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Chocolat

By: CanisMajor



Amelia was an interesting girl. Though we've long since gone our separate ways and fallen out of contact, I can't help but remember our time together.

The younger sister of a friend of mine, I first met Amelia during college when she was still 18, but not far off 19. I, on the other hand, was several years into my 20s. Her brother, Joe, introduced us when she was having issues with her computer. Joe knew I was good with computers and asked me to take a look at things. After that night, our paths crossed periodically, and one night we met up in the dining hall. I typically take a walk in the evening and invited her to join me. One night turned into several nights as we became good friends and then quite a bit more. Amelia was also overweight when I first met her. Not significantly, mind you -- "husky" probably describes it best.

One thing about Amelia that caught my attention relatively quickly is her hair. She kept it long. Very long. I mean beyond her waist long. But she cared for it very well, keeping it quite healthy. And she wore it in all kinds of different styles, sometimes wearing it up, but tending to wear it somewhat down, but rarely just loose.

Over the course of the next couple months, we took a walk probably every night, taking the time to talk about everything from classes and current events to the quirks and traits of our roommates that piss us off. This pretty much was our dating routine for quite a while, and it suited us quite well and allowed us to fall deeply in love with each other. I didn't try to impress her in any way significant. All I did was just listen to her.

Now while we enjoyed walks virtually every night, we eventually did start incorporating other activities into our relationship. We went out to eat on occasion rather than meet up in the dining hall, watched movies on occasion, and met up in the college's game room, among other things. Sex wasn't a part of our relationship as Amelia was a virgin. Wait, no, virgin does not describe it. She was completely untouched -- never been kissed until we had our first together, never even been on a date with a guy, as innocent as you can imagine.

I was also a virgin at the time, but not completely untouched like Amelia. And given the way things in our relationship had evolved up to that point, I didn't want to push things in any particular direction. So otherwise we kept walking, talking and enjoying each other's company.

On a Saturday night several months into our relationship, we met up at the dining hall for dinner as was typical and tried to come up with an idea of what to do that night. Amelia had a particular movie in mind to rent, so we walked to the grocery store in town and rented Chocolat along with another movie whose title I cannot recall.

While there, "I have an idea," I said. Amelia perked up and gave me her attention. "Let's get some Chocolate as well."

She loved the idea and we bought a couple bags of Chocolate -- when you're with a woman and Chocolate becomes part of the discussion, you don't go small. Thankfully the night was cool, otherwise the Chocolate we bought would not have lasted very long along the mile-long walk back to campus. My roommate was also gone for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves.

We watched the other movie before watching Chocolat. During Chocolat we decided to indulge in the Chocolate, feeding it to each other as we lay under a blanket as the movie played. I'm still not entirely sure how things progressed from there. Perhaps it was the close intimacy of laying together on the couch combined with the Chocolate in both our systems. I couldn't really say.

After the movie finished, I got up and took it from the DVD player and sat back down on the couch. Though the time was in the bottom half of the 1am hour, I was still wide awake -- possibly because of the Chocolate and soda we had been consuming for much of the night.

I couldn't tell if Amelia was just as awake as me as she had migrated to the corner of the couch, almost cowering into the shadow. Partly covering her face, I could still tell she had an embarrassed smile on her face. Through our relationship I had turned Amelia's face very noticeably red multiple times, yet this seemed to be one of the rare occasions she turned her face red on her own. Multiple times I asked her to tell me what was on her mind, and almost every time she refused, eventually giving in, "I wonder what you look like without your shirt."

I couldn't help but smile and silently wonder what she had in mind, "You want to find out?"

She dropped her hands to her lap and looked at me intently. "You're serious?"

"Completely."

I started to take my shirt off when she raised her hand to me, "No." She sat herself up. "I want to do it." She stood up and walked over in front of me, extending her hands, "Stand up."

"This should be interesting." I took hold of her hands as she helped me stand from the couch. I placed my arms above my head as she slowly lifted the shirt up and off my body, tossing it to the couch behind me. Her hands felt chilled as she ran them around my chest and abdomen. The smile on her face could easily have spanned ear to ear, but her face I think could not have gotten any more red.

It seemed obvious but I asked it anyway, "Enjoying yourself?"

Amelia looked up at me, looking into my eyes. I could only speculate as to what was running through her head. I leaned down and touched her lips with mine. When our lips parted company, I couldn't help but smile as well, which prompted Amelia to inquire, "What's on your mind?"

I, at least, didn't resist in answering, "Might I see what you look like without your shirt?"

"Sure," she seemed very matter-of-fact.

Amelia lifted her arms over her head as I pulled the shirt up and off her body and tossed it to a chair behind her. Bound within the black bra, I saw her cleavage for the first time. She was typically modest, so I never saw any of her chest until that moment. I could also see for the first time just how all of our walking allowed her to slim down. Amelia had shrunk into a wonderfully slim figure, yet not skinny, and while her tummy wasn't exactly flat, it was quite close to being so.

I just had to get my arms wrapped around her. I needed to feel her bare skin against mine. I turned her around and I pulled her in close, gliding my hands around her bare skin. How can I describe how it felt? My instincts seemed to take over. I just wanted to feel every inch of her body, glide my hands over all of her.

"Things still seem a little one-sided," I remarked. "Can we get this bra off of you?"

Amelia turned around and looked up at me, hesitating a moment before answering, "Okay you can get my bra off me." I had no idea she would be this uninhibited. Perhaps it was due to the Chocolate, or maybe something a little deeper.

Reaching behind her I wrapped both my arms around her to go for the hooks when she reached for my left arm and pulled it down to her side. "Only one hand."

I looked into her eyes, "You know I've never done this before, at all, right?"

She was insistent, "One hand only."

I leaned in further to get a better glance over her shoulder to see if I could get a view of the hooks. She nudged me back so I was looking her again in the eye. "Without looking," she further insisted.

"You're not going to make this easy," I more declared than inquired.

"And why should I?"

I didn't have a response. I just looked down at her as she looked up at me. Was she enjoying the challenge as much as I was looking forward to just getting the bra off her? And with just one swift motion, not even really thinking much about it, the hooks came loose. I turned her around and slid the straps loose and pushed the bra down her arms.

Almost by instinct I cupped her bare breasts in my hands. Amelia took a deep breath in and brought her arms over her head and behind mine, raising her tits up more, making them feel firm. As she exhaled she let an inquiry ride her breath, "And what made you think to do that?"

I combed my fingers around her firming nipples. My voice hovered between a whisper and a statement, "Nothing in particular." I took a deep breath. I could swear I was feeling sparks shoot between our bodies. "I'm kind of running on auto pilot here." And that autopilot was leading my hands all around the front of her body -- her stomach to her breasts, all across her young and firm skin.

"And where does that want to take you?"

Moving back slowly toward the couch, I kept an arm around Amelia's waist. I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs wide so Amelia could sit on the couch right in front of me. I wrapped my arms around her again, holding her close, feeling her completely bare upper body against my skin. Energy and electricity seemed to build up within me. I had to lean over her shoulder and kiss her lips otherwise I was certain I would explode.

But touching her lips with mine didn't release any of the tension. It only served to increase it. Kissing her so our tongues could play didn't help either. I needed more of her if I was to survive the night, or so I could swear.

Almost by instinct my hands went down from her chest and across her stomach. Sharp and short breaths left her nostrils and graced my cheek, becoming more sharp the lower I went. My hands crossed from skin to denim and immediately met resistance when she, likely by instinct, grabbed my wrists and held my hands steady. She broke her lips free and whispered, "Are you sure you want to walk that path?"

Part of me was confused by that question as it seemed incomplete. Was she willing to walk that path so long as I was willing to do so, or was she wanting any degree of hesitation on my part to justify not going any further? Given how things had gone so far, I felt I needed to go further still. "Do you?"

"I'm not sure."

Amelia loosened her grip on my hands but didn't completely let go. She spread her legs more, her jeans becoming tighter against her crotch as I slid my hands slowly down further and across her pussy. Her breathing went sharp as she took a deep breath in, letting her words ride a breath out, "Oh my God".

"Talk to me," I whispered.

"It just feels different," she replied, "something I've never felt before."

I unbuttoned her jeans. Amelia reacted with a sudden breath similar to when I first touched her crotch, only shorter and more sharp. At a slow pace I pushed the zipper down. I glided my hands across her crotch, then up across her tummy. She tried to get some semblance of normality to her breathing. Cupping my hands around her breasts cast any normality in her breathing out the window. Catching her nipples in my fingers forced her to grab onto my thighs.

I slid my hand between her jeans and panties. The heat radiating from her pussy through her panties could have seared my hand were it not for the juices her panties had soaked in. The grip on my thighs grew tighter as I fished around her pussy. Through her panties I could make out the contours of her pussy, finding where her lips came together and following that to find her clit. Amelia could have torn flesh from my legs.

She pulled my hand from her jeans. She stood up from the couch, facing away from me, and pushed her jeans off her hips. While she was bent over, I stood behind her and reached out and reached my fingers to her sides and under the waist of her panties. She came up straight virtually immediately, grabbing my hands and looking back over her shoulder toward me. I pulled closer to her and stood behind her, my hands still on her waist. She didn't take her eyes off me.

"Are you sure?" she whispered.

I lowered my head down to her hear, whispering "It's your call. How far do you want to take this?"

Amelia let go of my hands. I slid her panties from her hips to the jeans still suspended on her thighs. She didn't attempt to stop me as I lowered myself down, sliding her jeans and panties down to her knees, then past to her ankles. I looked up and saw her looking down at me. I stood up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. Her breathing was short, yet simultaneously seeming labored.

"Talk to me," I whispered.

"I'm fine," she whispered back. Was she?

She bent over to make it easier to dig her feet from her jeans and panties, taking the socks she was wearing with them. She kicked her jeans out of the way as she stood up in front of me, her back toward me. Amelia at first seemed non-chalant in her nudity as she took a moment to adjust her long hair. I wanted to reach out and pull her naked body in to mine, but I stayed steady, wanting her to be in charge of this.

Amelia turned around and faced me, the first time I'd seen a woman full-frontal nude in person. If I owned a camera at the time, I know my first desire would likely have been to grab it and take photos. Instead all I could do was take as many mental photographs as possible. She reached behind her head and adjusted her long hair, her large breasts bouncing and shifting slightly as she worked. Seeing her slimmer figure, it was definitely clear she shrank over the few months we'd been together.

Her hair in reasonable order, she put her hands on her hips and looked up at me. "It's a little chilly in here." Standing naked in the room and that's all she could think to say?

"How do you feel?" I inquired.

Amelia looked up at me, then pushed me down onto the couch. She leaned in at first, then pulled herself down onto my lap, straddling over me and looking down into my eyes. I looked up in her eyes, then down at her chest as her breasts hung loose, swinging a little in front of my face. Looking back up at her face, she pushed her lips to mine, moaning slightly against my lips before pushing herself up and sitting back on my lap.

She truly had gained a remarkable figure from all the walking that came not only as part of our daily lives as college students walking to class, but the nightly walks we took together. For a few moments all we could do was just stare at each other. She could no doubt feel the erection strained within my pants as she was sitting practically on top of it. I completely forgot I had grown so hard until her weight resting on it provided the reminder.

Amelia kind of slid off my lap and onto her feet, standing up straight. I slid forward to the edge of the couch and, grabbing onto her hips, swiftly turned her around ("What the?" she cried) and pulled her back down to my lap, scooting back enough that she was at least sitting on the couch, her back against my chest again. My arms wrapped around her, I slid my hands down to her crotch.

One touch to her pussy and her body seemed to melt and become rigid simultaneously as she seemed to need to brace herself with her hands clasping onto my thighs. Pushing my fingers through her bush seemed almost like... how to put this... fondling wet grass as her hairs had become a bit matted and tangled from soaking in what her pussy was making. I spared no hand for her breasts, instead using both hands to massage her pussy and glance across her clit.

What I would have given to see what this looked like from the front... a mirror in the right place was all I would've required. Even now as I sit here reminiscing about that night, telling you the tale, I can almost picture how it must have appeared. Amelia's head leaned back against my shoulder as my chin rested gently on hers, her neck exposed and almost demanding attention while my hands were between her legs, fondling and massaging her hairy pussy. Her breasts stood out in the cool air of the room demanding attention as well.

She seemed to do her best to keep her moaning somewhat low, though any attention to modesty lost its warrant when she first allowed me to touch her pussy. Her pussy coated my hands with its silky liquids and I could feel the tension building in her body as she pressed back against me. Much more was not required before she could no longer hold back on her moans and her pussy seemed to coat my hands even more. She pushed her weight back against me, forcing me to struggle to stay sitting up against her, but that struggle was lost as she pushed both of us back into the couch, forcing my hands away from her crotch while she lay back against me breathing like she'd just finished a sprint, occasionally exhaling epithets along with breaths.

After a moment's rest, I helped her move off of me and next to me on the couch before standing up. Amelia shifted herself so she was sprawled out upon the entire couch, then turned only slightly to her side, just enough that she could look up at me with a wide grin on her lips. "Are you going to take them off?" She sat up on the couch, "Or should I do it?"

I could only look down at her. "Which would you prefer?"

She shifted herself toward the edge of the couch, then reached out for my belt. In a moment she had it unhitched, within a couple seconds after my jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, and a couple seconds later my jeans and underwear were at my ankles. I dug my feet from my jeans, leaving me standing in all my naked, fully-erect glory. Like a curious teenager, Amelia wrapped her fingers around it, pumping it a couple times with her hand, seeming to almost study it and explore it, as if there was some truth she could learn from it.

Looking down at her as she explored my dick, I tried my best to keep from blowing all over her face, but that being my first sexual experience, the first time a woman had touched my dick, it was a little bit of a difficult feat. After a few moments of this, Amelia laid back down onto the couch, sprawling herself out a little, but leaving her legs spread and her pussy visible. I crawled onto the couch on top of her, looking into her eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" I whispered. "Are you ready?"

She whispered back, "About as ready as I can be. You?"

I kissed her lips as I reached down to my cock, gliding it between her pussy's very wet lips. The moment I entered she broke the kiss and started inhaling deeply as I pushed into her. "Talk to me," I whispered.

She took a couple breaths before whispering, "I'm good. And you?"

I felt about like I was going to blow my load right there, and some first sex that would've been. Naturally I wasn't going to tell her that, instead opting for the simple. I whispered to her, "I'm good."

We kissed. There's not really any other way to describe it except as an interlude for us to grow used to our bodies being together in that way. After all it was a new experience, and there was no need to rush it. Plus I needed to give my cock a chance to accustom itself to the wet warmth of her pussy otherwise it wouldn't have taken much before I was going to cum.

But as we kissed, naturally our bodies started to move against each other. Just reflex, I guess. I was pushing deep into her as her body moved against mine in response, her legs wanting to wrap around me. It wasn't like you see in porn where the guy starts furiously fucking the girl's pussy as soon as he's inside her. No we just took a couple moments to relax and enjoy the new sensations.

But even reflexive moving has consequences. No, I didn't blow my load right away, but Amelia could hardly keep herself from holding back. That little bit of moving, that slightly deeper penetration, caused her to moan progressively louder against my lips until she broke away and moaned even louder. Her pussy gripped my cock tighter as well, making me wonder if I was going to cum with her that moment. Amelia's first orgasm with me inside her couldn't really be called body-shattering, but she couldn't help wanting to kiss me with more fervor than before once it passed.

And looking into her eyes as she came... priceless.

Naturally this made me want to go further still, pretty much by instinct. Not a lot happened. I wouldn't call it sex about which to be excited. I did what I felt came natural to me, and we eventually came together with our lips locked to each other, muffling the moans that wanted to escape into the room. When our mutual orgasms passed, we were left somewhat stunned and a little out of breath.


Chocolat



I loitered inside her for a moment as we whispered to each other, asking how it was for the other and other questions like that. And though I came inside her, she didn't get at all angry, rather relishing the feeling it provided. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant either as she had been on the patch for a while for medical reasons. No pain or blood either from her, contrary to much of what has been written about virgin girls.

No regrets, no worries. Just a young couple in love enjoying the aftermath of discovering a new way to express that love. It was soft, smooth sex. Sex that is like gourmet Chocolate.

Though Amelia and I have long since parted company and gone our separate ways, that was a night I know I'll never forget. Fleeting thoughts of it rush back to me whenever I see Chocolat on the shelf or buy a bag of Chocolate. How can it not? And I hope I never forget that night



Chocolate



This is my first story here on this site and I'm hoping not my last :) I've always wanted to write stories but I could never force them out, and now all of a sudden I just felt like writing. So I did and this is what came..... I have no idea whatsoever where this story will take me but I hope whoever reads it will be along with me on the ride. It's very scary letting other people read what comes from my mind, I fear the criticism but then again I want as much as I can get so I can improve! If you think I should keep continuing this PLEASE comment and fav! It would mean so, so much to me. I hope you enjoy what little I've written so far. –HayloKitteh

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I looked up at the white house. Never in my life had I had the luxury of living in such a place. The two story cottage may look like a normal house to anyone else, but to me it was like a sanctuary. I treasured every minute I got to spend in it. My favorite part was the porch that wrapped around the whole bottom floor. It was completely covered in beautiful potted flowers and herbs, only making the house more inviting with its intoxicating aroma. I could imagine myself as a child playing with the antique doll houses that were scattered throughout. Running about with other children from the neighborhood on the front lawn...

The smell of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies snapped me back to reality. Every time I came to visit Annabelle I found myself standing outside staring at the beauty of the house. I absentmindedly threw the thought of ever living in such a house out of my mind and made my way up the mossy stone pathway to the front porch stairs. The first step creaked, like always, and I knew Annabelle would hear it as she does every time. I stopped after the last step and took one long wift of the cookies before the door was opened in front of me.

"Oh Honey! Why do you always stay outside in the cold so long when you visit me?" Annabelle let out in one exhausted breath. She was a fairly tall woman for her age of 73, but then again everything else about her was anything but normal. Her shoulder length straight hair had the oddest pink hue to it, even though pictures from her past show she was a brunette. Her eyes, the color of the brightest lavender, shined brighter than any eyes I had ever seen. She gestured for me to come inside, "Come on, I made your favorite cookies and I know you're hungry."

She was right about that, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning when the maid at my hotel let me have the leftovers from someone elses room. It's been so long since I was able to not worry about what my next meal would be. Now I just take whatever I can get, even if I don't like it I know it may be the last thing i eat for a couple days. I only get to visit Annabelle once a month and when I do I know I'm going to be fed well. 

I felt my mouth curve into a small smile. The thought that someone actually cared about me would never really settle right with my mind but the few times that it did it made me feel unimaginably happy. I didn't think Annabelle would want me to break down and start weeping in front of her so I withheld my emotions and followed her to the kitchen.

As soon as you enter her house there is a staircase and a long hallway to the left of it that led to the kitchen at the end. I glanced at the the many photos and memorabilia that cluttered the walls and tables as I always did. I hoped that one day I could be in those photos, not just in her house but in my own house with my own family.

I sighed, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so rude but I just get so lost in my thoughts sometimes."

We reached the kitchen and she put a pair of oven mitts on and opened the oven, pulling out a dish with mini quiches in it and a dish with the cookies. My mouth started watering ravenously, watching her set them on the island. I looked over at the kitchen table to a basket full of the freshest looking fruits. Apples, tangerines, peaches and pears, all of which I love.

"Go on, dig in sweety. I went to the store earlier this morning just to pick those out for you." I turned back to look at her, she had the widest grin on her face.

I smiled back, "Thank you Annabelle, I know I say this everytime but I don't know what I'd do without you here." The smell of the quiches were teasing my nose, so I reached over grabbing one and popping it into my mouth. It tasted like pure heaven and the warmth did wonders to my trembling body.

A steaming cup of hot cocoa was pushed in front of me on the counter. "Oh yes! I almost forgot the sandwiches!" She ran, as fast as she could for an old woman, towards the refrigerator yanking the door open revealing what looked like the fridge of a farmer. It was full of eggs, different cheeses and every fruit or vegetable I could think of. My mind wandered off with all of the many things I could make with it all. I used to love cooking, especially when it came to dessert I was always the one making it. Every person who tried my food loved it, so much that with each bite the slightest moan would escape their lips. Thinking about how life used to be brought an overwhelming wave of sadness over me. I knew things would probably never go back to the way they were, but I couldn't help but hope.

"Why such a sad face sweety? You know frowning is not very good for you beautiful face. You should keep smiling it lightens up your face. Unless you want to look like an old witch like me." She chuckled at her own words and handed me a little triangle sandwich. "Go sit down, please you're driving me insane standing there."

The chair felt warm compared to how cold I was from just being outside. I took my bag from across my shoulders and laid it on the chair next to me then reached for an apple. Annabelle raised her hand to wiggle her wrinkly little finger at me. "Ah! Eat the non-sweet stuff first honey while it's still hot." She always treated me this way, as if I were her 10 year old daughter, but I kind of liked it. She was like a mother to me in a way.

I stuffed the food little by little into my mouth trying to savor every flavor but finding it hard with my stomach growling at me to eat faster. Annabelle sat across the table staring at me smiling while stirring her coffee. I knew I probably looked like a total slob but i didn't care, especially around her. She knew what I went through and she saw this side of me once every month. I only tried my best not to make a complete mess of her table.

"How has the hotel been treating you?" she asked staring down at her crossed hands on the table.

"Great! The maids are really nice to me. One of them, Alicia, she sneaks me the leftovers from this rich couple down the hall. I don't know why but they've been staying there for about a month now." I said excitedly with a mouth full of food.

"What exactly do you do for fun anyways?" I chewed a little slower and looked up at her curious face. She's never been so curious to find out much of what I do. I figured she was just being polite so it never really bothered me. But it seemed like she was getting to something.

I swallowed a mouthful before answering her question, "Well, I usually go to the library in town and spend most of my days reading. I've always loved the feel of a library. Plus they serve free coffee! That's always great." Why was I talking so much? I always try to keep my responses short with anyone. She just shook her head and muttered what sounded like a "Mhmm" so i kept eating. 

I ate all of the quiches, cookies and sandwiches while the silence lingered on between us for a few more minutes. I was reaching for the apple I had earlier when she spoke again.

"I was wondering, Arianna, if you would like to stay with me for a couple of weeks?" I froze. Had she really just asked me that? I never in a million years expected her to say that. She always told me I couldn't stay with her because of her husband. He was a grumpy old man who sat around and chain smoked his days away. He was the one who said I wasn't allowed to live with them. For what reason, I don't know. However, it was always made clear by the way he'd grip the arm of his recliner and by the tone of his voice that he had a deep hatred for me. I just assumed Annabelle didn't want to upset her husband so I never pondered on the idea of her ever coming around and letting me stay here.

I looked up searching her face for any emotion, but all I got back was a blank stare. "But...I..."

"Don't worry about Eugene. He has been in the hospital for 2 weeks now. The doctor says hes got cancer." She let out a long sigh, "I knew the day would come that all of the smoking he does would come back and smack him in the face, but it still was a surprise when we found out." She glanced back at her hands forming her lips into a slight frown.

"I....I'm sorry Annabelle. If I had known I..."

"No, no, no. No excuses. None of this had anything to do with you. Eugene was always a rotten old man to you, he doesn't deserve any type of sincerity from you." Her eyes widened and for the first time I noticed the dark circles surrounding them. Why hadn't I seen them earlier? "I know that hotel has to be a cold place to sleep, honey. I would very, very much like it if you would stay here with me while Eugene is in the hospital. I know he may not make it back home but even if he does I want you here in the safety of my house at least until he gets better." I could tell she knew as well is i did that he wouldn't be coming back home.

For the last year, ever since I first met Annabelle, she paid for me to stay in the hotel that i live in. She said it was the least she could do since her husband didn't want me at their house. It was hard to accept someone else paying so much for me but I had no other choice at the time. So I took it and I am glad that I did. Annabelle has lit up my world, even if only for once a month while her husband was off on fishing trips. Now that the love of her life was in the hospital, I knew that she would be lonely in her big house. Mostly I longed for this to be my house also.

I smiled widely up at her, "Of course I will stay with you. I appreciate everything you do for me and one day I will pay you back for everything."

"Oh nonsense! From now on what's mine is yours! Don't you dare even try and pay me back, I won't accept it." She got up shaking her head, "Now follow me, I put together the old guest room for you. I hope you like it!" She pranced towards the stairs like a teenage girl who just had their first kiss, as if I even knew.

I giggled to myself and got up prancing after her and up the dimly lit stairwell.

The room was absolutely amazing. The walls were an off-white with little pink flowers and the canopy drapes of the queen sized bed matched the flowers perfectly. There was an adjoining bathroom to the left of the room and to the right a closet that could fit a small car in it. Annabelle left me alone to settle in, telling me she'd deal with cancelling the hotel room. I'd have to go get the rest of my things tomorrow, but for tonight she wouldn't let me go back out. She also said I could wear any of the clothes I found in the closet, which turned out to be quite a lot. I made my way to one of the large windows that were on either side of the huge bed and sat in its window seat. The sun was just dropping behind the tall trees in the distance casting an eerie yet beautiful glow throughout my new room.

I sighed, hoping with all of the hope I had left in me that maybe, just maybe this would be the beginning of something good. 



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Chocolate.

Chocolate and a million other sweet smells made their way to me when i reached the front gate of Mrs. Anne's house. The smells coursed through my blood and almost had me on my knees. I grabbed the fencing to hold myself up and kicked the gate open gently with my left foot. I tried putting the irresistible smell to the back of my mind but its sweetness stayed lingering around me. I leaned against the front door and knocked lightly enough so that Mrs. Anne could hear, then waited until i heard her heartbeat get louder and stood up straight. 

When she opened the door it took everything I had to keep from running to the source of the smell. I felt myself swoon slightly. What the hell was wrong with me?

I could feel her heart speed up and her mood change from calm to worry, "Oh Nolan, dear. Are you okay?" She reached out and placed her hand on my shoulder. The warmth of her hand helped me come back to reality a bit.

"Yes, I'm fine," I tried giving her a smile but I knew it must have came out looking fake, "I must have just eaten something bad."

"Well you know I have just the tea to calm that stomach of yours. Come on in and I'll get your usual flowers and some tea." She started turning to walk away.

"No!.....I mean no thank you. Thank you for offering but I really must get back home." I couldn't stay around much longer before I lost all control. I hoped she'd let me go without questions. I gripped my stomach making it look more realistic.

"If you say so, honey. Let me just get your flowers." She walked away fast and returned shortly with a hand-weaved basket full of blood red flowers. I grabbed one quickly shoving it to my nose trying to breathe in its scent instead of the one that was slowly killing me. Mrs. Anne smiled and handed the basket over to me. "I hope you enjoy those sweety, I'll have another batch ready for you next week."

"Thank you so much." I grabbed the basket tightly and turned to make my way back home.

"Be careful! There are some crazy things that come out in the night. wouldn't want any of them to get ya!" She giggled loudly to herself and waved goodbye. If only she knew what was really out there. That I was one of those crazy things that come out at night. I wonder if she'd still be the nice old lady she is to me.

Chocolate invaded my senses again making me grasp the basket tighter. A cough from behind me made me turn my head. 

She was sitting in the window directly above the front door staring down at me. She had the most beautiful hair the color of dark caramel. It flowed down the side of her face and down her back in long waves. Our eyes met each other, teasing one another making it hard to break away. She took in a sharp gasp and her shining hazel eyes looked away from my now glowing blue ones. She closed the curtain blocking her delicate face from my view. 

A sudden feeling of loss encompassed me leaving me swooning yet again. I turned away still seeing luminous hazel flames and walked what seemed like the loneliest walked I've ever had back home.



Chocolate



Shay could not sleep. Chocolate probably wouldn't help matters, she reasoned. Nevertheless, it called to her as she stood in front of the open fridge. She snapped two pieces off, enjoying the chilled air against her hot-night skin. As the first piece began to melt against her tongue, she padded back into the bedroom, letting her eyes wander slowly across the curves of her sleeping lover. Shay swallowed heavily. 

The curtains billowed as a gentle breeze moved through the open window. It brushed at her bare nipples as she gently pulled the cotton sheet down over her lover's tanned thighs. Fair's fair – if she could not sleep then neither would Becky! Shay then knelt at the base of the bed with the remaining chocolate melting between her finger and thumb. She smiled to herself and ever so gently parted Becky's legs by drawing her left knee outwards as she slept soundly on her back. Shay would never bore of the sight of that pussy – it was pure perfection. Plump, bare and pale pink on the outside, it was neat and compact until encouraged to open to a gentle touch. 

Tonight, that encouragement came in the form of a cold, melting piece of chocolate planted firmly between the folds of skin that gave way to Becky's tiny clit. The girl gasped gently in her sleepy state, her pert chest rising as she squirmed at the hips. Becky's tendency to squirm during sex had always amused Shay – she had done it ever since they met in University. It was one of the quirks she loved about her; she was a stunner, but it was her personality that was to die for. Shay snapped back to reality and applied more pressure as the chocolate melted and spread towards her lover's entrance. Her glossy black hair fluttered across Becky's soft thighs in the summer breeze. An amused little hum from the top of the bed let her know her lover was now more conscious than asleep and she whispered teasingly, "Hello sweetheart" before firmly placing her mouth over the chocolate and pressing her tongue against the sweetened swelling clit below. Becky's hips bucked from the bed and she groaned in ecstasy as Shay firmly tucked her arms under and around her thighs, spreading her wide and lapping the chocolate from the perfect pussy. She moved over it with long strokes of her tongue, clit to entrance and back again. The chocolate created friction and heat, resulting in an intense assault of the girl's senses, especially considering she had been asleep only moments ago. 

When Shay had had her fill, she moved her body upwards over her writhing lover's, planting a kiss on Becky's mouth and giving up the chocolate secret. "Devious" Becky whispered as Shay moved downwards once more. She nipped pink nipples, tugged at the belly ring and blew over wet kisses left on bare skin. Becky lifted her knees slightly towards her chest, and Shay decided not to tease her, knowing exactly what her gorgeous girl wanted. She expertly eased her finger into Becky's entrance, curling it in a beckoning motion and almost instantly connecting with her g-spot. She revelled in Becky's reaction, with her usual whimpering and tossing of her head from side to side. The little whimpers sent shocks to Shay's pussy and she felt herself moisten instantly at the idea of Becky loosing control to her own hands. She stroked the girl's tummy with her free hand and made soothing noises, "Relax baby, let it happen", kissing lightly around her open thighs and rounded ass cheeks. 

Becky steadied her breathing and obediently relaxed into Shay's touch, at which point Shay increased the pressure and quickened her stroke. Their lovemaking was relaxed and graceful, and Shay took in the beautiful sight of Becky's writhing body, covered in a light sheen of sweat, before dipping her mouth to bring Becky over the edge once and for all. Her finger continued its stroking as she gently pushed her tongue into the space below Becky's entrance. Becky gasped but then relaxed as Shay ever so slowly prodded between her cheeks, eventually parting them with her free fingers for full access. Shay felt her lover respond pushing against her tongue and groaning with just the right mix of pleasure and discomfort. She then clenched and stiffened, spilling over into an orgasm, locking onto Shay's finger and grabbing at her head as she moaned deeply, collapsing back against the mattress.

Shay breathed in the heady scent of chocolate mixing with Becky's cum before bundling her languid lover into her arms for a cuddle and a kiss. "My good girl" she whispered into Becky's hair; "I love it when you come for me like that". She held the girl close and smiled to herself. She sure had been right – she just knew the chocolate would keep her awake!



Chocolate



"What have you go there babe?" asked James as he sat down on the bed next to her.

"Hot melted chocolate," she said.

James grinned and said "What do you plan on doing with it?"

"Lie back and I'll show you," purred Tina. Once James had laid back on the bed Tina set the plate of steaming chocolate down on the bed and pushed his shirt up his chest dragging her nails up his muscles before slipping his shirt off.

Sticking her fingers into the bowl she covered them with the gooey chocolate, she scooped some up and flicked it onto his chest. He gasped as the hot chocolate made contact with his skin, her fingers massaged the chocolate into his skin spreading it over his body she reached down and trailed her tongue through the melted chocolate she had spread on his chest. He groaned as she lapped up the cooling chocolate with her tongue. 

She grasped his thickening erection through his shorts before quickly grabbing the band and yanking them down with a sharp pull. She coated her hands with the still hot chocolate and grasped his pulsing member and stroked him spreading the chocolate over his hardness. James groaned as the chocolate tingled on his throbbing flesh. 

Tina released him quickly then dove down and lashed her tongue from base to tip collecting the sweet chocolate making him groan harshly as she licked the chocolate from him. He cried out as she engulfed him sucking him clean. 

"Oh God baby, that's so good," groaned James as Tina stroked her tongue along the thick vein standing out from his throbbing shaft.

"Mmmm you taste so good James," purred Tina flicking her tongue over the tip of his pulsing member. James closed his eyes and moaned as the spikes of pleasure rushed through him. He gasped as Tina grasped his ass tightly closing her mouth tightly around him. James was in heaven as Tina slowly drew her tongue and teeth up his straining flesh. A harsh wracking shudder passed through him as she raked her teeth over the tip of him.

James' breathing increased heavily as Tina grasped his ass and spread his cheeks while she drew him to the back of her throat working her jaw muscles around him. His hands bunched into the sheets as the pleasure sent shocks through his tensed body. He cried out as his orgasm blinded him with white hot intensity, he writhed on the bed as Tina sucked him dry.

"Oh fuck, that was so amazing," groaned James as he attempted to regain his strength.

He rolled on to his side and looked at her still dressed, "Why am I lying here naked and you still have all your clothes on?" asked James as he pulled at her bra.

"You can do something about that if you want," purred Tina as she stared at him hotly.

James growled and quickly tore at her bra and panties, he threw the scraps onto the floor and grabbed the hot bowl of chocolate and dug his fingers into the thickening sauce scooping it out. He rubbed the chocolate all over her breasts and down her chest to her navel. Tina arched her back and moaned as the hot sauce tingled against her skin. James leaned down and licked her skin gathering the chocolate. Tina moaned as James sucked on her hard nipples his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Her hands grasped at the bed sheets to ground herself against the pleasure coursing through her body. James looked up at her hotly as he finished cleaning her breasts of the chocolate. "You are so sexy Tina, I can never get enough of you," growled James his wedding ring scraping against her thigh the cold metal sending tingles through her body. There were times where Tina thought she didn't know what she did to deserve such a gorgeous and devoted husband. All her thoughts were broken as James quickly shoved his tongue deep within her. She cried out fisted the sheets more tightly, James lifted his head and said "There's something missing here," 

'Your tongue,' thought Tina as James spread her thighs wider. 

"Ahh I have the perfect thing right here," said James slyly digging a finger into the cooling chocolate and pressed his chocolate covered fingers against her opening. 

"Oh god! James!" cried Tina her hands released from the sheets and buried in his thick brown hair. She dragged him down to her heat, he grinned and lashed his tongue out flicking her throbbing nub. She pushed James' face right into her, he groaned into her while his tongue swept her walls collecting the chocolate. Tina's eyes grew wide as the sensations rocked through her, it was it for her when James bit into one of her throbbing lips. She shrieked and bucked her hips as her released slammed into her.

James grabbed her face and pulled her in for a steamy passionate kiss, his tongue still wet from her juices probed her mouth collecting what was left of his release. Tina groaned leaning into the kiss pushing her tongue against his, James moaned against her lips as her hot seeking tongue probed his mouth. Tina wrapped her legs over his pulling him on top of her she relished the feel of him thickening against her. She dragged her hands and nails down his back making him shudder and moan against her lips. They broke their kiss breathless drawing in much needed air before James surprised Tina and pushed her on her back and quickly sliding into her thrusting his throbbing hardness deep into her hot core. She dug her nails into his arse urging him in deeper, James back arched as the fire of Tina's nails digging into him raced up his spine. "Faster baby," panted Tina digging her nails in deeper. James grunted at the fiery pleasure/pain as it rushed through his body, sweat rolled off his chest to pool between their joined bodies. He thrust into her powerfully grasping her back and pulling her up to him sinking himself deeper into her clenching wetness. Tina groaned at the sensation she tightened her walls around him as he thrust into her. James muttered a curse as the pleasure increased her muscles milked at him while he stroked deep and hard inside her. Tina reached up and grasped his lips in a tight lip lock their tongues dueling with each other Tina met him thrust for thrust. They broke their kiss breathless once again their sweat slicked bodies slid against each other adding to the intense sensations of pleasure coursing through them. Tina wrapped her legs around his more tightly and urged him to go harder her nails digging into his arse tightly as he pounded into her savagely, soon enough the burning tide of their release crested and crashed over them shattering their senses. James collapsed over her panting, exhausted. Tina released her grip on his ass and sighed loving the feeling of James embedded deep inside of her while his muscular chest rested against her. Tingles of pleasure rushed through her as his sweat matted chest hair brushed against her sensitized skin. "Wow that was amazing baby," said James wrapping his arms more securely around her.

"I know we should do something like this every year for our anniversary," panted Tina.

"Why not more often?" asked James smiling.

"Now there's a thought," said Tina wrapping her arms around his back. 



Chocolate



The name on her badge was Bunty, but he knew her colleagues called her Bee. It was a strange name for a girl so young. Every Saturday morning she stood at the chocolate counter in his local supermarket, cutting samples of chocolate fudge into identical little strips for the customers to try, idly twirling her brown hair, scratching at the places where her skin met the navy A-line uniform that drowned her. She wore nothing under it except her bra and knickers, and tights in the winter. He knew that because sometimes it gaped when she reached her gloved hand into the display. Pyramid stacks of handmade Irish chocolates, cubes of home made fudge, ready-wrapped gift boxes. The sweet smell filled his head as he watched her yawn and stretch, ready for another day at work.

Nothing to look at, his best friend Victor had told him, smirking at his ridiculous crush. Her hair was fuzzy rather than curly, as if she had tried to brush out a perm. The lacy tip of her bra poked out of the v-neck of her uniform when she stretched. Metal braces glinted in her mouth. Sometimes she had pimples on her chin. She slouched as if she had not quite grown into her body. But her eyes were dark brown and lined with dark, thick lashes. His gaze was drawn to them again and again. Dark brown, like an espresso. The perfect match for chocolate.

The first time he had enough courage to approach the counter to buy something, she had a bright red badge pinned to her uniform, beside her name. Congratulations! 18 today. He was surprised. She did not look older than sixteen. When she saw him approach, she smiled. Her braces were gone, her teeth straight and white. Her cheeks dimpled and he felt his pulse start to pound in his head.

He nodded at her badge. "Happy birthday," he said, feeling the blood rise in his cheeks.

She smiled again, and cocked her head to one side. "I'm sorry, do I know you? You look awfully familiar."

He shrugged. "Probably just from in here," he said, gesturing around him at the supermarket which was now heaving with Saturday morning shoppers. The piped music was always the same, the noise of toddlers screaming and the low hum of conversation just faded into nothing under the power of her gaze. He felt tongue tied in a way he had not felt since he himself was a teenager. "I'm Ian. Er...I'd like some chocolates, please. In a gift box."

She pulled a plastic glove out of a box and slipped it on her hand. Her nails were painted a bubblegum pink, the varnish already starting to chip. "Twelve or sixteen?" she asked. She had a slight lisp. He saw the pink tip of her tongue dance between her teeth as she spoke, and felt something melt inside his chest.

"Sixteen," he said. "I'll just point, shall I?" As she leaned forward to pick up the chocolates he pointed to, his eyes were drawn to the gape of her neckline. Her skin was smooth and shadowy, the pink lace of her bra peeking out. She moved slowly, as if afraid the carefully arranged pyramids might collapse if she pulled out the wrong brick. When she was done, he watched her tying the small box with an uneven bow, then eyeing it critically, pulling at the loose ribbon and finally using scissors to scrape it into ringlets. He had no idea who he was going to give it to. Just plucking up the courage to speak to her had taken months. He was tired of hanging around the canned meats, buying things he didn't want, just to be in her sight. 

When she was done, she put the box on the counter. "That's a nice selection," she said. "I've marked the price in pencil. You can easily rub it off when you get home."

"Thanks," he said, watching her fingers twisting at her name badge. "Bunty." 

She wrinkled her nose. "Bee," she said. "Like the insect. They collect honey, so they're sweet like me." She grinned, then blushed suddenly as if she'd said too much. She looked so young at that moment. He wondered how his thirty years looked in those magnetic brown eyes.

He looked away from her, suddenly uncomfortable. There was something about her that made him regress back to the gawky, awkward teenager he had once been. "Thanks," he mumbled again, grabbing the box and slipping it into his basket. He walked to the checkouts without looking back.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. The word rattled around inside his head, making his cheeks flame again as he queued at the checkout. The chocolates were expensive. As he walked towards the door, he had an idea. His legs almost stopped moving with the force of it. A woman bashed his ankles with her trolley and he hopped and swore as she pushed past, glaring at him.

Now or never. He weaved back into the shop through the crowds at the checkouts. She was staring into space, a ringlet of hair twined around her index finger. Gritting his teeth, he put all thoughts from his mind and walked towards her. She did not notice him until he was right in front of the counter.

"Oh, hello again," she said, blinking. "Did you forget something?"

He put the box of chocolates on the counter and slid them towards her. "Happy birthday," he said. "Look...would you like to go out with me sometime?"

= = = = =

Staring into the mirror, he straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair. He did not normally dress up for a date, but this one seemed special somehow. He smoothed his designer shirt, adjusted his belt. He wanted to look perfect for her, just as she always looked for him.

He still could barely believe that she had said yes. He had replayed the scene in his head for days, the pleasure on her face when she opened the box. The white praline chocolate she had chosen was thick and square, and she bit off a corner, smiling briefly before closing her eyes with a sigh. He imagined the sweetness spreading across her tongue, and smiled, glad he had brought her at least a small pleasure.

She was punctual, 7.30pm on the dot, just as she had said. She had picked up a few extra hours of work that afternoon, just after school. When he saw her, his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing her school uniform, the pleated skirt rolled up to mid-thigh, her knees purple and blotchy with the cold, her grey socks wrinkled around her ankles. The wind lifted her skirt outwards and the image made him think of a cocktail umbrella. She was hugging her blazer tight around her body as he pulled up beside her.

"You look nice," she said, getting into the car. "Wow, is this a Jag?"

He nodded. "Company car, you could say. My father owns it. The company, I mean. And the Jag." His mouth was dry. The back of his hand brushed against her knee as he changed gears, and he shivered.

"Cool," she said. "I hope you don't mind if I get changed before we go to the restaurant. I didn't have time to change after school."

"Not at all," he said. She did not live far away. He declined her invitation to go into the house, in case her parents were around. She did not take long. As she climbed back into the car, she slipped off her coat, warming her hands at the heater. His eyes travelled over her body as if they were hungry for the sight. The black dress she was wearing clung to a small waist that her ugly work uniform had hidden. The straps were sliding off her shoulders already. It looked as if it didn't quite fit. Her eyeliner had smudged and her lips shone with gloss.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice almost losing its sound. 

"Oh, go on," she said, swatting him on the arm and laughing. But she looked pleased, and he smiled to himself as he drove to the restaurant. 

They ate by candlelight in an expensive Chinese place beside the river, looking out at the red lanterns reflecting in the dark mirror of the water. He listened to her sibilant s's, and watched her tongue as she talked. She told him that her mother had named her Bunty after a comic she had loved as a girl. "I thought that was kind of nice, even though it's the sort of name you'd give a poodle. Then she showed me some of the comics she'd kept- they were rubbish! I was hoping for at least a superhero." She struck a superman pose, then knocked her wine onto the floor with an "oops" and a giggle so cute it almost turned him into a puddle. 

After the meal, he drove her home. She played with the sound system in the car, finally setting it on a pop music station he never listened to and humming along to the music. She ran her fingertips over the charcoal leather seats and sighed. "This car is so amazing," she said, smiling as he pulled over to the side of the road near her house. "The way it's so silent. It almost purrs, like a real jaguar."

He took off his seatbelt and turned to look at her. The strap of her dress had slid off her shoulder again, and he pushed it slowly back into position. "You are so amazing," he said, echoing her words. He stroked her bare skin with his thumb, his hand resting on her shoulder. "I had a wonderful time tonight, with you."

She smiled. "Yeah, it was a good restaurant. And..." Her cheeks coloured slightly. "The company wasn't too bad either."

He stared at her for a second. His hand left her shoulder, brushing over the skin on her neck until he grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her face towards his. He felt her hand fall on his knee as she leant forward into the kiss. Her lips were soft and sticky with gloss that tasted faintly of banana. When the tip of his tongue met hers, a soft groan escaped his throat. He felt the blood leaving his brain and flowing south in a tingling rush of arousal that left him breathless. She was everything he had dreamed of. Her hand slid up his thigh, coming to rest against the hot, straining crotch of his trousers, where her fingers traced the line of his zipper.

Just as his hand smoothed over the material covering her breast, she broke the kiss, glancing over at her house. He looked at her dumbly, almost blind with lust. "I have to go," she said, checking her watch. "I have to finish some homework." She shrugged and offered him a slight smile.

He swallowed. "When will I see you again?" 

She cocked her head to one side. "Well," she said. "Tomorrow's Friday, so that's when I usually go to my sister's to stay. Saturday is girl's night...so Sunday maybe?"

"Sunday," he repeated faintly. It seemed so far away.

"Sunday," she said again. She kissed him on the cheek and was gone in a blast of freezing air. He watched her walk to her door, pulling her coat on and hugging it against her. As she pulled her key from her handbag, she turned and waved. He lifted a hand in response, but she was already inside.

= = = = =

He flopped into bed, yawning. Beaten at squash for the first time ever. It had been a long, exhausting game. Then a couple of cocktails at the sports club bar, with some of his old friends and the newly triumphant Victor, who had not accepted sexual frustration as a valid excuse for failure. The conversation had quickly turned to a million questions about Bee.

"Our Ian has found himself a schoolgirl," Victor said, slapping him on the back so hard he sloshed his drink all over his suit. "The dirty old pervert!"

"I'm hardly old," he said, licking the dribble of margarita off the salty glass.

"You are to her, mate." Victor shook his head. "She's after your money, I'm telling you." He poked him in the chest. " Anyway, who wants to go out with an eighteen year old? They know fuck all about fuck all. What do you even talk about?"

He thought about the couple of phone calls he'd received from Bee that day. She was studying for a physics test, and had just bought a new pair of shoes that did not fit, and would have to be taken back to the shop. Victor saw his face and laughed again. "I suppose it's not her conversation you're after," he said, smirking.

Ian closed his eyes in the dark, feeling the fog of sleep start to settle over him. Whatever he was after, it was out of his control. Whatever she thought of him, he could barely pass the time, longing to see her again so much it felt like a sickness.

The vibrations of his mobile phone on the table shook him awake. He sat up in the dark, panting. The digital clock read 01:35. Who could be calling at this hour? It was not a number he recognised. 

"Ian? It's Bee." He heard the roar of traffic behind her. "I'm sorry to ring so late but... I've lost my bag, and I've got no money for a taxi home. Could you pick me up?" Her voice was loud, her words slightly slurred. He remembered it was Saturday, her girls' night out. "I'm at the pay phones outside the front of the university."

He swung his legs out of bed. "I'll be there," he said, and hung up.

The city centre was heaving with lines of people queuing at the fast food restaurants, the occasional brawl and police cars patrolling the drunken Saturday night crowd, lights flashing. He lost count of the number of people who had tried to flag him down, thinking he was a taxi. 

Bee was sitting on a wall, picking at a bag of chips. There were two other girls with her. All of them huddled together against the bitter wind which lifted their sweaty hair. Her eyes were ringed with smudged mascara. For a second, she stared at the car, her expression dull. Then a smile broke over her face and she nudged her friends and pointed.

They piled in, bringing the smell of cold air and vinegar into the car. "Hey," Bee said, squeezing his knee and smiling. "This is Leanne and Donna, my best friends. You wouldn't mind dropping them off? They live just round the corner from my school."

He sighed. "Sure," he said, and drove off, trying to ignore the way the girls were running their greasy hands over the upholstery and marveling at the car as if it was an exhibit in the zoo. He dropped them off at the corner of their street and went to turn the car in the direction of Bee's place, sighing again, wishing he didn't feel so much like a glorified taxi service, or worse- someone's dad. 

The disappointment he had been feeling evaporated when Bee put her hand on his arm. "Let's go to yours?" she said. "I lost my keys too. My dad's going to be so cross if I wake him up at this time of night."

His heart soared. Barely able to keep the grin off his face, he turned the car and tried not to speed back home. Bee was chatting about her night out, but he barely heard a word she said. As soon as the car was parked, he pulled her over and kissed her, long and hard. She tasted of chips and cigarette smoke and her lips were soft, her tongue lithe like an eel in his mouth. 

They broke apart, gasping. "Wow," she whispered, and smiled. Her eyes were so dark, he feared he would lose himself in them. 

"Let's go inside," he said, stepping out of the car into the night air. He felt spots of rain on his cheek and noticed she was shivering. He took off his coat and draped it around her shoulders.

His apartment was warm and the dim lights cast shadows around the huge living room. He saw himself reflected in the glass of the sliding doors, red faced and flustered. Bee gazed around the room, slipping off his coat and handing it to him, her mouth open. In the light, he could see the smudges of her make up more clearly. It only made him want her more.

"Wow," she said again. "This place is amazing. You've got a river view?"

He nodded, hanging up the coats. "It's nice in the summer," he said. "I sometimes work out there, on the balcony. Thanks to wireless internet." He laughed. "The greatest gift ever to the idle."

She ran her hand over the dark wood of the table, picking up one of the candles and smelling it. "Jasmine," she breathed. "My favourite." She slipped out of her stilettos, groaning. "God, it's good to get those off," she said. Her feet were red where the shoes had rubbed against her bare skin, her perfect toes painted the same bubblegum pink as her fingers. She looked at him and smiled. "Where do you want me to sleep?"

He felt crushed suddenly, and looked at his feet. "Well there's the sofa," he said. "Or the guest bedroom. It's just through there." He gestured to the small hallway to his left. "Or...' He looked at her, wondering suddenly who was the teenager in the room.

Her feet squeaked on the varnished wooden floor as she padded towards him, holding out her hands. "You're so cute, you know?" she said, taking his hands in hers. Her palms were warm and dry. The strap of her dress had slipped again, almost down to her elbow. He could see that she was not wearing a bra, and that her nipples were hard against the coarse fabric. She looked up at him, her brown eyes expectant.

"Well," she said. "Aren't you going to kiss me again?"

He did not remember how his lips met hers. Almost in a frenzy, he buried his hand in her hair as he devoured her mouth, running his free hand over her other shoulder, pushing the strap down, pushing her backwards in the direction of his bedroom. She clung to him, whimpering noises leaking from her mouth as she returned his kisses with equal force. 

When the back of her legs hit the bed, she let him go, falling backwards onto the soft mattress. He looked down at her, breathing heavily. Her hair was spread out like a fuzzy halo, the material of her dress barely covering her breasts. He pulled off his sweater and jeans and knelt before her. "Beautiful," he murmured, putting his hands on her knees and sliding them upwards over her skin, taking the dress with them, up over the sides of her hips, her waist, her chest, her shoulders. She sat up, letting him pull the dress over his head then lay down again. She bit her lip as he studied her body, looking suddenly awkward under the intensity of his gaze.

Her breasts were plump but firm, her nipples the colour of milky coffee. A glittering jewel nestled in her belly button, drawing his eyes south. She was wearing briefs with little pink flowers dotted across the material which was stretched across a mound of springy black fuzz. Some of it was poking out of the sides. He ran a finger along the elastic, gazing at her as if she was a precious sculpture. He took her hands in his and pulled her up so she stood in front of him.

She looked down at his tenting boxers and smiled, hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her briefs and pausing there. "I'm game if you are," she said, and he did the same. The scraps of material hit the floor. His eyes were drawn to her thick bush, and his cock twitched, oozing out a tear of liquid.

"Oh god, Bee," he breathed, kissing her again, hugging her to him so he could feel the bristle of her pubic hair against his thigh, his cock sandwiched between their warm bodies.

He lay down on the bed, and she crept beside him, her eyes dark. She stroked his chest lightly, her fingertips leaving burning trails along his skin. When he could stand it no more, he kissed her again, rolling over, pushing his leg between hers. Again, that scrape of hair against his thigh. His mouth left hers and he began to lick and kiss his way downwards, along her jaw, to the point where her pulse beat in her throat. She moaned and pushed her hands into his hair until his mouth came to her nipple. Breathless, he sucked it into his mouth, tonguing the dark point, laving it with saliva. She arched her back slightly and gasped, grinding her heat harder into his thigh as he trailed his tongue across to her other nipple, taking her breast into his hand, pushing it towards his needy mouth.

The feeling of her hard little nipple against his tongue sent his head spinning. He could hardly tear himself away. Only the feel of growing wetness against his thigh shook him out of the fog he was in. He shifted himself in between her legs and kissed her again. Her palms flattened out against his back and roamed up over his muscular back towards his shoulders. Then she pushed him back and looked into his eyes.

"Condom?" she whispered, and he groaned.

His hands were shaking as he scrabbled in the drawer, tearing off the wrapper, his mouth dry. She took the rubber from his trembling fingers and took his cock in her hand. It was the first time she had touched him there, and he groaned again, deep in his throat. He felt her hands slide down until it was on, and he quickly got back to where he had been. His fingers found her wetness, rubbed it over her swollen clitoris until her hips started to move against him. The sighs and moans she made were like music, and he could not wait any longer. Pushing his cock inside her, he kissed her again, then buried his face in her hair, breathing in the smell, feeling it scratch against his cheek.




Chocolate



"MMM, that was delicious", I said, as she hangs our coats and I flip on a few lights in the house. "I love sushi", she exhales, as if reminiscing a childhood pet. It's the time of night for some of the more routine things in our relationship like feeding the fish, clearing any scattered dishes, loading them in the washer and closing the various drapes. I notice the box of Godiva chocolate resting on top of the wine rack and grab it before flipping off the light and heading the bedroom.

"I really like these new heels" she announces, as she senses me entering the bedroom. As I make the corner and see her at the vanity, standing in nothing but her new beige heels and the scarf she wore to dinner, I get an evil idea.

Holding up a piece of Godiva, I whisper: "Hey! Want some chocolate?" Her eyes light up, of course she wants chocolate.

"Yes" she says in a soft manner, like a child caught red handed doing wrong.

"Come get it, sexy thing.", I say.

"Yessir" she mutters.

As she moves in my direction, she twirls both ends of the scarf, and travels gently, with a runway-esque gait, giggling all the while. She knows well enough what sort of trouble such teasing can get her into, and she dances the line with ease. I catch her eyes for a moment, and dare her to look away, holding her attention entirely with my gaze. Never breaking the stare, I unwrap the square of chocolate and hold it in front of me. As she reaches out to take her prize, i quickly snatch her arm and yank the chocolate out of reach. In a firm, smooth motion, I pull her into my body and securely grasp the scarf around her neck.

"How badly do you want this chocolate, little girl?" I ask.

After a few seconds of total silence, she breathes: "Daddy.."

"What would you do for it?" i ask again.

"I dont know" she says, almost whispering.

"Would you get on your knees and close your eyes for it?" I say, with an innocent, calm tone.

"Yes",she replies.

"Put this chocolate between your teeth and hold it, but don't taste it." I command. After placing the rich candy in her bite, I use my newly freed hand to grab the hair on the back of her head and tilt her ear toward my mouth.

"On your knees" I whisper.

As she kneels, I twist the scarf around itself a few times, tightening it on her neck.

"Close your eyes now", I say as I run my hand through her hair.

As I grasp the chocolate in her mouth, I say: "I'm taking the chocolate back now, let go." I place it on a nearby bookshelf as I unbutton my jeans. I look down at her and take a moment to recognize my good fortune. I lean over to kiss her soft lips, and as I do, I notice that there is a heavier taste of chocolate than I had expected. I inspect the candy again and notice that one corner has been rounded.

"I thought I told you not to taste the chocolate, sweet girl." I say, in a compassionate manner, as if I regret what has to happen now.

"It tastes good, I'm sorry, Daddy" she responds, in her sweetest voice.

Without a word, I firmly lead her by the scarf a few feet to the edge of the king sized bed. Still on her knees, I force her over the bed and intertwine the scarf around her wrists, slinging the end of the scarf between her warm legs and clutching it from behind. Her fists rest tightly on her bare pussy. With nothing appropriate in reach, I use my large hands to pop her sharply, covering equal parts of both cheeks with my strike. She lets out a girlish whimper, but doesnt struggle.

Once more, with double the force, I smack her in the same spot. "Ow!" she cries.

My cock has grown hard. I slide off the unbuttoned pants, and boxers along with it, then, one arm after another, never letting go of the scarf, I remove my shirt.

"Hold it open with your fingers.." I say. She does.

I lick my finger and gently stroke the soft pink spot that is now exposed. I can feel it pulse with every pass. In seconds, the juices start surrounding my finger and glistening off the lips as she spreads them open. I bend down and run my tounge sharply from her clit, slowly reaching her ass and letting the moisture in my mouth slide down my tongue, and working it around her sweet tiny little hole.

I can hear her heavy breathing and involuntary moaning. I get on my knees behind her, cock thick and rock hard. Still holding her lips apart, when the tip of my meat reaches her pussy she lets out a sudden moan , as if taking her first bite of a hard earned steak.

"Guide my cock with your hands" I order her. She wraps both of her bound hands around my shaft. I pull out slowly, about an inch from her pussy and then plunge back in, giving her only an inch of dick.. then quickly removing it. In even intervals, I pump and pull out.. only one inch.. allowing her to grow accustomed to guiding my cock properly into her box.

As I feel the juices from her pussy start to leak down the shaft of my cock, I start to go a little faster, and a little deeper.. removing my cock completely from her pussy each time. I can hear her building up, the scarf presses firmly against her wet asshole and slides up and down with every pump, gathering more moisture from her soaked pussy bit by bit. By the time I'm giving her half of my cock in each thrust, the scarf is completely soaked and her asshole is tightening around the fibers as it slides up and down.

"Fuck..!" she says.. as if overwhemed by the sensations. I start to pump harder and faster, forcing her hands to release my cock.

"Hold it open again." i say in a heavy pant.

She starts spreading her lips far apart, allowing my cock to get a full nine inches deep. I can feel her scattered breathing, I know she's starting her ascent to orgasm. I grab the chocolate and bite a piece off. Grabbing her hair, I turn her head towards mine and lean up to kiss her, forcing the chocolate into her mouth, never stopping the hard pumping.

"Let it melt, don't swallow it" I say, then I force her face back into the down comforter. Fully fucking her, I start to pull her into me with a firm grip on the back of her neck, still guiding the scarf up and down on her ass. Deep inside her, growing close to orgasm myself, I can feel her body start to tremor. She stops breathing completely and tightens her body, I pump harder.

After what feels like 30 seconds, she lets out a desperate exhale and sucks in as deep a breath as she can manage; my balls continue to tighten, approaching explosion. Using all her strength, she growls out a girlish grunt, body still tensed, lapsing several seconds. She falls limp, I can see the melted chocolate on her lips. I give her one more push, resting as deep inside her as I can get, and my cock starts to pulse.

I slide out abruptly and climb up on the bed, holding the side of her face against the comforter. With two hard strokes, I jack a huge burst of thick warm cream that splashes against her panting lips.. she moans and opens her mouth, chocolate leaks out as squirt after squirt of hot semen fills her. When the overfilled cream starts to drip on to the bed, I force my cock into her mouth, plugging the leak. I hold her there for several second, until my balls loosen and drop back down in her face. I pull my cock away and she takes a big gulp, swallowing down the melted chocolate and warm, sticky cum. Her eyes are glazed over, her hands and the scarf dangle lifelessly from the foot of the bed.

I reach my arms under her and lift her, dragging her into bed and sliding the wet comforter to the floor. Removing the scarf, I use what little area isnt drenched in girl juice to wipe her sticky face clean. I pet her hair and kiss her forehead, pulling the cool sheets over her naked body.

I think I'll let her sleep in her heels tonite.



Chocolate



Faye carefully balanced the delicate dark chocolate on the tip of her finger and slowly raised it towards me her bright red coated nails contrasting beautifully with the dark velvety chocolate. My eyes flicked from the chocolate to watch her tongue gloss wickedly over her full red lips as she continued to slowly lift the delicate offering to my mouth. Our eyes held each other's as my tongue lightly licked the carefully balanced chocolate and flicked gently over her polished nails. Silently her thumb joined her finger to now hold the chocolate between them as she slowly circled the melting delicacy teasingly around my moist lips. My tongue was eagerly chasing the sweetness around my mouth as she continued to slowly circle and slide the wet chocolate around my lips. 

I opened my mouth ever wider as I openly accepted her teasing. Her dark eyes smiled warmly as she finally moved her finger the last few inches and offered my mouth the fast melting chocolate and I moved forward slightly as my welcoming tongue engulfed the chocolate and her coated finger. My mouth was left to enjoy the soft sweetness of the dark forbidden fruit on its own as she slowly, seductively, withdrew her chocolate coated finger and circled the tip of her finger lightly around my lips. My tongue joined her fingertip by circling and devouring the remaining chocolate on my lips as I my eyes watched transfixed as she lay backwards on the settee and lifted her tee shirt to partly reveal her black lacy bra. Her hand stretched lazily outwards and her red finger nails glided over the selection box before picking one and delicately balancing it on her exposed stomach just an inch or three above the waist line of her black three quarter leggings. 

The silence engulfed us, my eyes moving between her deep warm saucer eyes and the tempting chocolate that rose and fell in time with her quickening breath on her soft white flat stomach. The stillness made it feel as if a few minutes rather than seconds had passed as her hands returned and lifted her tee shirt a little higher openly exposing her bra covered breasts as both our eyes hid our nervousness by fixing themselves on the chocolate. The only words spoken were faint, almost in a guilty whisper, as she let me know that that the chocolate was melting whilst playfully moving it over that soft white stomach an inch or two to leave a thin chocolaty line. My first tentative move forward gave away my lack of experience and nervous excitement as I paused with my lips just a few inches from her chocolate covered abdomen. Faye moaned quietly, half in anticipation and half encouraging my tongue to complete the short journey that it had started and then a low groan of yes accompanied the tip of my tongue gently licking the chocolate trail as from somewhere in my mind I found what felt like real courage to lightly lick her stomach. 

My tongue slowly, lightly, hesitatingly followed the couple of inches of chocolaty trail along her beautifully warm smooth stomach before reaching the dark, fast melting, and solitary chocolate. I licked all around it, teasing it almost, as the level of my excitement rose astonishingly as her quiet moans became slightly loader and infinitely more encouraging. My nipples were hardening, I knew, my breath was shallow and quickening as I paused, and then my first open full kiss of her stomach was met by her raising her hips fractionally from the settee to meet my lips. I continued my kiss as her hands smoothed over the settee and then I lifted my head slightly to watch as those same hands began inching her leggings down over her milky white thighs revealing a tiny strip of delicate black lace. She paused her reveal as I looked up at her saucer eyes, my chin almost resting on her cool white stomach, my tongue sending a signal of my growing desire by circling my chocolate covered lips. Holding my stare her hands left her pulled down leggings to gently hold the top of my head, nudging, begging me to return my tongue to her. My eyes left hers to allow me to satisfy my now burning desire to take in the full sexiness of her tiny delicate black underwear and her obviously aroused smooth womanhood hidden within before I gave into the gentle persuasion of her hands by returning my tongue to her soft stomach. 

As I slowly kissed my way around her lower abdomen her hands having succeeded in encouraging my tongues return left my head. On my third kiss I glanced up her body seeking her acceptance and if, honest, approvals, to find her wide and dark eyes watching me explore her stomach. Gently, silently, she lifted her hands and I groaned quietly for the first time as I watched her hands cup her revealed black bra. Instinctively I stopped kissing her as her two hands met at her ample cleavage and started to uncouple the front of her black bra. I suddenly felt hot, my mouth opened, a powerful urge hit me, my inner voice screamed its want for them and my desperate longing forced the tip of my tongue to dance around my lips as her hands finally revealed a beautiful pair of nipple erect breasts. My eyes and longing remain fixed on her pert breasts as her left hand smoothed over her breasts lazily stroking her lovely dark nipples as her right hand stretched out to the chocolate box one more time. As the hand returned she placed the chosen chocolate carefully in the valley of pleasure between her breasts as my stomach tightened in response to the heady mixture of adrenalin fuelled sexual excitement and the muscle tightening nervous anticipation of a first time. 

Before dawn I would keep one and loose the other.



Chocolate & Bananas



I’m lying on a big bed with huge posts and mosquito netting. You’ve tied my hands, crisscrossed at my wrists, above my head and around the brass headboard. This makes my breasts stand tall, the nipples hard as little rocks. I love the way they look and wish I could lick them. I hear you in the kitchen and the anticipation of what you’re doing is making me crazy. I feel my pulse speeding up every second that passes and you’re not back. I feel my pussy get wetter and wetter. I close my eyes; are you teasing me, I wonder? 

“If you’re a good girl I won’t tie you legs,” I hear you whisper from the doorway. 

I let out a stifled moan. I’m not used to giving up control this way, it’s bad enough you’ve tied my hands, but my legs too??? “I promise I’ll behave L…” I whisper back silently praying that I will be able to do so.

You move to the side of the bed and place on the bedside table a small oil warmer, a banana, and a jar of chocolate sauce. I can see that it’s the kind that gets hard once it cools and I immediately worry if it will burn me when you pour it on. As if reading my mind you tell me, “It won’t burn you baby, it will feel a little uncomfortable and then will dry very quickly.”

I like the reassurance and smile at you, wondering exactly what you’re going to do with that chocolate. You pour some in the warming tray and while it gently warms you slowly peel the banana. It’s big and long and ripe but not too ripe, it’s hard with a minimal curve in the middle. When you’re finished you lay it down next to the warming tray. I see you dip a finger in the tray. “This is ready,” you say while looking at my naked body up and down, wondering where you’re going to start maybe or gauging how much you will need for what you want to do. You are fully dressed but the sight of my lying on the bed naked has made you hard or maybe it’s the thought of what you’re about to do. 

You join me on the bed, sitting on the edge, taking the warming tray and holding it above my breasts. You bend down and take a nipple into your mouth, making it harder than it already is. Your mouth feels so warm and wonderful, the suction of your lips on my nipple having a direct impact on my clit and I feel my pussy throb. You disengage and while the nipple is still pebble hard you pour some of the chocolate on it, covering it completely. “Ooooh L, that stings a little…” but before the words are out of my mouth I feel you blow cool breath on the chocolate and I feel it harden around my hard little nub. It feels almost like a vise. It almost hurts. It feels so good. You repeat your actions on my other nipple and now I can see my chocolate covered tips, like a luscious dessert laid out for your enjoyment. The sight is amazing, the brown hard chocolate such a contrast to my creamy white skin. I want to feel you lick and suck the hard chocolate shell off immediately but I see you have other plans. 

You drip some chocolate into my belly button until it pools and then lower, drizzling warm streams of chocolate on my pubic mound. “Be a good girl now M, and spread your legs open.”

I comply, hesitantly. I’m not afraid exactly, but anxious. I’ve never had this done before. Once my legs are spread wide open I expect you to drip the chocolate on my clit, around my pussy lips, down the crack of my ass. But again, you have other plans and it’s clear you’re enjoying your torture. With my legs spread open you move to the foot of the bed and drip some warm chocolate over my toes, covering them in the warm, then hard, concoction. You move up my legs, again drizzling lightly over my calves, my knees, my inner thighs.

“L, you’re making me crazy,” I breathlessly say. Do you have any idea how this feels? Warm and sticky chocolate all over my body, my pussy throbbing, my nipples aching. “I want you so badly it hurts baby.”

You finally, finally reach between my legs and pour the warm chocolate on my clit, blowing on it immediately. It gets hard right away and it feels amazing. “You have such a pretty pussy M, and it looks so good dressed up in chocolate.” 

Your words turn me on almost as much as what you’re doing. I’m aching and ready, my eyes closed, feeling the tightness in my body. Suddenly I feel something soft at the entrance to my dripping sheath. I look down and see you’ve placed the banana at my door.

“Look at me M, keep your eyes open and watch me fuck you with this banana, watch it slide inside your warmth.” I try to keep my eyes open but when you start to push the banana inside I feel a clenching and tightening and oh, could it be that you’ll make me cum just like this? Just this quickly?

“Oh god L…what are you doing? I can’t see…my arms, let go my arms L.”

“Not yet M, I’ll tell you what I’m doing. I’m pushing this banana in your hot little pussy. Can you feel it? Can you feel it sliding inside? I’m pushing it further; I want you to take all of it. I want you to feel full of it. Tell me how this feels…”

As you finish saying it, I feel you push the rest of the banana inside me. And I begin to feel the waves of my first orgasm start to take over. “Oh god, L…it’s amazing. Ooooohhh…..” 

You start to take off all your clothes while I watch you, the remnants of my orgasm still rippling throughout my body. You’re so gorgeous L, your hard brown body, the sexy dreds, the beautiful brown eyes and my god, those dimples. 

I still have the whole of the banana inside me, and my pussy continues to throb, increasing the feeling of fullness. When you are finally naked you take your dick in your hand and lightly stroke it. Watching you doing that makes me instinctively move my hips. I’m already full but I want to be full of you. 

You move between my legs, rubbing your hard dick against my chocolate covered clit and bend down to lick the chocolate off my left nipple. It’s achy, needy and the cure is your tongue, your mouth. You make little moans while licking and eating at my breasts and I feel it all over my body, every nerve ending is alive with the thought of you and the pleasure you bring me. 

Your next move surprises me again. You dip back between my widespread legs and put your mouth around my pussy in a wide-open kiss. And you suck. A piece of the banana goes into your mouth and you eat it, savoring it. This is making me throb and sweat and moan. You dip down and lick one toe clean, then you come back up and take another bite of the banana lodged inside me. You continue to do this until the entire banana is gone and I am almost clean of the chocolate. The minute you finish taking the last bite of the banana from me, you slide your hard, delicious chocolate dick inside me. And I cum again.

And then you fuck me. Slowly at first, moving in and out with controlled strokes. “Do you like this dick inside you baby?”

“You know it’s my favorite chocolate of all L. It feels so incredible to have stroke me, fuck me L….oh yes baby, just like that, stroke this pussy, I love the way you feel inside.”

You fuck me for a long time, alternating your strokes between hard fast fucking and slow, measured strokes. I know you’re about to cum because you stop and grind inside me. Your hands kneading my breasts, your eyes closed. “Where do you want my cum M, tell me where you want it.”

“In my mouth, please, please L, let me have your seed in my mouth.”

You pull out of my dripping pussy and I immediately miss you in there. You move up along my body until you are over my chest, your knees on either side of my head. You stroke your dick with your left hand, feeding it to me slowly. I pull against my constraints. I want more; I want it all in my mouth. But you give me only your head. I lick and suck on it, bobbing my head up and trying to get more in my mouth. It tastes like banana and pussy and your own special delicious taste. Please give me more, I say with my eyes. 

With your right hand you stroke my face, telling me what I good job I’m doing on my favorite piece of chocolate. I can just imagine what I look like; my arms tied to the bed, my ruby red lips wrapped around the head of your dick that you are slowly, oh so slowly feeding me. I’m on fire L, and I want your cum but I can’t say it, I don’t want your dick out of my mouth. You know what I want, you feel it and so you grab on to the headboard, stroking my bound hands before you grab on for purchase. You bring your body up and start to slowly fuck my mouth. Once you’re in position you bring your left hand down to my still dripping pussy, stroking lightly. 

“You want more baby? Are you going to cum again for me?” You ask as you increase the pace of your dick sliding in and out of my mouth, your fingers inside me, stroking me harder. 

“Do you trust me not to gag you? Do you trust me not to lose control and ram my hard dick down your throat?” 

I can see the words turn you on but instead of fucking me harder you stop. I can’t stop, I want it L, I want your seed. I want your cum. So I move my head up and down, trying to get it all back inside. I’m moaning around your dick while you finger me. You look down and see my eyes, so full of lust of you, so full of wanting. And you pull out. Enough so that the head of your dick is all that’s in my mouth and you whisper, “Here it is baby. Take it your mouth. Show me how much you want it. Show me how you’ll swallow it all.”

And then you cum. All that yummy gooey delicious cream inside my mouth. And I cum. Your fingers doing their magic inside me once again. 

I look up at you as you pull out of my pretty mouth, while I swallow every drop of your seed. “I love the way you taste baby. Thank you for giving it to me. Oh and L, next time, I’m in control…” 



Chocolate and Caramel



I was at a dance club where they dance the salsa, tango, and all kinds of Latin dancing. I thought about trying something new that night. I wore my favorite dress; a red baby doll dress with a neckline that showed my cleavage and a skirt shows off my legs and red stiletto heels. My medium-length black hair had volume with curled ends.

The Latin music playing was lively and everyone's dancing, enjoying themselves. I was standing at the bar, listening to the music while sipping a margarita. Then, I heard a male voice behind me.

I turned around and there was this sexy, tall, dark, handsome Latino man standing in front of me. He looked at me with those deep, soulful brown eyes.

He asked, "Would you like to dance?" I accepted his invitation as he led me to the dance floor.

He introduced himself to me as Carlos. Once we were on the dance floor, we were dancing the salsa. I never thought that a fine, hot Latino like Carlos would be very interested in me, a black BBW. But then again, I find him very sexy, about as sexy as either Galen Gering on "Passions" or Ricky Martin in his Living La Vida Loca days. He looked irresistible in his outfit, a white button-down shirt and black pants. He definitely had some moves on the dance floor. While we danced; he placed his hands on my hips. He smelled my skin, inhaling my scent. We danced almost all of the night.

After a night of dancing, we went to his place some dinner and dessert. Carlos was telling me how sexy I looked in my dress. He even said that I was a He couldn't help but look at every curvy inch of me. For dinner, we had some chicken and steak fajitas that he cooked and prepared himself. Then for dessert, we had some sweet and delicious dulce de leche ice cream. I looked into his brown eyes while savoring the ice cream. I licked some of the dessert off of my lips. Then, Carlos kissed my lips, tasting the caramel of the ice cream. Judging from the way he was kissing me, I'd say he was full of passion. It got more passionate when he wrapped his arms around my waist and, pulled me close to him, and lifted me after putting the ice cream back into the freezer.

Once we went into his bedroom, his hands were under my dress, slowly lifting it from my body. His caresses were sweet, soft, and slow as his kisses were passionate, hungry, and deep. I felt his hands caressing my big bottom and hips, down to my thighs as he took off my stockings. He began whispering in my ear in something sexy in Spanish before his lips moved down to my neck. Then, he began taking off his clothes. His shirt was the first thing to go. I was already turned on by his perfect body, which included a well-built chest, eight pack abs, and arms of steel. His fingers were tracing the outline of my black bra and then made its way to the back to unhook it. Once my breasts were freed, Carlos lovingly began fondling and gently squeezing them with his hands while he was still kissing my neck. I also felt his thumbs rubbing my nipples until they were hard. His lips lowered to my voluptuous breasts and started sucking and tasting him. I let out a long moan. He moved to my stomach and then to the waistband of my black panties.

His hand went into my panties where his fingers found my soft, hot, wet woman lips. I moaned and quivered as he touched me there intimately.

Carlos looked at me and said, "You're so beautiful, so sweet, and so hot, my sexual chocolate."

I grinned at him and said, "You, Carlos, are a lusty caramel. You're sexy, passionate, and sensual." 

I slowly counted the number of abs with my tongue then slowly caressed his body.

He was still touching me, as I was getting wetter. After that, he slowly pulled them down my legs. I looked into his eyes as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He kissed my lips again as he sat me down on his big, firm bed. Once he took off his jeans, he was in his black boxer shorts. He was behind me, taking his time kissing every inch of my body. I felt his hard body rubbing against my soft, curvy body. He kissed and licked every spot from my neck to my feet. Then, he took his underwear, slipped on a condom, and went inside my love canal deep and slow. He held me in his arms while moving in and out of me and even kissed my neck and shoulders.

I screamed with pleasure as I reached into orgasm. I finally made a loud, passionate gasp as I climaxed. He kissed my lips once more as I settled and slept in his arms.

THE END