Snow White's Secret: Fantasy

The shine was gone from the apple before her hand had lifted it to her lips, but by that time she wasn't even looking at it. Her eyes were locked on the beautiful sapphire eyes of the smiling witch who'd helped the apple out to her and bade her to taste it, with a lovely smile curling the edges of the long lips. She knew what those lips would feel like, knew it intimately, in a way that no other could--not if what the witch said was true, and her love was for her alone. She knew the witch was deep and true in love with her, and so she did not notice that the apple tasted a bit mealy, that the skin gave slightly beneath her fingers, and that the worm--

Inspiration: A weird combination of the last freewriting exercise I did--Barely Legal Lesbian Space Vampires--and the titles of Kool Keith songs on the more than a little icky and disgusting "Sex Style" album (highlights include "Lick my Ass" and "Stuck on Pussy Drive").
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Love betrayed, tied in with the whole difficulty-of-being-lesbian thing, retelling of Snow White or at least inspired thereby.