The Chocolate Touch Novels & Stories

“I’ve been waiting all night to do this.” The kiss started slow but quickly heated up when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and it became a battle of the spit. His hands slid under my shirt and teased the hem of my bra before it was ripped over my head, my pants followed not long after. His expert hands explored every inch of my body and lit every particle of skin ablaze until I was a sweaty hot mess against the sheets. I was panting like a dog and writhing like a snake, my legs locked up long ago as he pumped into me and brought me to blissful ecstasy over and over again.

He dipped his finger again, spreading the chocolate on her neck. His tongue followed, licking and nipping at her sensitive skin. Ivy's head tilted back, her eyes closing in bliss. Victor's mouth traversed her exposed skin, leaving a path of chocolate and kisses. Her cheek, shoulder, hand—no area was left untouched. His lips returned to hers, his tongue teasing her mouth open. Ivy's fingers curled around his wrist, holding him close. Victor's touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. As he dipped his finger again, Ivy's eyes snapped open.

she breathed against his mouth. He chuckled, nipping at her lower lip. "What a way to go, though." His hand trailed down her stomach, leaving a sticky trail of chocolate. Emily's breath caught in her throat as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, each touch sending electricity through her body. "Spread for me," Lucas whispered. She parted her legs without hesitation, her body aching with need. He trailed chocolate up her inner thigh, his touch deliberately slow, deliberately teasing. Each inch felt like torture - delicious, unbearable torture.

“How do you feel after these?” I fidgeted. “A little uncomfortable.” His smile deepened. “That would be the aphrodisiac in the chocolate.” Then he sucked it into his mouth and swallowed it. My mouth dropped open. “Why are you doing this? I thought you said you wouldn’t touch me until after the divorce.” “Who said anything about touching you?” he said, his voice dipping low. “I can look at you, Sansa, and you can get all the pleasure you ever wanted.”

Alex’s footsteps stopped just inside the doorway. “Lock it,” I said. The soft snick of the bolt sliding home was the only answer I needed. I tipped the carton. Thick chocolate poured in a deliberate, luxurious line across the upper curve of my right breast, then the left, catching on the peaked tips and sliding down the undersides in glossy paths. It felt cold and decadent against skin already flushed warm. I looked up through my lashes. “Bad boy,” I whispered. “Come suck this up.”

She reached for the bowl of melted chocolate on the nightstand, scooping a generous handful. Kneeling between his legs, she smeared the warm, sticky chocolate up and down his throbbing length, coating every inch from the swollen head to his heavy balls. Rivulets dripped off as she stroked him firmly, making his cock twitch in her grip. 'Now suck it clean,' he commanded, fisting her hair. Celine dove in eagerly, lips wrapping around his chocolate-covered tip.

I open my mouth, but he places the chocolate on my chest, on my bare skin. then leans down to lick it. I shiver. He removes my bra, then he places the chocolate on my left nipple and starts to lick it. He nibbles my breast, I moan. This sensation is magical. He repeats the action, again and again. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer to me to deepen his touch. I caress his chest. He takes my hands away: - You are not allowed to touch me. I am frustrated. He lays me down on the sofa.

I said. Then he groaned more, somehow growing even harder. To test my theory, I reached up on the table to grab the chocolate. I dipped my finger in the bowl, making sure it wouldn't be too hot. After all, this was supposed to be a pleasant experience. It wouldn't end well if I burned his p*nis. Very carefully, I started covering him in the chocolate. He just sat back, completely relaxed, letting me work. He twitched every now and then at my touch, but he didn't rush me. He wanted to experience this just as much as I did.

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

that everyone has, it's just that she's too sensitive. - Um, um. The first sounds rang out, so Riffen took advantage of the opportunity. That finger continued to gently touch and then play with those two small lotus seeds. Then he used his whole hand to dive into Doris's overflowing breasts one by one. The smile on Riffen's face seemed to be extremely excited. But on the contrary, because Doris was tied up, her whole body was uncomfortable, but following Riffen's movements, she shivered all over.