This is a short little erotic story. The writing is solid, and there were no painful euphemisms, but I feel like it didn't live up to its potential. The idea is that there are these magic(?) apples that give you pleasure. Awesome. Only the big climactic sex scene pretty much had nothing to do with the apples. It was just your standard threesome. (Also, why is this listed as LGBT when it's basically a straight couple banging a girl they found? *pet peeve*) The apples are never explained, neither is the woman in the shed - who isn't a common worker, and who tastes like the apples/has the same effect on the girl. Maybe she owns the orchard? We never find out.
Honestly, the whole story, I wanted the girl to use the apples directly in the sex. But all she ever did was eat them. Like, why not take the magic sex apple thing further and use the apple juices as lube or slice off a piece to act as a toy. Haha. Like come on. You could have taken this to really interesting places, instead of just devolving into the same boring vanilla threesome anyone else could write, sans apples.
(NOTE: I do NOT read much erotica. At all. Like ever. I was basically just intrigued by the sexy apple premise and felt kinda let down that the premise didn't deliver much.)