[HEADING=2]Hot Chocolate[/HEADING]
Taking a sip of the creamy hot chocolate he could feel the warmth of it in his throat, tantilising his senses as it ran down into his stomach. The rich, sweet aroma drifted from the top of the mug to his nose, making him feel light headed.
He took another sip, his muscles relaxing as the smooth milk ran over them, oozing delight, causing him to go into a state of orgasmic shock. Placing the mug down, he let out a loud moan of pleasure as he felt an amazing sensation throughout his whole body. His body convulsed and his fingers and toes tingled with satisfaction.
After he had stopped shaking, he extended his arm, placed his hand around the mug, and brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth and greedily took a large gulp of the thick, malty liquid. Every sense he had, every feeling, was bliss. He had never felt like this before; he wanted to drink it endlessly. Then he realised, this was it, he was in love.
His wife came into the room and he withdrew the mug from his lips. Watching her from across the room, he said to her casually, yet in a stern tone “It’s over, we’re finished, I have a new love now.” He started stroking the mug and diverted his full attention to it. He did not hear his wife repeatedly asking why, he did not see her storm out of the room, nor did he hear the door slam. He was deaf and blind to his surroundings. The hot chocolate had consumed him.
Just before he was about to take another sip of the liquid ecstasy, the phone rang. He placed the mug down on the table in front of him and reached over it, to get the phone. As he was reaching over, his wallet fell out of his pocket and knocked the side of the mug. It toppled from the table and shattered as it hit the floor; the remaining contents sprayed all over the place. Tears began forming in his eyes and his heart sank. His love affair was over.
Thus this ends a truly orgasmic tale, which failed to reach it’s climax. It turned into an anti-climax.
Eulogy:
R.I.P. Hot chocolate. How I am completely shattered by your passing. You will always have a place in my heart and in my mouth. The fact that our climax was not reached is undeniably despairing. You shall be in my fantasies every day and every night, but for now, rest in peace, my friend.
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Critism is welcome.
Taking a sip of the creamy hot chocolate he could feel the warmth of it in his throat, tantilising his senses as it ran down into his stomach. The rich, sweet aroma drifted from the top of the mug to his nose, making him feel light headed.
He took another sip, his muscles relaxing as the smooth milk ran over them, oozing delight, causing him to go into a state of orgasmic shock. Placing the mug down, he let out a loud moan of pleasure as he felt an amazing sensation throughout his whole body. His body convulsed and his fingers and toes tingled with satisfaction.
After he had stopped shaking, he extended his arm, placed his hand around the mug, and brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth and greedily took a large gulp of the thick, malty liquid. Every sense he had, every feeling, was bliss. He had never felt like this before; he wanted to drink it endlessly. Then he realised, this was it, he was in love.
His wife came into the room and he withdrew the mug from his lips. Watching her from across the room, he said to her casually, yet in a stern tone “It’s over, we’re finished, I have a new love now.” He started stroking the mug and diverted his full attention to it. He did not hear his wife repeatedly asking why, he did not see her storm out of the room, nor did he hear the door slam. He was deaf and blind to his surroundings. The hot chocolate had consumed him.
Just before he was about to take another sip of the liquid ecstasy, the phone rang. He placed the mug down on the table in front of him and reached over it, to get the phone. As he was reaching over, his wallet fell out of his pocket and knocked the side of the mug. It toppled from the table and shattered as it hit the floor; the remaining contents sprayed all over the place. Tears began forming in his eyes and his heart sank. His love affair was over.
Thus this ends a truly orgasmic tale, which failed to reach it’s climax. It turned into an anti-climax.
Eulogy:
R.I.P. Hot chocolate. How I am completely shattered by your passing. You will always have a place in my heart and in my mouth. The fact that our climax was not reached is undeniably despairing. You shall be in my fantasies every day and every night, but for now, rest in peace, my friend.
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Critism is welcome.
