SEX WITH NO CHOCOLATE
“Once upon a girl there was a good time.”
“You’re sex mad, you can’t start a story with that.”
“Why not, Monica? Most girls like sexy tales.”
“That’s not our audience, is it Wayne?”
“But girls love reading stories about sex with vampires, sex with blokes, even sex with each other.”
“We agreed that our joint tale would be about young novices meeting fairies in a nunnery.”
“Who cares if it’s a girls only orgy? So long as we don’t get in the habit.” Wayne laughed.
Testosterone is a wicked thing, thought Monica, as she kicked him in the nuts.
CHOCOLATE WITH NO SEX
The tiny beads of sweat ran down her forehead, over her nose and cheeks, eventually ending on her pert chin.
Could she, should she, dare she even consider giving in to the desire building inside her heaving breasts? Her heart was pumping fresh blood. A gentle flush of her neck soon merged into one large crimson lake as she looked into the deep blue eyes of her man.
“I know it’s your first time, so are you really sure you want to do this?”
Her arms stretched forward longingly.
She grabbed the bar of Toblerone and ran from the shop.