Triple
Chocolate ©
By Michael
Casey
It just has
to be chocolate, of course it has to be chocolate, nothing else will do. Ask
any girl, ask any woman, CHOCOLATE is always the answer. I sent the girls up
the road to buy a few things in Aldi, its cheap but always nice, so I like
Aldi, when I’m rich it’ll be Sainsburys. So off they went, it was a nice sunny
Saturday today, Spring had sprung, not as nice as Malta but nice, very nice
after our bad extended Winter.
Two hours
later the girls were back, the stationary shop had enticed them in, my big
daughter wanted refills for her pen, 50 refills for 2 quid not so bad, she was
spending her choir pay. The Anglicans give choir pay, me and my brothers were
altar boys and we got nothing. My sister has been in the choir for 45 years and she never got anything either, perhaps we
should stop being Catholics and change our flag to earn a few pounds. So my
girls were out and about, money in their pockets and not a care in the world.
Me I’m hoping to come into a few pounds and then I’d do a few things around the
house.
But back to
chocolate, why is it more important to women than anything, even handbags or
sex. A man can buy you a nice handbag for your Birthday, I know I have been
persuaded to follow that path; I’ve even paid for Burberry coat, in my more
flush days. So woman like to be pampered and loved, and we show our love with
bags and coats. As for women, they show their love by eating cake and chocolate
cake and every expensive but ever so
tasty cake they can find in Sainsburys. They are experts at it, just ask my
wife, or anybody’s wife, and their daughters too. It just has got to be
chocolate triple dip.
A woman will
allow herself to be seduced by a chocolate bar, as she undresses the chocolate,
slowly and seductively removing its paper wrapper, and then ever so carefully
breaking the seal on the silver foil, slowly using her manicured nail to slide
up the foil. Then with ever so careful movement she exposes the chocolate to
her view. She looks at the chocolate, in all its naked glory, then she flips it
over so she can adore its naked glory. Yes, this is what she wants, and she
makes herself more comfortable in her bed. The she breaks off a piece and
examines it, before licking it slowly, she then closes her eyes and pops a
piece in her mouth. She lets it lie there, the heat from her tongue dissolving it,
she smiles, and licks her lips. First
piece consumed, she opens her eyes and devours the next piece of chocolate with
her eyes, she thinks of the pleasure the 2nd piece of chocolate will
give her. She half closes her eyes, and flutters her eyelids, yes, chocolate is
SO GOOD.
It is a very
private moment, a woman and her chocolate, the taste, the feel, the raw
emotion, the love. Only chocolate can do this for a woman, the anticipation,
the touch, the feel, the taste as it melts on her tongue, the sigh of satisfaction.
Chocolate it king, only chocolate can satisfy a woman, a real woman. The man
enters the bedroom, he can be any man, any man that any woman would lust after.
Only she has had chocolate first. So even if he does the Full Monty in front of
her, it’s no use, he should have hidden the chocolate. What man can compete
with chocolate, a funny man may have an outside chance, a very slim chance of
getting her to be interested in him, after she has consumed chocolate. And how
can he get her interested, I can reveal, the only way to attract a woman who
has been seduced by a chocolate bar,
before his arrival in the marriage bed, the man has to paint himself all over
in chocolate, triple dip of course, and then his woman might be interested in
him.
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