Choccy Milk Memes Novels & Stories

It rained for days after you left me as if the sky itself shared my grief. John Mark Green. * A U T U M N | Christmas Story Chocolate milk. I always had chocolate milk on Christmas since I was four years old and my mom brought it to me on Christmas morning. I knew it was silly of me to drink it now since I had no one to celebrate it with anymore, but I just felt that something was missing if I didn't have one.

The kids scurried away merrily, screeching and laughing. Jamal, Gemma, Logan and I were crammed up in one booth, our knees touching each other's while Shaun and Marilyn were sitting outside on the footpath. I had my typical lumpy milkshake- this time banana and caramel, Logan had a plain vanilla while Jamal and Gemma were biting in their respective cornetto- butterscotch and oreo. Uncle Desmond's wife thanked us, reminding me of the grandma I never had and as we exited the dairy with smiles on our faces despite the scorching heat, we were happy.

If I don’t…well, my wolf tends to get a bit testy. I spoon some food into my mouth, enjoying the taste, even if I don’t want it. It’s hard to admit that I like it when I adamantly don’t want to. Damn, seems like they put a good bit of brown sugar in it today. I’m just about to reach for my water when a glass is set in front of me, filled with chocolate milk. My mouth starts to salivate. Other than meat, this is something that I’ve been craving. For weeks. But just like the meat, anything rich has turned my stomach inside out.

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I said with a frown. "Ouch"he said feigning hurt. I moaned as the chocolatey goodness melted in my mouth. "This is good"I said. "You look like a child"he joked. I pouted. "Are you done?"i asked, taking the last gulp of my glass of milk "Almost"he replied, leaning back against his chair. He drank his milk and I laughed. "What's funny?"he asked amused. "You have a milk moustache"I said pointing to the white substance under his nose.

“I say we stuff ourselves with burgers and fries.” “A last meal of sorts?” I quip. His smirk is dark, amused. “Exactly.” I let out a chuff of laughter at the macabre joke. “I’m in. I’d kill for a milkshake.” Chloe leans back in her seat, stretching in that deliberately slow, teasing way she does when she wants attention. “I mean… I would’ve rather had a last-minute fuck in the back of the car,” she muses, tossing us a sideways glance. “You know, since we’ll be out in the woods.”

“No!” “Yes,” Landon said. “Someone titled it ‘Espresso Yourself—To Death.’ It’s got twelve thousand views already.” Suzi couldn’t breathe, laughing so hard tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Max! You’re going viral!” Max buried his face in his hands. “I swear, if anyone tags me…” “They already did,” Landon said. “Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.”

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

Eating around the browned parts of the apple, I lifted the carton of milk to my mouth and recoiled the second the chunky liquid hit my lips. It wasn’t just expired; it was cottage cheese level expired. I got the hell out of there fast after that, washing my mouth out using the water fountain just outside the doors. While I was bent over, straining my ears for anyone that dared to approach, I heard a group of female trainer’s giggling. “It’s a grand celebration, Cindy.” One tittered. Another chimed in, sighing dramatically. “One where there’s a chance to become a Luna—an actual Luna. Ugh, I just can’t believe it.”

Spit and precum drool down her chin in thick ropes, onto her tits, mixing with milk in a filthy cocktail. “Fuck, look at you,” I snarl, hips rolling. “Drooling like a cock-sleeve, tits spraying like a busted faucet. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little milk-whore.”