honestly the marshmallow test is kinda hot
honestly the marshmallow test is kinda hot
fidgeting restlessly in your chair as your eyes keep darting to the big sweet soft marshmallow sitting innocently on the table next to you…
it’s not right in front of you. the chair you’re sitting in is cocked at an angle, to the table, so if you sit primly with your hands clasped in your lap and look straight ahead, like you know you’re supposed to, the plate with the marshmallow on it is just in the corner of your left eye. there is a mirror, along the wall that you’re facing, and you’re sure he’s watching you through it. you lock eyes with yourself, and set your jaw; you are determined to show him how good a girl you can be.
you think how it would feel to bite into it, lips pursing around it; you can see in your mind the way it pinches, squashes, almost kissing you back with its softness, the way your teeth would leave smooth little tracks across its surface, drawing thin little peaks in the negative of the gap between your incisors. you think of the gentle billowy flavor and your mouth wets with saliva.
you sit on your hands.
but it will only be a few minutes, right, before he comes back with another one. it’s not as though you’re choosing not to eat it. you just have to wait, just a few minutes, before you get to feel it soft on your tongue, squishy between your teeth, sweet and mild and sticky, and if you can’t wait a few minutes then what will you be? a silly little girl who can’t be left alone in a room with a marshmallow? (your jaw is slack.) (it would make two bites, and you would open your mouth and gently push the second bite past your teeth, and suck the last touch of sugar off your fingertip as your lips closed around it.)
you’re swaying back and forth in your chair a little, anxiously, shifting your weight from buttock to buttock and thigh to thigh. you realize you’re not looking at your own eyes in the mirror, any more, but at the marshmallow, reflected next to you. eyes front, now. good girl.
you swallow. you see your reflection’s throat working. you’re still sitting on your hands, not because you might reach out and grab it, if you don’t, but because - just because. your eyes dart to the left, again. no, don’t look at it. there’s no clock in the room, you realize. but he has to be back soon, right? you won’t have to wait much longer.
you’re still swaying, first to the right, then to the left, and you realize that every time you sway to the left your eyes flicker, your neck cranes just a little, and you have to snap back upright and take a deep breath and nod, firmly, and look straight forward.
you can still see them both, out of the corner of your eye, the marshmallow in the mirror and the real one, the one so close to you that you could touch it, the one that was already promised to you, it’s yours, you can eat it whenever you want -
you pull your hand back. you hadn’t realized it had slipped out from under your thigh. you cross your arms in front of you. you bounce your leg. your mouth is so wet. your tongue slips out, quickly, dartlingly, and moistens your lips.
he’ll be back soon. you know he’ll be back soon. he has to be back soon, with another one, a real nother one, and then you can have them both and you can be a good girl.
a whine rises in the back of your throat. you bounce up and down in your chair, twice. you want it.
he’ll be back soon. you know he’ll be back soon. he has to be back soon, with another one, a real nother one, and then you can have them both and you can be a good girl.
you’re staring at it, on the table. you look back at the mirror and it’s there, too, and your mouth is open and your eyes are wide. there’s a little trickle of drool, leaking down from the corner of your mouth.
he’ll be back soon.
porn is when there are a lot of descriptions of textures and fidgety body language and wordless noises people make with their mouths and urges flowing from, or expressed within the body as, physical discomfort, happening to a cute girl or maybe boy. and maybe some kind of struggle between id and superego. any genital bullshit is strictly secondary