I'm Now Bad Milk In His Hot Chocolate

I came back from class craving hot chocolate. What I did not know was that I was going to begin contemplating as I always do.

The chocolate I own is imported from Spain and is salivatingly (there is no such word) delicious. I open the package and out pops a memory.

Crap,

I say out loud,

I had to waste valuable chocolate that day!

That day was sexy, it was fun. Chocolate brings out the fun in me. People say that chocolate makes one horny; well, it does. I shared that hot chocolate. While sipping that thick orgasmic stuff, I felt like slipping into something more comfortable. Yes, I was there working on the floor and I willingly take off my top and change to a white t-shirt.

Let me make some hot chocolate

I said.

Who could say no to that? Arms wrapped around me in my see through t-shirt as the pot bubbled up thick brown stuff. I was bubbly myself.

Why must you let it boil three times?

Well, for one thing, I got to cream up this processed American milk somehow,
and secondly, that's the secret I found in some Spanish recipe book.

nice.

mmmmmm, I know.

I pour the brown liquid in a cup and then...

gulp GULP gulp Wow, that is good! Share
some with me.

I'd love to.

I felt important. It is nice to feel important.

I bet you're never going to have one as good as mine.
No,

probably not.

Probably was right then. Now I've just gone bad.