new story idea

she eyed her target up and down one last time before approaching him.
'you wanna do it?'
he was taller than she was, darker too. olive skin to her vanilla and he smelled like dessert.
she took his hand and lead him to the back, to the smaller room where couples and triples writhed and kissed. she sat him down and nestled her way onto him.
it was over in less than 5 minutes and she remembered him as cake...

dear diary
had some cake. nice taste. may go back for seconds.