| Author: | Rosemary Van Turk | ISBN: | 1230000255807 |
| Publisher: | Mouse Anon | Publication: | July 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Rosemary Van Turk |
| ISBN: | 1230000255807 |
| Publisher: | Mouse Anon |
| Publication: | July 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
What's better than a naked man?
A naked man covered in chocolate.
Erin is a busty woman who has an obsession with chocolate and a fellow worker named Rob. Together, one day at work in a chocolate factory, they get locked inside. Will Erin’s fantasies come true with the hunky man of her dreams?
This 6000+ word erotic short includes graphic scenes of rough anal and oral sex and rimming, all involving nude bodies covered in warm thick chocolate.
Mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
With my chocolate-soaked hand, which was still warm and dripping thick smooth droplets to the floor from my fingertips, I reached up to his face and gently stroked his lips, turning them a chocolatey brown. I didn’t have to do all the work this time. Looking deep into my eyes, with the warm light from the ceiling reflecting a soft gleam off of his, he leaned forward and bent towards me.
I tasted chocolate once again. But this time, it was unlike any chocolate. It was not chocolate from a wrapper, or from a foil, or from a jar. I was eating fresh, warm chocolate straight off the lips of a man who was my biggest fantasy.
What's better than a naked man?
A naked man covered in chocolate.
Erin is a busty woman who has an obsession with chocolate and a fellow worker named Rob. Together, one day at work in a chocolate factory, they get locked inside. Will Erin’s fantasies come true with the hunky man of her dreams?
This 6000+ word erotic short includes graphic scenes of rough anal and oral sex and rimming, all involving nude bodies covered in warm thick chocolate.
Mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
With my chocolate-soaked hand, which was still warm and dripping thick smooth droplets to the floor from my fingertips, I reached up to his face and gently stroked his lips, turning them a chocolatey brown. I didn’t have to do all the work this time. Looking deep into my eyes, with the warm light from the ceiling reflecting a soft gleam off of his, he leaned forward and bent towards me.
I tasted chocolate once again. But this time, it was unlike any chocolate. It was not chocolate from a wrapper, or from a foil, or from a jar. I was eating fresh, warm chocolate straight off the lips of a man who was my biggest fantasy.
