She craved a sweet treat her mouth watering for the ice pie she imagined. Her eyes scanned the menu finding the perfect match. A delicate drop formed on her chin a tempting sight. The first taste was pure bliss. She savored every moment of the decadent filling. Her senses awakened with each indulgent bite. The sweetness lingered on her tongue. A forbidden thought crossed her mind. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment. The dessert disappeared too soon. But the sensation remained. She craved another. Her nerves hummed for the next encounter. A sly smile played on her face. She knew exactly what she needed. The thought alone was intoxicating. Soon she would indulge again. Her desire flared. The next pie awaited her. And she was ready to enjoy it.