Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

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.

I could lose my job,” Gwen lamented, running her eyes around to check if we were the only ones here. ​I chuckled, threw a tiny square box of chocolate into my mouth, and chewed slowly. The rich, velvety texture melted on my tongue. The flavors unfolded: sweet, creamy, and a hint of bitterness. Just how I like it. I closed my eyes as the feeling of nostalgia transported me to a cozy place, to my childhood and how my mother always gave me sweet treats. ​Good times indeed. ​I opened my eyes, took another piece of chocolate, and repeated the same process. I could swear Gwen’s eyes were so focused on me that I couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh.

Silence settled over them as Camden felt for the chocolate bar in her pocket, crinkling the wrapper. It was empty. She must have finished it and not realized it, she thought with disappointment. "What was that?" Clayton asked, the noise sounding out of place. "Chocolate wrapper," she declared, not feeling it necessary to show him the evidence. He scoffed, "Of course it is," he whispered as she wrapped her arm around him once more.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

My world narrowed to the feel of him grasping my pussy in his closed palm, and the masculine, heady feeling that crept over me made my thought process splinter and disappear. I felt something warm being poured over me. It was the melted chocolate I recognized when I raised my head to inspect. Hunter was already looking at me. His eyes held my mind in a lock while his big hands spread the chocolate all over and in between my pússy lips. And while I was looking at him, he ever so sensuously lowered down and began eating the chocolate off my pússy with his gaze fixed on mine.

she purred. Unable to refuse since it would mean opening my mouth anyway, i did as i was told. As soon as the cube landed on my tongue, the chocolate melted. I didn’t even needed to chew. He hummed in pleasure. “Good, huh?” “Yes,” i said. He gave me his half-full champagne i took it gratefully, swallowing the rest of its contents in one swig. It might not have been the smartest decision to be taking a drink from the glass of a complete stranger, but the chocolate left a mediciney aftertaste that i wanted to get rid of. It was like drinking cough syrup but sweeter.

"Is he courting you or what?" "I don't really know about his intentions on me." She was about to bite the chocolate when I stopped her. " Why?" she asked disappointedly. " I think you shouldn't leisurely eat those. We don't know where it from. Maybe it's poisonous." I stated. "It hasn't been opened yet so how can they put poison on it?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "I don't know. People got some lots of techniques to harm people nowadays. It's not impossible."

It had the same chocolate being displayed. “A unique flavor, is it?” the corner of her lips curled a little. “But is it good enough to be called the origin of sweetness? If you’re not careful when cooking, you’ll burn your hands, son. I believe that this particular chocolate does not have what it takes to become popular. Then you’ll see that Elena is a bringer of bad luck.”

"You cannot ask about prison visits while the ganache is setting! The chocolate will sense the negative energy and seize!" His tone sounded unpleasant."The chocolate will... sense negative energy?" "Chocolate is temperamental," Sophie explained with the patient tone of someone educating a particularly slow child. "Like a beautiful woman or a fine wine or a Swiss bank account. It must be treated with respect and proper timing, or it will punish you for your insolence." Alexander giggled, the sound bright and musical in the sugar-scented air. "Sophie says chocolate has feelings!" "All food has feelings, mon petit," Sophie said seriously. "This is why American cuisine is so tragically bland. Yo