Smut for Chocoholics is all about indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.
Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Giselle Renarde, Lexie Bay, Annabeth Leong, Lily Harlem, Violet Fields, Nicole Gestalt, Tamsin Flowers, Tenille Brown, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk and Lucy Felthouse
“Where to start?” he mumbles, gaze focused on the chocs in the box.
“Okay, let’s see which of us is the hottest.” He raises his eyebrows then winks at me. I giggle nervously, wondering where this will lead. “The winner gets to pick the next chocolate from the box.” I nod and watch him pull off his tie and confidently unfastens the top button of his shirt. It is fairly warm in the flat but I don’t think it’s hot enough to need to strip off. He continues to undo the buttons and suddenly I feel incredibly hot and want to remove my own top to cool off. His chest is lightly flecked with dark hair, his nipples are the colour of his kiss-heated lips and his skin is the same shade as the homemade nougat in my best selling chocolate covered bar. I know I am staring but I can’t help it and he doesn’t seem to mind. When his shirt is removed he starts on mine. My heart thumps, he plucks open the black material and reveals my pink skin beneath. I am the colour of our natural peach creams mixed with a hint of the strawberry where the flesh over my heart flushes with sexual tension.
He removes my top completely. I can still feel his gentle fingers slipping down the centre of my chest even though he isn’t touching me anymore. He picks up the chocolate truffle from the box and places it on top of my left breast. He leans back and places the other just beside his left nipple.
“We’ll give it a few minutes, then we’ll see whose chocolate is more melted.”
I’m fairly confident it will be mine, my skin feels like a layer of fire and I can already feel the crisp chocolate changing to something slicker.
“I’ve never played this game before,” I break the heavy silence, trying hard to seem blasé about all this.
“Neither have I, I just made it up to get your top off.”
I had to laugh at his easy audacity.
“Well, it’s worked well so far,” I reply with an easy smile.
“And it’s about to get better.” He picks up his chocolate, there’s a slight sheen to his chest, but his chocolate hasn’t melted that much. He pops the choc into his mouth, moans gently then picks mine up off my chest and presses it to my lips. I open slowly, feeling his fingers brush against me, my heart quickening. As the deep cocoa goodness and sweet truffle centre occupy my taste buds I am overwhelmed to feel Max kissing where that truffle had just rested.
The kiss turned to licks and the licks to sucks and I shamelessly arch my back to press more of my breast to his mouth. I like this game, a lot.
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