chocolat, mon ami?

It was sweet on her tongue, with an edge of bitterness that left her wanting more. She let the morsel melt in her mouth – the liquid silk coating her mouth and gently numbing her palette. No sooner had she swallowed the toxin, did she become addicted. She knew immediately that this would not be the last time that she indulged on that heavenly food. It was like nothing she had ever tasted, and it brought an elation that she could only describe as orgasmic. Her senses felt heightened. She could feel the music, as well as hear it. She could smell and taste the sweat of man that lingered in the air. She could see every speck of light that danced off the walls and ceiling. It was as if time had slowed down just so she could savour every passing moment.

This, she thought, was heaven.