"He tastes me like sin. Leaves me like a prayer unanswered. But I always let him come back…"
We love recklessly. Desperately. As if the world stops existing outside the heat of our bodies. With every kiss, he stakes his claim. With every touch, I surrender. But love like this is never gentle. It is raw. Bruising. Addictive. And when he leaves, he doesn’t just take his body—he takes me with him.
Now, I wait. I ache. I crave. Because no matter how far he goes, I know one thing for certain—
He will return.
And when he does, I will open. Again and again. Because I am his. Even when he is gone.
A novelette unlike any you’ve ever read—Fruit is a story of hunger, desire, obsession, and love that lingers long after the body has cooled. With lush imagery, raw sensuality, and poetic storytelling, this is more than erotica. This is an experience.
I think it took me longer to read Fox in Socks. This felt like a collection of short stories taken from a Penthouse Forum. Not sure what I was expecting but not this. There was no build up just sex. Like Chapter 10 we didn’t even describe the sweatpants. Were they grey?? I thought about giving it two stars since I was able to finish it so quick, but not sure that was due to the actual content of the book. If you enjoy a quick paced, no nonsense sexual encounter this is the book for you. It unfortunately did nothing for me. I was more turned on by Twilight.
"Fruit: Desire, Obsession, and a Love That Won’t Let Go" by Osheen Turnbull
Rating:5/5
Review:
👉Fruit by Osheen Turnbull is a beautifully intense, emotionally charged novelette that dives deep into the messy, aching depths of obsessive love and unrelenting desire. This is not just a love story—it’s an experience that grips you from the first haunting line and doesn’t let go. It’s poetic, provocative, and profoundly human.
👉Told from the point of view of a woman who is consumed by a toxic yet irresistible love, the story captures the raw ache of longing, the sweetness of surrender, and the pain of always being left behind. She waits, she aches, she opens herself again and again—because her love isn’t a feeling, it’s a force. The writing is lyrical and lush, dripping with sensual imagery and emotional depth. Every word feels like a heartbeat, every paragraph like a bruise and a kiss all at once.
👉What makes Fruit so powerful is its unapologetic honesty. The passion in these pages is electric, but it’s the vulnerability and pain underneath that make it unforgettable. This isn’t about happily-ever-afters—it’s about truth. About the kind of love that owns you, that breaks and builds you at the same time. It’s a beautiful, brutal portrayal of what it means to give yourself away completely—and still want more.
👉Osheen Turnbull delivers a story that’s not only erotically charged but also deeply poetic and emotionally rich. If you love books that leave you breathless and a little broken in the best way, Fruit is a must-read.
🔥 Passionate. 🥰 Heart-wrenching. 🤩 Unforgettable. 👉Fruit will stay with you long after the last page is turned.
I wasn't quite expecting to it end in a quick, swift, "This isn't the end,", but, yeah it makes sense. It has the literalism of an erotica, the themes—though repetitive sometimes, (there's experiment, but I feel like it's not as much, because some things are never considered), and that might be a matter of preference or intentionality that I didn't fully see.
The depth to the relationship was already present, so it wasn't like being introduced, it existed and there was a diverse range of experiments, it was enjoyable! It does feel like reading a mix of ancient-modern "Yellow Silk", not twisty, but delightful in its own sense. But because my range in taste is quite diverse, I could emerge, yet not fully but the fact that it was already a par above when its written like a litfic erotica rather than focusing on explicitness, it shows, and when I compare it to Yellow Silk, it could be just the highest literary comparision and praise. I don't know how to talk about this book without feeling simultaneously lush yet underwhelmed.