Bend her over at the waist and lick her nice smooth peach, Listen to her whimper as your tongue begins to breachHer folds of flesh so hot and slick you’ve been dying for a taste, Sweet like melted chocolate but don’t eat the treat in haste.Tease her slowly, make her moan, and savour every drop until with aching, crazy lust she begs you, “Please don’t stop!"Eat her swollen pussy until her legs begin to shake, Until her fin...

I am thinking About chocolate dip Smeared and licked From my tits I am thinking About chocolate on my tummy After tasting my breasts It's all rather yummy I am thinking about Choccy sauce on my clit Smearing my pussy Licking it Tasting my pussy Chocolate divine Like a chardonnay Or glass of red wine Or some scrumpy Makes one kinda humpy I really have no urging I am a Virgin.

I woke early after a restless night and I ran. Sunday runs are usually 5k, more if I need to process something, like a problem at work or the smoking ruin of my marriage. I ran close to 10k that day. As my feet pounded the pavement mindlessly, I mentally played conversations I would have with Matthew. My imagined version of Matthew agreed with every one of my explanations. In the end it was just mental masturbation. I ret...

Let me cover you in chocolate.Let me lick your body clean.Let me use it as a lubricant,for something quite obscene.Let me smear it on your naughty bits.Let me cover each delight.Let me stand back and admire,my sweet artwork. What a sight.Let me use my tongue to lap it.Let me use my tongue to taste.Let me nibble every morsel,making sure there is no waste.Let me taste it from between your thighs.Let me mix it with your cum....

Chocolate, I thought as I headed home on my bicycle. I was craving chocolate, something that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, it was the only thing I was craving, but there was something else now too. An orgasm.I was a virgin, but I’d learned the pleasures of masturbation long ago. With my eighteen years, I’ve had experience with orgasms for.. two years. That would be about right. At times I pleased myself daily, or multiple tim...

This was the longest day of at least the last month. If something could be annoying, not necessarily wrong, it was. Always something that needed a little more attention or a tweak here or there. Let's just say I was glad to be heading home where I could relax with a drink and my comfy pajamas. I park my car in the driveway and enter the house. On my way upstairs I start to shed my work clothes. My jacket gets hung up on t...

Fifteen minutes. My bedside clock counts down faster than I want it to. Was it too late to cancel? Probably. You want this, I tell myself. No, you need this. I pull up my black stocking tights. I clip my ruby red hair behind my head, and look in the mirror. My eye catches on the photo from last summer. Seth and I smile at the camera, my head trying to duck out, camera-shy. Strange to believe it was only a year ago. Was th...

I was making coffee in the kitchen when I heard you say, “Damn it.” I laughed and shook my head, “What’s wrong?” You came into the kitchen, snatching the cup of coffee I had made for you out of my hand. “We were supposed to go out today. The picnic I had planned? Well in case you didn’t know: it’s raining. So no picnic. Instead we’re stuck here.” I opened the fridge to put the half-and-half away and caught sight of the ch...

It was a delicate balance, the temperature and texture of the chocolate I was preparing to pour over his cock. It wasn’t really something I was prepared to get wrong, so I worked carefully, meticulously. Of course I had to test and taste it often, but one has to make sacrifices for true art. I gently warmed the thick cream in a double boiler with a stick of cinnamon, carefully avoiding bringing it to the boil. The chips o...

The old farmhouse was perfectly set in the lush mountains of Magoebaskloof, one of South Africa’s special jewels. The tropical scenery there is exquisite and the house we rented was an isolated old dame. It had no electricity so we cooked on an old coal stove and water was heated via a fire-lit 'donkey' that we had to light half an hour before we needed to bath in a huge, old-fashioned tub. Best of all was the huge firepl...