It s Not the Size That Counts Ch 05
I have always loved chocolate. It’s probably my favorite food ever. I’m fairly sure that I could happily exist on nothing but chocolate, for weeks. I’d probably die young, but I’d die happy. Steven had figured this out early on in our relationship, I’d had chocolate cheese cake at dinner one evening, and just about had an orgasm in the restaurant while slowly savouring each bite. It had been a constant source of teasing since then, he would wonder out loud whether I was a chocosexual. I, of...