Chocolate Stories

After a tough day at the office, I pulled up to my girlfriend's house, looking for nice dinner, a blowjob then some good night's sleep. I knocked on the door, as I undid my tie. "Welcome hon.." Megan greeted me with her usual soft, feminine voice and gave me a hug. She looked different. A dark green gown flowed from the shoulders of her petite body up to her knees. A large slit on her chest reveled her tan cleavage, closi...

It all started with me in the kitchen baking a chocolate cake, I had bits of flour in my hair and on my face and even a speck of chocolate on the tip of my nose as I stood there in short shorts, over the knee black socks, tank top and a sweater that was zipped up halfway. My hair was pulled into a messy bun and had flour in it- it was mid afternoon when you walked in and leaned on the other side of the counter I was sitti...

“Close your eyes,” Kyle whispers to me. Sitting at a small table in a quiet corner of the fondue restaurant, we have just finished dinner and the dessert is sitting in front of us: a variety of fruits and a sinful pot of melted chocolate. The food was fantastic, and the company and conversation were even better. We have laughed and talked about everything and nothing for the last two hours. Now he’s looking at me intently...

“Come on over here and get comfortable while I think up a story,” I suggested to Vanessa. “I know I’m not allowed to play with your pussy while I tell it, but what about your boobs. Can I play with those. I need something to inspire me.” “Well,” Vanessa considered, “normally that would be totally against the rules. But if you admit that you have lost totally already and that I am the absolute winner, then all rules can be...

“It’s time for lunch! Strip off, lie on the table and spread your legs.” “Are you serious?” “I'm gonna have lunch and YOU are the main course!” “Are you serious?” “Strip and lie on the table!” I command. “I'm going to the kitchen to get some things.” “What are you going to get from the kitchen?” “Lie on your back on the table… You’ll see.” In a few moments I return from the kitchen with a pressurized can of whipped cream,...