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It was a delicate balance, the temperature and texture of the chocolate I was preparing to pour over his cock. It wasn’t really something I was prepared to get wrong, so I worked carefully, meticulously. Of course I had to test and taste it often, but one has to make sacrifices for true art.
I gently warmed the thick cream in a double boiler with a stick of cinnamon, carefully avoiding bringing it to the boil. The chips of dark Lindt chocolate melting in the cream took on a warm gloss as they started to liquefy. Mmmm – yummy!
Chapter Twelve – The Feast Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, magic, spank, unif, voy It was October 30th, and the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were going to arrive later in the afternoon for a feast and the introduction into the Triwizard Tournament. Fred and George Weasley had been very careful not to use the Spellbook of Desires too much since they...
Chocolate ChocolateBy Darqside Cheryl was what you?d call ?Strictly Business? and seldom ever wanted to deal with the likes of the Production aspects of Kay?s Confections, formerly a simple candy store now turned into a big corporation.? She always wore the same drab colored suits day in and day out; just so that people were reminded she had no intention of not being taken seriously. Cheryl?s job was supposed to involve Sales and Marketing, as well as to perform as acting Head of the...
What do chocolate and hockey have to do with each other? A good question. They both have to do with sex. WHY CHOCOLATE IS BETTER THAN SEX 1) We don’t have to beg for chocolate. This proves nothing. We can get sex without begging. Ask Eve. Let’s just not get like Mrs. Marabel Morgan who wrote “Total Woman.” Wear Saran Wrap to greet your hubby after his hard day at the office. Imagine how sticky you’d feel plastered in plastic! We didn’t have to beg our brother who maybe wasn’t romantic...
The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent, touching the foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light. The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La Reserve, with whose arbor the reader is already familiar. The apartment destined for the purpose was spacious and lighted by a number of windows, over each of which was written in golden letters for some inexplicable reason the name of one of the principal cities of France; beneath these windows a wooden balcony extended the...
I was the first to arrive at the beautiful looking cottage I had booked on the Northumberland coast. It was near the village of Longhoughton not far from Alnwick and was perfect for the weekend we had planned. I backed the car up the drive and opened the door to have a look round. I had been assured it was luxurious and it certainly was, and immaculately clean. I went back to the car and unloaded my weekend bag and the speciality shopping. It took about fifteen minutes and everything was set so...
Hi I am Roy again I am going to tell you a true story, we live in a flat and there are many flats in a building, there are many sexy aunties and beautiful girls and nice kamwalis around, I have fucked 3 girls, 6 aunties and 12 kamwalis out of them, I will tell you about them one by one so put your hand in your pants / skirls / Salwar / Ghaghra and relax and have a nice time reading my stories. This story is of my neighbour’s daughter (elder one), when we moved into our own flat, we had a...
‘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...
© Feb 2003 Write a story about chocolate he said - 'Gee thanks Ray!' I looked at the email he'd written and thought again to myself 'Jeez - I don't do chocolate - how the blazes do I write a story about it? Hell! I know we writers are supposed to have dirty minds and all that jazz but chocolate - c'mon fella!' And I put it to the back of my mind. Except it wouldn't go away. I kept thinking back to 'The Experiment'. That was chocolate. That was sex. Boy was that sex - oh yes...
Chocolate, I thought as I headed home on my bicycle. I was craving chocolate, something that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, it was the only thing I was craving, but there was something else now too. An orgasm.I was a virgin, but I’d learned the pleasures of masturbation long ago. With my eighteen years, I’ve had experience with orgasms for.. two years. That would be about right. At times I pleased myself daily, or multiple times a day. Other times it was once a week.Now? It was definitely a day of...
MasturbationThe Highland Feast By: Lyrissa The sound of drums boomed across the cliffs as a full moon rose lazily over the desolate highlands. Bloodthirsty howls and braying cries of ecstasy mixed with the rhythmic drumbeat as night fell over the gathering of crude hovels and huts that constituted the camp. Sparks and gouts of cloying, acrid smoke rose as the flames of the central fire lashed out like claws towards the dark, cold sky. The bestial creatures that built the camp danced and reveled...
Her name was Meshawn. She was about the cutest thing I'd ever seen at my old job, and lusted after her for quite some time. Every guy there did, understandably. 5' 3" with medium-brown skin, shoulder-length curly hair, nicely padded figure, beaming smile and very amiable and pleasant to talk to. I'd seen some honeys in High School, at College, working different jobs afterwards of the African-American persuasion. Not like this one, she was sweet as could be and had a "casual" attitude that made...
Hi mera naam Luvesh hai main Gujarat k eek naami shehar main rehta hu (main city nahi batanna chahta ) meri umar 23 saal hai naya naya graduate hua hu. Filhaal jobless hu mere father aur mere chacha sath main ek business main hai meri bua ke ladke ki dusri marriage ki liye jo spain main rehta hai,mere cousin bhaiya Ramesh jinki age 36 years hai unki first biwi ko koi bimari nai thi leking achanak ek din unki death ho gayi. Aur uske liye meri bua ne papa aur chacha ko rishte ke liye kaha tha...
Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." This statement, uttered in bed, generally indicated some sort of feminine hygiene emergency, and the one who 'needs to go to the store' is generally me. It is a law of nature that the gender which does not use or need a product, or is most likely embarrassed by its purchase (I am long over that, at least), is the gender which must buy it. "What do you need?" It wouldn't embarrass me. I'd get her to be specific; plugs or pads, regular...
Marvella James owns and operates a cupcake bakery/shop in Tampa called Cupcake Cravings. There, she makes cupcakes in several different flavors. Not only that, she also caters for parties and social gatherings too. She recently made cupcakes for a breast cancer awareness benefit last October, which was a success. As she started baking cupcakes at the shop, Marvella got a call from Mrs. Tiffany Gaston, president of the Tampa Junior League. Mrs. Gaston was planning a social gathering to benefit...
Warm and wet greetings to all of you. This is my first story. For privacy reasons, all the female names are fictional. This is the story about me and my two fuck buddies who are also bisexual. I met them at the fitness center I go to workout. The yoga hall was one floor below the gym and one day, I saw them making love in a vacant room near the hall. They offered me money to keep it a secret but I had other intentions. It will be a trueful boast if I say the women who have been rammed by my...
Aztec Feastings By RotnebSynopsis: Human sacrifice was an important element in the ancient Aztec culture. This story is a modern version as Tanya and her friends are experiencing. The price for the losers in the competition to get a husband is that the losers will be sacrificed to the Aztec gods in the impressive old Chichen ltza area created by the Mayan.The story is only fantasy.The Aztec BeachTanya was not entirely sure that she was ready to follow her friend Patricia to the nearest Aztec...
Looking down I spy a mosquito. It is, by far and away, a good dozen times larger than any other of its kind I’ve ever seen. More like the size of a House Sparrow than the normal size for such an insect. With wings a-hum it lands and stick its probe into my ink, sucking up the blood. Fascinated that anything could seek sustenance in something as vile as a putrid fluid of mine, I watch it drink its fill. When it flies away, I feel suddenly the echoing emptiness of this place. Never much one...
Introduction: Christmas is here and the awaited sequal to the thanksgiving feast is upon us, will Jessica meat her spit lover or will she escape her fate once again!. Jessicas Christmas Feast The Sequel Story: #36 Copyright 2005 Written: December 25 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Jessica sat at the kitchen table bits of girl bacon left...
Just reuploading this old series with some edits. See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters to this story DISCLAIMERS In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky...
"Oh my God! How could anyone let themselves get that low?" The questions and comments bombarded Gloria as she pushed her shopping cart through the streets of downtown, headed for the nearest shelter still seven blocks away. "I'll never make it at this rate," Gloria thought to herself each time her cart would get stuck in a crack on the near crumbling sidewalk. She jerked the cart and cursed under her breath the last time she asked a passerby for the time. She knew she was too late and...
Everyone experiments in sex. I think that's one thing we can all say we've done, because even just trying something for the first time is experimenting. And it's all going to have a different take on people, and it may be different with other people you do an act with. For instance I normally can't stand someone going down on me, but there are two people I absolutely love it from. And I don't know why it is that it's only two people I like it from. The first time I experimented was when I was...
Ever since our weekend at the cabin where we started to have sex, my mom's youngest sister Sandy and I have been getting together for some afternoon delight, or a weeked now and again to "saw our horns off". In other words get rid of being horny. We texxt each other and sext each other and share pics. None of the family knows the real reason I'm not dating. I'm too busy fucking my Aunt Sandy.Sandy and I do not use rubber or anything. We have toys that have only been used by us and we are...
Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." I was puzzled. Even through my post-orgasmic fog I recognized that statement as the verbal shorthand that signaled the commencement of foreplay. Not just any foreplay, mind you, but a foray into the brave new world of light consensual bondage. What confused me was the fact that I was lying spread-eagle in bed, my arms and legs fastened to the head and foot posts, and blindfolded to boot. I cleared my throat. "You want to start over?" I...
To the readers: There is no sex in this story. It’s a story about a man and a woman and how they met and lived. It’s a story written for Valentine’s Day. The story is told by their eldest daughter. A special ‘Thank You’ to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 This story is about my Mom and Dad. They both had passed away a few months apart. Mom went first at age eighty-one and Dad at age eighty-four. They had been married sixty-two years. This story...
Chapter 3 — October, 1941 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 With thanks to Doug, Elliot and Pepper for editing and support and for Jimmy B. * Although the blue tail-rudder blended well with the sea below, the plane’s chrome-yellow wings and fuselage screamed ‘Here I am!’ to anyone looking for it. Reaching its ceiling, the plane abruptly flipped over upside-down and headed toward the water almost two miles below. He could feel the wind vibrating the wire rigging between...
Hi. This is my first ever story on Indian sex story. I have been reading is from past 4 years. Today narrating my first fictional story. I am Naveen (name changed). I am from Belgaum. I am ‘5” and a 5’ tool. Let me introduce to my neighbor aunt. She is Sangeeta (name changed). She is tall about, 5’6” slim and size 30,28,32. She doesn’t have big boobs, she is a bit dark in color which is the most attractive thing in her. She looks beautiful. She lost her husband a few years back. She has a son...
You're sitting on a hot, lonely beach somewhere, with a new man. You don't know him all that well, but you know you want him. You have a basket of goodies with you, and you take out a small plastic container of strawberries, half coated with milk chocolate. You open the container, and hold it out to the man to take one. He reaches his hand out, and then withdraws it, looking into your face. "Umm... Listen, that would be great, but could I suggest something?" Your eyes lower a little,...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Tuesday, January 5th, 1932 The next morning, Bethany Rose stood by the car, nervously waiting for him to come out. He saw her standing there, watching through his library window. ‘Well, how about that?’ He finished dressing and went downstairs. He grabbed a doughnut from the plate and now found both women next outside, Bethany still at the car and Eliza waiting in the doorway. ‘Who’s going to watch the children? Can’t just leave them...
The Human Tapestry Food and love are often interlaced, in our language and in our minds. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” “meals prepared with a mother’s love,” etc. What’s more appropriate than preparing a St. Valentines Day feast on the human body. Since I am a man, I have chosen a female body for my tapestry. And remember, things are often better when shared. So invite a gallery of friends. Let us begin. Decorate the woman’s mouth by inserting a pickle. Have the...
Introduction: Jessica finds out that she is to be this years Turkey-Girl unless she can find a replacement and fast!. Jessicas Thanksgiving Feast Story: #35 Copyright 2005 Written: December 14 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Jessica came down from her room on Thanksgiving morning not bothering to dress since nudity was common in her house,...
It was a very tired and thirsty Corrine who greeted her Father as he entered the house. "Hello Daddy!"she panted. "How was your day?" John set down his brief case and hung up his jacket, before patting Corrine on her cheek. "Same as always sweetie, to many girls. They all know someone needs to be culled but no one wants it to be them." he sighed and ran his hand down Corrine's shoulder to her side and cupped her breast, tweaking the nipple. He gave a light chuckle. "So what have you...
I was never afflicted by pigmentation paralysis and it was never an issue in my life.One evening, that mindset was put to the test, nonetheless, when I met the most incredible black man at a party. Jasper, the man in question, was unbelievably good-looking and had a regal bearing. From the moment I met him, I was totally captivated by him. I had never been on a date, let alone slept with an African American. In fact, I hated the term African American. On a continent, where everyone other than...
Gay MaleChapter 7 Lose your wife, lose your life and lose your soul Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Tuesday, December 29, 1931 They didn’t return from the airfield until well after dark. It had taken several weeks to get the plane safely flyable again. James wanted it to be a surprise and tried to have at least a few hours each day working on the Jenny before coming home for dinner. Bethany had found his calendar with ‘Jenny’ and times and dates and thought he was stepping...
Chapter 12 Tickets to Paradise Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 With great thanks to Pepper Pace, Elliot and Reverend Joe for reading the rough drafts and support… and to Martine, the love of my life. * Late Thursday, March 3rd, 1932 The El Segundo house Dinner was over. Roast pork with apples sauce, mashed potatoes with butter and peas… how she always knew what he liked, John didn’t know but was grateful just the same. Of course, after Bethany Rose talked with her...
Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." I loved to hear my chocoholic say the code words for our little experiments in light, consensual bondage. Some of our most exciting sex was during these games. She said it on Monday morning, an hour before the alarm was supposed to wake me for work. She won the coin toss, ending a two win streak for me. I was bound as usual to the four posts of our bed, and she rode my face into the sunrise. There wasn't time to reciprocate that morning....
Partially edited by Alexis Siefert Copyright © 2002, 2003 The "Knights" portion of this story was originally submitted as an entry to the Virago Blue Challenge as a flash story (under 1000 words). It contained no sex, but maintained continuity with the rest of the "Chocolate Morsels Universe." A follow-up was always intended. "Daze" is that follow-up. I wasn't happy with it. I decided to submit it to a jury of my peers, in the best forum for improvement in the alt.sex.stories...
Chocolate, Strawberry, and Vanilla Copyright 2023 by Heather Rose Brown =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Clark did a waddling shuffle with his cup until it was near the middle the table. "Hello there Mister Artificially-And-Naturally-Strawberry-Flavored- Non-Dairy-Dessert-Beverage!" TC imitated Clark's actions with his own cup, nearly knocking over the plastic tray filled with our combined orders of slowly cooling french fries. "Hello there Mister...
Going to the Airport to catch your plane to take you to the Seminar all is on your mind is your Chocolate Lady that will meet you in the city where the Seminar is being held. For two years now you have talked to this lady and all you have seen was an old picture of her. Not knowing what to expect when and if you saw her, but hoping that she was a bathing beauty. In flight, as you were sipping on a cup of hot coffee as the plane was getting closer to your destination, all of a sudden when the...
EroticCake? Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Sunday, February 14th, 1932 Valentine’s Day The sound of laughter filled James’ library as he read the Sunday paper. Al Capone was now serving time at the Federal Penitentiary in Atlanta. Should have sent him to Alcatraz, see how he’d like that. A knock on the doorjamb caught his attention. He saw her standing in the doorway… the sight of her was enough and he put his hand down trying to keep his arousal down. She walked in and sat...
This had to work. For what he paid, it better! The money wasn’t the issue… it was having had to fuck that old crone that was the worst. He still shuddered at the memory. Thank God for the man who invented the condom! The only way he’d been able to get it up and keep it up was to fantasize about LaRain… but then the old crone had actually seemed to enjoy it and the sound of her crackled old voice attempting a moan had almost shriveled him up to nothing. He shuddered again and reached down to his...
Chapter 8 God, I hope we never have to do that again Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 * Monday, January 4th, 1932 Eliza pushed the vacuum across the rug. The noise was enough to wake the dead, as far as she was concerned, but it made cleaning the house so much easier she was willing to put up with noise. She was worried. James had not come out of his room for two days, now. There had been several calls from the different stores asking to speak to him, almost demanding...
copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Christmas morning, 1931 James Ewart’s home El Segundo, California Breakfast was a crowded but almost silent affair. The children had all eaten much earlier and were playing with more Christmas gifts that had magically appeared under the small but beautiful tree. Eliza knew her sister and she knew something had happened last night. She heard the door close and the sound of her sister’s crying. Yet, this morning, she was smiling at Mr....
‘We have to have sex, Jimmy, otherwise…’ Copyright @ All rights reserved, 2011 * Christmas Evening, 1931 Rather than fall down and look foolish, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light still present in the room from the moonlight. Bethany slid out of her slippers and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Jimmy, I’m sorry that Lizbeth brought back sad memories.’ He moved over on the bed to give her more room. ‘No, Bethany, they weren’t sad memories, they were good memories. I needed...
Chocolate Kisses 2: Pearl Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Chapter 4 – Early December 4th, 1941 It was one week after Thanksgiving that Bethany strolled leisurely into the kitchen and dreamingly ran her fingers along the counter, a sleepy smile on her still somnolent face. She stopped for a moment and fed a macadamia nut to their parrot, Jolly Roger, brought home after the dog died. Eliza brought over two cups of coffee, sat down and poured milk into hers. ‘Bethany Rose…...
Introduction: A story of my favorite Fuck Toy Friday. Chocolate Cake I picked up my phone as I drove and dialed the number. Hello he said. Im on my way Good was his response. I turned onto his street and into his open garage. He shut the door behind me as I got out of my car. I walked to him and he reached out and patted my ass as we walked together into his house. This snowy weather sure sucks, and just listen to that wind I said to him. Yes he agreed its a good night to stay in...
We had met at a seminar the month before, and had been messaging and chatting since. She was 38, married with two teenage kids, starting to rebuild her career, having taken a break. I could see she was a go-getter, fiercely intelligent, and going to be successful. If I had vacancies in my company, I would have head hunted her. Instead, here we were on another course (long booked ahead), planning to meet at the hotel. She was about five-foot-eight, to my six-feet. She was half Scottish, half...
HumorIt all started with me in the kitchen baking a chocolate cake, I had bits of flour in my hair and on my face and even a speck of chocolate on the tip of my nose as I stood there in short shorts, over the knee black socks, tank top and a sweater that was zipped up halfway. My hair was pulled into a messy bun and had flour in it- it was mid afternoon when you walked in and leaned on the other side of the counter I was sitting on, you chuckled as you took in my appearance. "You still look...
First TimeCopyright © 2002, 2003 Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." Of course, that meant I needed to go to the store. I occasionally joke about having married into royalty. She tosses that "imperial we" around quite a bit. She was sitting in front of the computer when she made her pronouncement, so I wandered over to see what inspired my latest Saturday shopping trip. I fully expected to see virtualchocolate.com, or chocosphere.com or any of a dozen chocolate-related sites....
I had a 5 acre yard just outside a rural town with lots of trees around my place. This was a lot of work to keep up but I love to putter on the yard all weekend. My shop was across the yard from the house with trees in between so if anyone came to the house I would not notice unless they came to the shop. My wife went to her moms every Friday night and the kids had all moved out. I was 48 in fairly decent shape. I'd been in the shop for an hour when I had to take a pee. I would...
My lover, Patrick and I never meet up and have the same kind of sex, unless you call playful the same. We also don't really have many patterns and habits other than a whole lot of kissing and sucking and rubbing and sighing and laughing and ... you get the picture. Actually, I'm getting the picture all over again too and it's doing nice glowy things to me. I keep our little bag of toys and sometimes I bring them, sometimes I don't. If they're there, we might remember to use them, but often we...
Straight SexIntroduction: Becky comes back to sell more chocolates with her friend After lunch Becky and Nicole hopped on their bikes and cycled out to my place making plans as the came. If my wife came to the door they would try and sell her some chocolates and ask about chores in order to earn some spending money. Becky told Nicole not to let on that she had been there the evening before as she didnt know what I might have told my wife if anything. But how are we going to get Mr. Thomas to do anything...
I first met Jessie during the summer when she would come to the Senior League baseball games to watch her son play ball. I was the coach. As with most youth athletic programs, some parents come to the games, some don't, but as the season wore on and the team was winning ballgames, more of the moms were showing up and sitting in the stands behind our benchSeveral of the moms were hot and dressed the part with short cut-offs and halter tops, but Jessie is the one that always stood out, and I'd...
InterracialI picked up my phone as I drove and dialed the number. "Hello" he said. "I'm on my way" "Good" was his response. I turned onto his street and into his open garage. He shut the door behind me as I got out of my car. I walked to him and he reached out and patted my ass as we walked together into his house. "This snowy weather sure sucks, and just listen to that wind" I said to him. "Yes" he agreed "it's a good night to stay...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 * Epilog: September 4th, 1985 HONOLULU (AP) Rear Admiral James Ewart and his wife of over 50 years, Bethany Rose, died within moments of each other, Friday, August 30th at their home in Popukea. Although a fighter ace during World War One, the admiral and his wife were members of the Office of Naval Intelligence starting with the attack at Pearl Harbor and they kept their hand in as consultants until 1983. Services will be held at the...
‘Hello, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Peter Nathan. No doubt you’ve been hearing a lot of new names lately.’ He had seen her around the office for a few weeks. He thought she was kind of attractive, tall, about 5’7′ with small breasts and a lean build. He shook those thoughts from his head. He usually didn’t bother to meet new people for a while but he seemed to be walking by her fairly often, either on the way to the rest rooms or coming back from the coffee shop. He didn’t want...
Chapter 6 There’s no glory in death… Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Monday, December 28, 1931 At seven o’clock sharp, James sat down to the breakfast. Eliza, surprised to see him returning to his usual pattern, poured him a glass of cold fresh orange juice and went to fry a couple of pancakes and an egg, ‘sunny-side up.’ She glanced at him several times while the food was cooking, wondering if there was any significance to his early rising. As he finished his second...
In the tale, ‘Chocolate Kisses,’ the characters of this story, were introduced. That tale related a forbidden romance in Depression Era Los Angeles. James Ewart, 45, a World War One fighter ace whose children were viciously murdered. His wife, Catherine, committed suicide after becoming pregnant with the murderer’s child. Years later, he fell in love with Bethany Rose, a colored woman. Bethany Rose, 33, a college nursing student who dropped out due to the Depression. She and her Jimmy moved...
copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved 2011 Venice, California Tuesday, December 8th, 1931 James Ewart drove north along the coastline to Albert Kinney’s vanishing dream. Venice, built with such fanfare twenty-five years ago had become nothing more than the backwash of an oil field. In 1930, amid much enthusiasm, the Ohio Oil Company struck oil. While it boosted the local economy with new wealth, the physical degradation caused by the drilling just changed the nature of the area’s...