The Chocolate Touch Novels & Stories

Smooth with a bit of spice as you swallow it. “This is the best wine I have ever tasted,” I say to Dionysus, who is watching us intently. “I am so glad you like it. The owner of the vineyard sends his regards. This is for later, when you are in a more private setting,” Dionysus places a single wrapped piece of chocolate on the table in front of me, “Compliments of the vineyard owner.” I pick up the golden wrapper and see a little lightning bolt imprinted on the side, “Than-”

I’m here in the living room, bored watching a movie. It's been two days since Logan left. I was tired of getting up to grab a snack from the refrigerator. I grabbed yogurt and chocolates. I went back to the living room to watch again. I was just dumbfounded watching TV while eating. I just came back to reality when I bit my tongue. "Ouch!" I complained and stopped eating. I looked at the chocolate I was eating and I didn’t know why I accidentally put it on the table.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion and he crashed his lips against mine, trapping the sound in his mouth. “Hmm, so fucking wet for me”. He hummed against my lips, tightening his grip on my neck as he fucked me with his finger. I gripped the edge of the pool table using it as leverage as I rocked back against his finger. I lowered my gaze to where our bodies met and my lips trembled at the sight of his finger moving inside and outside of me. I was aware of him watching my every movement but I was too drunk with pleasure to care. His mouth fell on my breasts and I moaned when his lips latched on a nipple and sucked it into his mouth as he replaced a finger with two.

Her body shook as it absorbed his gentle touch. He abruptly split her legs, lifting the right one to the chair's opposite arm. "Hmm," he grumbled as he considered what he was about to do to her gorgeous pussy. He inserted his finger into her pussy and slowly took it out to taste her. He dove in between her knees, his head between her thighs, saying, "Tastier indeed." As his lips touched her clit, she trembled, closed her eyes and sighing softly. She soon had his head pressed against her as he proceeded to flick his tongue across her clit and softly nibble on her pussy lips.

They were in a small purple bowl. Out of curiosity he reached out and picked one of them up. He examined it thoroughly and saw nothing special about them. He remembered that the children had eaten them hence he placed them in his mouth. His eyes widen with surprise when the sweet taste of the candy assaulted his tongue. It was the most delicious tasty thing he had ever tasted in his life. Eager to get more sweetness in his tongue he could wait for it to dissolve slowly in his mouth and used his tongue to crush the candy in his mouth.

Eyes dark now, not just playful. “You’ve been wound tighter than my dough all night,” he murmured. “What happens if you let go for five minutes?” Her breath caught. “I don’t… let go.” Leo’s hand came up slowly, brushing a streak of flour from her cheek with his thumb. The touch lingered. “Maybe you should. Starting with this.” Before she could protest, he dipped two fingers into a bowl of warm chocolate ganache and held them to her lips. “Try it. Tell me if it’s perfect enough for your spreadsheet.”

The moment Raymond's gaze landed on my chest, his breath hitched. "What happened? Who did this to you?" I ran my fingers across my scars. "This, you mean?" I continued, "These are the cigarette burns the love of your life left on me. Or are you asking about this? "She carved the word 'slut' into my skin with a penknife. She said I was born one, so it's only right for her to remind me of my identity."

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

The heat that had been dully throbbing inside me flared, and I ground myself into her hand, unable to resist the feelings it sent through my body. "Ooh, what's this?" Her fingers left my body and I whined in protest. She giggled and crawled around my body until she was sitting in front of me. "Look what I found..." Her hand reached out to my breast, and I saw that she had a small stick of chocolate the shop used for certain ice creams. She pressed it to my breast and slowly drew a circle around my nipple. The chocolate was easily melted by my body heat, and she leaned in to lick up the smudges before flicking my nipple with her tongue. I watched her the entire time, turned on by the lust-fil

"Do you agree to my request?" She let her towel fall loose to the ground and stepped out of it, making sure to keep eye contact with mine as she pressed her naked body on mine. She guided my hands to the precipice of her dripping cunt and slowly rocked herself on my fingers. "Touch me, Mr. Martinez," She purred, biting down on her lower lip. Without warning, like a dog in heat, I plunged my fingers inside her and she gasped, letting out a loud moan that filled the room. I stroked her deeper as she held on tightly to me.