I closed my eyes, leaned back and swallowed! In sheer pleasure! My muscles rigid! My spine arched backward! I had only heard of the word ‘tingle’ but I was actually experiencing it! Yes! This was it! What dreams were made of! And I was actually in that moment! Feeling it all! Reaching a peak! And then peace! A moment every woman awaits longingly. To feel that rich pleasure in the pit of her stomach, that little sigh of pleasure as she savours it, closing her eyes, her head back, waiting to hear sweet nothings being whispered into her ears, her body curved in expectation, toes curling in, knees turning weak like jelly, her breath in her throat, awaiting its turn to exhale aaahhhh!
I ran my tongue over my suddenly dry lips, in anticipation of all that was coming. All that I was going to delight in, experience. I then bit my lips to stop the quivering in anticipation of the promising silken touch that will sweeten my senses, stroke my sensations, take me gliding up into the skies, through a mystical, magical voyage of discovery, the breeze caressing my face, my hair flying behind me, in gleeful abandonment of every sane thought that may cross my mind. No wonder every woman craved for this! Hungered for more! Nothing on Earth made her feel more at peace! The world was finally her oyster! She was home! In her rightful place!
The first touch against my lips, stirred my senses and I was sure I was turning into liquid! I let my tongue do the needful next. The sheer honeyed sweetness of it! Oh how could I let this go? I wanted more! Greedy for more I reached for more! I tingled as the touch travelled from the lip to the tongue. The raw potent power! Oh I was a slave! My half-opened eyes beckoned. My hand of its own volition reached for………more dark chocolate! It was from Switzerland and the best I’d ever had!