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charisstomaTitle: Tasty Treatment (mature)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 859
http://www.foodtimeline.org/foodcandy.html#chocolate
Finally got around to Saskia’s plunny that had been languishing in my to do file.
I apologize to everyone.
There's probably errors. Ignore them and tell me later.
“You lost love. Now be good and close your eyes.”
“It would be helpful if I could see to remove my clothing.”
“Unnecessary,” a soft silk length was tenderly placed taking away all sight, “I’ll be unwrapping my package and decorating it myself.” There was a smile in Anthony’s voice.
Stephen sighed and held his arms up when told, allowing nimble hands to remove each piece of clothing efficiently with a few kisses placed that sent a shiver of arousal through him. He could hear the snap of the fire in the hearth, the sound more focused due to the loss of one of his senses. Finally he stood bare, the heat of the flames warming the side of him faced toward it, his front of course. Anthony favored like that view, though he said any view of him naked was his favorite.
“Beautiful,” Anthony said and Stephen snorted.
“Oh for that you will suffer,” was threatened irreverently and Stephen would have snorted again except there was a hand grasping him, pulling long strokes to put the rigid tongue on his wagon. A tongue that was used to as a handle leading him, if he guessed the direction correctly, towards the heavy wooden table set off to the side of the hearth.
The table’s slick smooth hardness bit into the small of his back. Yes, he’d guessed correctly. Now what?
“Give me a little jump, love,” gave Stephen his answer his ass came up onto the planks, there was a cloth under him and he learned why hearing Anthony, “lay back now.”
The cloth shifted slightly as he was pulled by his arms until his length matched the table’s. Silk rope came around his wrists fastening them together and tying them to someplace underneath his platform. The same was done to his ankles though more loosely and his ankles were not together but spread as if on display, which Stephen supposed was true and meant. Another rope from armpit to armpit affixed his upper torso flat and his thighs were tethered individually apart yet linked below the table’s surface. He snorted again.
“Problem love,” was asked.
His, “Just thinking that I and a Christmas goose have much in common; all trussed up and waiting to be stuffed and then eaten,” brought a laugh from Tony.
“True, very apt analogy except you’ll be much noisier, I think, in your preparation.”
It was true indeed for Stephen couldn’t hold in the moans as he was brought to full aching hardness. Tony did have talented hands. It was starting as silk cloth lifted the roundness of his eggs high against his cock leaving his cock to stand pointed upward. What was Tony planning?
Something flattish and crumbly was wedged tween his cock and balls and a warm sticky liquid drizzled over it all until it dribbled irritatingly down the valley beneath them.
“I had my chef make this up specially for us, though what he must have thought my wanting a sauce made from biting chocolate I do not know. I’m not going to tell either,” Anthony laughed applying a line of the viscous liquid in swirls up from his starting point to pool in Stephen’s naval and further up to curl around and over his nipples.
“Now the question is where to start,” a dainty lapping occurred at the tiny slit mouth that Stephen tried to arch into, “or here,” suction was applied to one coated nipple, “or do I want to nibble a bit? I have several cookies to replace this one when I’ve eaten it away.”
Down at his balls was a licking, teeth grazing lightly as the crumbs were created to stick into the lower presented spheres. The liquid chocolate sauce was replaced whenever it and the crumbs had been licked off. Steven was whimpering by the time he’d experienced his third cookie, the flavor being shared in kisses leaving smudges of the treat for his tongue to taste. The sauce was chased and suckled from all the niches and points it had been placed, the last from his cock that after that first teasing had been ignored. Stephen had not been silent, moans and pleas escaping around the ardent caressing presses to his lips.
Anthony’s disappearance drew a groan from Stephen surely he wouldn’t be left like this, hard and wanting. The rope at his wrists released suddenly and he remembered how good Anthony had been as a child with their play at being pirates tying knots. The cloth slid him closer to the end of the table until his hips dangled off the edge. A finger laden with warm liquid was smeared around and into his hole, one finger returning with a second and with more to the sticky liquid pressing in and loosening his entrance. He felt Tony line himself up and slowly ease himself in until he could go no deeper. Stephen was stuffed to fullness and groaned but not just from this.
Tony leaned forward and whispered, “The sauce is a thinner type of fudge if allowed to cool and harden. You know what that means,” he chortled, “time to pack some fudge.”
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 859
http://www.foodtimeline.org/foodcandy.html#chocolate
Finally got around to Saskia’s plunny that had been languishing in my to do file.
I apologize to everyone.
There's probably errors. Ignore them and tell me later.
“You lost love. Now be good and close your eyes.”
“It would be helpful if I could see to remove my clothing.”
“Unnecessary,” a soft silk length was tenderly placed taking away all sight, “I’ll be unwrapping my package and decorating it myself.” There was a smile in Anthony’s voice.
Stephen sighed and held his arms up when told, allowing nimble hands to remove each piece of clothing efficiently with a few kisses placed that sent a shiver of arousal through him. He could hear the snap of the fire in the hearth, the sound more focused due to the loss of one of his senses. Finally he stood bare, the heat of the flames warming the side of him faced toward it, his front of course. Anthony favored like that view, though he said any view of him naked was his favorite.
“Beautiful,” Anthony said and Stephen snorted.
“Oh for that you will suffer,” was threatened irreverently and Stephen would have snorted again except there was a hand grasping him, pulling long strokes to put the rigid tongue on his wagon. A tongue that was used to as a handle leading him, if he guessed the direction correctly, towards the heavy wooden table set off to the side of the hearth.
The table’s slick smooth hardness bit into the small of his back. Yes, he’d guessed correctly. Now what?
“Give me a little jump, love,” gave Stephen his answer his ass came up onto the planks, there was a cloth under him and he learned why hearing Anthony, “lay back now.”
The cloth shifted slightly as he was pulled by his arms until his length matched the table’s. Silk rope came around his wrists fastening them together and tying them to someplace underneath his platform. The same was done to his ankles though more loosely and his ankles were not together but spread as if on display, which Stephen supposed was true and meant. Another rope from armpit to armpit affixed his upper torso flat and his thighs were tethered individually apart yet linked below the table’s surface. He snorted again.
“Problem love,” was asked.
His, “Just thinking that I and a Christmas goose have much in common; all trussed up and waiting to be stuffed and then eaten,” brought a laugh from Tony.
“True, very apt analogy except you’ll be much noisier, I think, in your preparation.”
It was true indeed for Stephen couldn’t hold in the moans as he was brought to full aching hardness. Tony did have talented hands. It was starting as silk cloth lifted the roundness of his eggs high against his cock leaving his cock to stand pointed upward. What was Tony planning?
Something flattish and crumbly was wedged tween his cock and balls and a warm sticky liquid drizzled over it all until it dribbled irritatingly down the valley beneath them.
“I had my chef make this up specially for us, though what he must have thought my wanting a sauce made from biting chocolate I do not know. I’m not going to tell either,” Anthony laughed applying a line of the viscous liquid in swirls up from his starting point to pool in Stephen’s naval and further up to curl around and over his nipples.
“Now the question is where to start,” a dainty lapping occurred at the tiny slit mouth that Stephen tried to arch into, “or here,” suction was applied to one coated nipple, “or do I want to nibble a bit? I have several cookies to replace this one when I’ve eaten it away.”
Down at his balls was a licking, teeth grazing lightly as the crumbs were created to stick into the lower presented spheres. The liquid chocolate sauce was replaced whenever it and the crumbs had been licked off. Steven was whimpering by the time he’d experienced his third cookie, the flavor being shared in kisses leaving smudges of the treat for his tongue to taste. The sauce was chased and suckled from all the niches and points it had been placed, the last from his cock that after that first teasing had been ignored. Stephen had not been silent, moans and pleas escaping around the ardent caressing presses to his lips.
Anthony’s disappearance drew a groan from Stephen surely he wouldn’t be left like this, hard and wanting. The rope at his wrists released suddenly and he remembered how good Anthony had been as a child with their play at being pirates tying knots. The cloth slid him closer to the end of the table until his hips dangled off the edge. A finger laden with warm liquid was smeared around and into his hole, one finger returning with a second and with more to the sticky liquid pressing in and loosening his entrance. He felt Tony line himself up and slowly ease himself in until he could go no deeper. Stephen was stuffed to fullness and groaned but not just from this.
Tony leaned forward and whispered, “The sauce is a thinner type of fudge if allowed to cool and harden. You know what that means,” he chortled, “time to pack some fudge.”
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Date: 2013-08-02 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-02 06:55 pm (UTC)*snickering* Her little plunny waited soooooo long for me to do anything with it. Now she sorry, I'm sure. She wanted kisses and cuddles and chocolate. hahahahahah
This is the famous Chocolate Sauce that I've posted. It uses cocoa powder which has been available for a long time and yes it is, per my Mother, a thinned down version of a fudge recipe. We never used it like that. It didn't last that long.
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Date: 2013-08-02 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-02 07:45 pm (UTC)Yes she should.
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Date: 2013-08-10 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-10 06:09 pm (UTC)I have the recipe for the chocolate syrup. It's very good over ice cream.
Stephen and Anthony aren't musing at me right now. Nothing is. *sighs* Maybe a bath after... hmm
Hot Chocolate Syrup if you wanted to try this. I has no calories either. *Big Toothy Innocent Grin* (http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/198513.html)