I smeared oil on my beautiful long neck with a prominent apple. I tied a thin black ribbon just above the apple and pulled it tight enough to feel it tense around my throat. As I throw my head back, the cord gets even tighter and rubs around my apple as I swallow. Since it is almost 40 degrees outside, I really need some cold juice to cool me and to make my throat wet. Every time I try to swallow, my apple bounces up, slipping underneath the cord, but when my apple is going back down, the most prominent part of it gets shortly stuck on the cord. I love that moment when my apple jump, t...

I smeared oil on my beautiful long neck with a prominent apple. I tied a thin black ribbon just above the apple and pulled it tight enough to feel it tense around my throat. As I throw my head back, the cord gets even tighter and rubs around my apple as I swallow. Since it is almost 40 degrees outside, I really need some cold juice to cool me and to make my throat wet. Every time I try to swallow, my apple bounces up, slipping underneath the cord, but when my apple is going back down, the most prominent part of it gets shortly stuck on the cord. I love that moment when my apple jump, twitching the string. I'm telling you to watch my throat while I swallow and to listen carefully. The sounds of my throat are so seductive and close to your ears. You can hear the cold liquid entering my mouth and sliding down my esophagus all the way to my stomach. Occasionally I throw my head back with liquid in my mouth, and I gurgle it. The sounds are compelling.