolate is melting in desire, covered at last, and its wetness insinuates itself on him. He looks to you, a wicked grin sliding across his face and firelight flickering in his eyes, as he licks the chocolate’s sin from his finger, slowly, so fucking slowly.
Good god! you are trying to kill us! (and I had smores last night…. but not like this!)