Battered: Chronicles of a Pancakesexual Nymphomaniac

Patience by Skylove99

      The heat rolled off the waffles, bringing sweat to my brow. The smell of the crisping edges was intoxicating and I had to hold back the drool pooling into my mouth. 

     God, I loved weekend breakfasts.

     As I flipped the waffle out of the iron and onto my plate, I bit my lip, excited for what was to come.
My favorite part. I picked up the boysenberry syrup and poured it over my waffles, making sure it pooled into each little square and up over the sides.

     Ecstatic and guilty, I cut into the waffle with my knife, stabbed into it with my fork, and put it into my mouth, stifling a moan as I chewed into the deliciously cooked batter.

     I'd waited all week for this. Instant gratification was nice, but waiting made it so much better.