It’s purely a lustful relationship that we have. But it’s one sided. You give, I take.
We don’t ever speak.
We have no need for conversation.
I have you in the palm of my hand. Long, smooth, hard, velvety to the touch. My eyes trail over you hungrily as I crave you. It’s all I can do to contain my desire in public. Impatiently waiting for us to be alone so I can have my way with you.
Own you. Consume you.
I want you inside of me.
I bring you to my soft lips. My tongue darts out, slowly gliding over every inch of you.
mmmm….how I love this moment. The anticipation, the longing, and thrill of knowing I’m about to have my way.
I put you in my mouth. Sliding you out slowly. Feeling every ridge. Swirling my tongue around you, savouring the taste.
So sweet. So creamy.
An inner explosion erupts. I moan in ecstasy.
Then….
I bite down HARD.
aaahhh, chocolate!
…
and yes, I swallow.
