] Each time I tell myself it's the last time, but then I get a whiff of her hot chocolate, or...
...Seashells. Chocolate seashells, so small, so plain, so *innocent*. I thought, oh, just one little taste, it can't do any harm. But it turned out they were filled with rich, sinful...
...And it *melts*, God forgive me, it melts ever so slowly on your tongue, and tortures you with pleasure.