Here is something to distract people from my lust for imagination. A horny 1000+ word about a common red fruit. ENJOYYYYY.
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The Pink Lady
After eating laksa for dinner, I washed my hands and headed to the refrigerator to look for a nice dessert to cleanse my mouth with. As I searched the breezy insides of the fridge, I noticed an apple placed behind the bottle of Seasons Ice Lemon Tea, thought to myself, “An apple would be good right about now”, and so I grabbed it with my freshly cleaned right hand and gripped it tightly between my palm, thumb and four fingers. As I wrapped my hand around it, I realized how cold and solid the apple was. I imagined it was solid enough to be thrown against the wall and not explode into a billion pieces but instead, create a dent or a hole in it as though it were a giant bullet. “The temperature in the refrigerator must have frozen the insides of the fruit”, I concluded.
I gave the apple a nice wash and made my way towards the grandfather chair that was facing my wide screen television, while holding the blood red apple in my right hand, occasionally throwing it into the air as if it were a baseball. It fitted very snug in my hand as a baseball would, so it only came naturally for me to throw it up in the air and catch it without even looking, as though I was a professional baseball player.
As I positioned my rear on the cushion of the very comfortable grandfather chair, I noticed how the shape of the apple was rather abnormal. It was not a circle, nor was it an oval, but it was irregular, like the shape of an average person’s molar tooth. “If it were a tooth, it would probably be ten times the normal size of a human’s!” I thought to myself as I laughed at my own ridiculous joke. The apple’s skin was bumpy but very smooth, similar to a cherry’s. Though cherries are probably only as big as a person’s thumb and are not as fulfilling as compared to a shiny red apple. This reminded me; the apple was rather shiny, as though it was waxed, like how a car would shine after a good scrubbing and waxing. It didn’t reflect light like a mirror would, but it still shined brightly under even the dimmest of lights.
As I was about to sink my teeth into the remarkably attractive fruit, I realized that there was some sort of stem or piece of wood poking out of the top of the apple. I thought for quite a long time on what that little piece of wood was called. It really annoys me when I can’t figure out something that I should normally know. After a few minutes of deep thinking, I figured it out! “Oh yes! It’s called a pedicel!” I said loudly to myself with my finger pointed proudly in the air and a huge grin on my face. “I know the anatomy of an apple. I’m such a nerd” I said while sighing to myself. The pedicel was pretty firm and was practically wedged into the fruit, as if it was glued on with UHU super glue. It was difficult to remove by hand too. So I just left it and proceeded with my teeth sinking.
As I took my first big bite off the succulent fruit, I smelled the sugary goodness of the apple. This apple had a very relaxing scent, one that can be made into an air freshener, gelato or chewing gum. You could imagine my contentment at that very moment, as I thought of apple gelato while biting into the fruit. As I chewed the big piece of raw apple, I could feel the juices melting away in my mouth, covering every inch of my tongue, teeth and gums. It was both satisfying and thirst-quenching. It was like drinking freshly squeezed iced apple juice in my mouth! I could hear the crunchy sounds an apple would create when being crushed by the very strength of my jaws and teeth. My senses were ignited as I chewed on my first piece of apple.
It took about fifteen to twenty bites to fully mutilate a giant piece of apple in my mouth. After seven mouthfuls of an apple (only the bottom half was left), I took a break from exercising my jaw. I placed the apple on a tissue placed on top of the arm rest of the grandfather chair. As it sat there, waiting for me to devour it, I noticed the yellow flesh of the apple slowly transforming its colour into a very light cocoa brown. From what I remembered when I studied Biology in high school, this meant that oxidation occurred to the flesh of the apple, which basically meant that the apple is reacting with the oxygen in the air, which creates “rust”. “My God! I can’t believe I remember this!” I said in denial. “I’m no longer a Biology student! Get it out of your head woman”. And so I did.
The brown mush growing on the flesh of the apple really made the luscious fruit lose its good looks. “It doesn’t really matter, it’ll still taste the same” I assumed. I grabbed what was left of the apple and took a generous bite out of it. It turns out; the texture wasn’t as great as it was before the flesh turned brown. When the apple was still cold and fresh out of the refrigerator, it was very crispy, and chewing the fruit was strangely enjoyable. After letting it sit in the open air for a few minutes, the flesh began to soften dramatically and had lost the great crisp that it once had.
I began to lose interest in the apple but refused to put it to waste, so I continued munching on it with distaste. One bite after another, my pace began to decelerate. The apple still tasted the same but it wasn’t as pleasant to eat it as it was before.
As I bit off the last part of the apple, I noticed how the size of the fruit reduced severely, due to my strong need for a dessert, of course. It reminded me of a television show I use to religiously watch on Astro called Plastic Surgery: Before and After. The apple reminded me of an obese lady who underwent liposuction. She was enormous before the procedure but afterwards, she was as skinny as a flag pole. I thought quietly to myself, “I’m like the vacuum that sucks up the disgusting fat and the apple is the obese lady who cheats to lose weight”.
The spine of the apple was very much exposed but the seeds that the apple produced were hidden under a layer of elastic fibre. I dug one out from its hiding place and held it flat between my index finger and my thumb. When you compare my fingers to this seed, I would most likely be mistaken as a giant. The seed was awfully small, as small as a sunflower seed but was very tough and was in a dark maroon mixed with brown colour. I thought to myself for a short while, “If only we could grow apples in Malaysia” and I held the seed an inch away from my eyes.
After a few seconds of intensively observing such a minute seed and the back bone of the once very moist and tender apple, I got swallowed into the very depths of boredom and decided to dispose of the carcass of the apple.
The End
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THIS IS PORN.
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