Im sitting here writing this blog with the aroma of chocolate oozing from every pore in my poor aching body. It all began this evening when I visted my gent in his hotel in central London, he had told me beforehand to be prepared for a surprise, he wanted something a little kinky but not too bad, so liking a bit of fun I set off in anticipation of things to come.
The appointment started well, my gent for the evening was gorgeous and he was pleased that I was wearing his request of traditional black corset, fully fashioned seamed stockings with traditional, six suspenders.
We started with a couple of glasses of bubbly, reclining easily on the kingsize bed chatting, intermingled with soft kissing and caresses. Things started to get a bit warmer when my gent suggested we stop and I should take a look in the bathroom .. to my absolute amazement standing in huge piles against the wall was over a hundred mega-size bars of Cadburys milk chocolate .. this was the kinky plan. Each bar had to be melted gently in a microwave which he brought with him especially for the event, I was to lay in the bath and let him pour the oodles of melted chocolate all over me, what a sensation this was, especially when it was a little too hot when poured over my nipples.
Thankfully this was a longer than average booking so it gave him time to unwrap the huge bars and melt and pour them over my naked body. Once all the bars were melted my gent stripped down to his birthday suit and joined me in the bath. What a fabulous feeling it is writhing around in melted chocolate that is nearly up to your neck, tasting, licking, and feeding it to each other. So enjoyable infact that we didn’t realise that the chocolate had started to set, before long we could hardly move, everytime one of us tried to get up we would slip down again and within an hour we had set solid. It was like being cast in cement, I was panic striken and my gent was none too happy by now, we were held together, legs entangled by the pure weight of the solid confectionery.
Whatever does one do in such a situation, top London hotel, married client, one buxom strumpet, set together in a bath of solid Cadburies Dairy Milk. After a lot of umming and aaaing the only thing we could do was to yell, and yell we did, we caused such a racket that before long three members of staff arrived and thankfully managed to let themselves in with a skeleton key.
The site they were greeted with was second to none, the look of horrified amusement on their faces will stay with me forever along with the cringing embarrassment on my behalf.
The staff after composing themselves suggested the fire brigade was called but naturally my married gent could not have such a circus performance on his secret liason. A blow torch was suggested and that is what they did. As we sat in our chocolate tomb one of the porters (extremely red faced I might add) blow torched the chocolate until at long last we could free ourselves from our chocolate overcoats.
To keep the staff sweet we ended up paying them a huge tip but they refused what was left of the remaining bars of chocolate.
I dont blame them, I will never be able to look another square of chocolate in the face again!
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