Chocolate Poems Novels & Stories

Illegal-in-some-countries chocolate, with a forbidden taste of ecstasy. The chef kissed my irresistible flavours. The guard hesitated, jaw clenched from parting in defeat. I saw it. That small flicker of weakness in his expression. It was just a matter of time before he gave in now. “Triple-layer cake,” I said casually, pushing further through his walls. “Belgian cocoa with no fondant…. because I do have standards.” Another silence hung loosely in the air. I sighed, already thinking of bringing out the strawberry flavour back there, when suddenly, Mr Frowning spoke with surprise: “You didn’t say it was chocolate. Mrs Julliard loves those.”

I closed my eyes. I hated how good it felt. His palms worked down to my lower back, then my thighs. My body melted under him. My mind didn’t. He leaned close. “Better?” I nodded, too dazed to answer out loud. He broke a piece of the chocolate and pressed it gently to my lips. I opened my mouth, let the taste melt on my tongue, dark, bittersweet, spiced with something I couldn’t name. He let his fingers linger just a second longer at the corner of my mouth.

Which annoyed him to no end. “You’re sweet and tempting, with a chance of being spicy.” Amber thought she could say this, and he’d accept it as flirting. He figured she said it to take the sting out of her earlier words. Amber tried to fix what she didn’t understand. “Chocolate can be bitter, or salty as well.” Heath reminded her chocolate wasn’t only sweet or spicy. It could be salty and bitter. “Now you’re being mean.” Amber paused and frowned. “I’m not sure if you’re being mean to me or yourself. Heath, is there more to this than temporary cold feet?”

I felt him rubbing the rest chocolate on my ass and down to my pussy. “Now what a nice chocolate pussy.” He mouth in my pussy and I couldn’t help but moan. It did help relieve the pain and I did wish that his mouth was also on my tits. I knew I was crazy. He suck on my tenderness, having me feeling more better and I was glad that he didn’t try fucking me. It seemed like he enjoyed the chocolate more better on my core, because he smudged another round of chocolate on me. I moaned like the helpless teenager I was, were I was craving for more.

Whenever he tried to make me talk, I'd silence him, calling him a sadistic anti-chocolate man for not letting me enjoy my drink. That brought us to our present, with me intentionally moaning loud at the taste of this insanely delicious hot chocolate while the devil sat beside me with narrowed eyes. His cup was still untouched and I was itching to steal it for myself. Would that really be stealing, though? I mean, the man clearly had no interest in drinking that.

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He pulled his fingers from the bowl and they dripped with dark, melted chocolate. She watched with no small amount of trepidation as he circled one of her nipples with the chocolate. She closed her eyes as the warm, thick liquid caused her nipple to pucker and her stomach to flutter. He continued to draw on her with the warm chocolate. He did a figure-eight around her breasts and then dragged his fingers down the center of her stomach, ending at her belly button. He dipped his fingers again and then traced her lips with the concoction. She couldn’t help but lick at the chocolate and the bitterest flavor of dark chocolate and raspberries burst across her tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes

“I’m a Prince, Everleigh. You think it wasn’t beaten into me at a young age to not accept treats with strange provenance? Especially those which are admittedly medicinal?” I roll my eyes again and snatch one of the cakes, popping it into my mouth and beginning to chew. “See? It’s not poison. Probably.” I go a bit still, suddenly surprised by the absolute deliciousness of the flavors burst onto my tongue. Chocolate and mint – balanced and sweet. I press my fingers to my lips against my smile, truly delighted at Margot’s talents. I look up to see Auden quiet, studying me with that stern, handsome face. I stare back. “Are you waiting to see if I croak or something?”