Chocolate Wine (Short Story)

 
It started at six p.m. on a Friday night. It was me, my glass, and the chocolate wine. While my other female counterparts were out there going to clubs to troll for guys, I opted to stay home, play music, and drink my wine. I put on some En Vogue, Keith Sweat, and Alayiah.

I poured the brown creamy mixture into my glass and let it sit on a couple of ice cubes.  I couldn’t help myself and gulped the first glass down. There was a slight burn, but after the third glass, I felt no pain.

The music got me up, and I danced to a Missy Elliot song before collapsing on my couch. I was halfway through the bottle when I dozed off a little.

I woke with a start and realized only five minutes had passed. So, I went to pour more wine, and the bottle was gone.

“Are you missing something?” A deep, dreamy voice asked.

I looked up, and a tall, nicely built man was standing in my living room. I knew I should say something, but I was stunned. Where were my fight-or-flight instincts?

The man was wearing nothing but a loincloth.  The imprint of his cock would make the strongest woman’s heart stop.

“Hey, how did you get in here? I know I did not let you in. I locked the door behind me.  Are you going to rob me? I have the cops on speed dial, so get out.”

He just looked at me and laughed. Even his laugh was a sexy, smooth sound. That kind of caresses you as it fills you with naughty thoughts.

“I’m not going to rob you. I’m not even here. You have created me in your mind.”
“This is crazy. I need some more wine.”

“Well, you dreamt me up to have sex with. Shall we get on with it?”

“If this is my dream, why are you in control?”

“That’s what you want; enough talking.”

He walked right up to me and his dick and my eyes were leveled.  Since this is my dream, I am taking myself down a road I seldom go.

Usually, a man would kneel and kiss you, or they would pick you up and kiss you. This guy just dropped his loin cloth, and my eyes were glued to his erection.

It was pointed straight at me. The head was covered by foreskin. I’ve been told that men who still have their foreskin are very sensitive at the tip. He seemed to be excited, with his precum glistening at me. The shaft had veins protruding, actually straining against his skin.

“Why do you sit and just look? You created me. Do not hesitate and deny you’re self-pleasure.”
So I did what I wanted to do. I reached out and held his shaft and took his head into my mouth.

His precum was so sweet, almost addictive.  I slid down and the texture of skin was so creamy smooth. I loved every bit of it. I took it as far as I could without gagging and let it out.  Slowly and deliberately I suck him in and savored him on the way out. My whole body loved the sound he was making.

My mouth rode his delicious dick for about five minutes before he pulled me off and pushes me back on the couch. I was wearing a t-shirt and a thong panty from Fredrick’s of Hollywood.

The man took both my legs, lifted them straight up, and pushed my thong aside. He delved into my wet pussy and I pushed against it. He made pulled his thumb out and sucked my juices off it.  He made sure to keep eye contact with me. That was hot.

He entered with a deep thrust. Not waiting for my body to accept him in. He conquered and continually plundered my tight hole. He would not let my legs go as he pushed in and out.  I felt waves of my orgasm about to cum. I couldn’t breathe, and he did not seem to care.  I came with a scream and a gush of warm fluid coating our thighs.

He pulled out and dropped my legs.  He climbed up and straddled my head.
“Clean me off.” He said, with his voice even deeper than before.

“I took him in, and his flavor intensified. I took him deep, greedily devouring him. I felt his balls tighten when I took him in, he was going to cum.

Suddenly, there it was. A hot stream of sweet sexually charged cum, possessing my mouth. It tasted of me and sweet chocolate. I was so intoxicated by the amount that was coming out. I did what anyone would have done. Swallowed and passed out.

It was ten in the morning. I knew this because I set my radio to go off at that time. My head was pounding and all I could remember was drinking this chocolate wine and fucking this incredibly sexy man.

Wow, I need to buy more of that Chocolate wine.