Her Chocolate Fantasy

by Bergman, Jamallah

  I honestly didn’t know what in the world to say; lord knows, I wasn’t expecting any kind of sendoff from the office, let alone a party. I mean, yeah, they did that kind of thing here, but usually only for employees who’d been with the company for like twenty years or so. I hadn’t been there anywhere near that long, and I sure as heck didn’t know they considered me such a huge asset. “This is totally unexpected, Don, but very much appreciated. I want to thank you, as well, for being so nice to me over the years.”

  He sighed. “You’re welcome, Sarah, and I’ll let you know when and where we plan on having the party.”

  “Thank you.Goodbye.”

  After disconnecting the call, I decided to check up on Charlotte, since I didn’t have anything else to do at the moment. I rang the hospital’s main number.

  “Yes, Mrs. Lamoure’s room, please. Thank you,”I said to the receptionist. A moment later, Andre answered Charlotte’s phone.

  “Hello?” he said.

  “Hello, Andre, it’s Sarah. How’s the proud papa doing today?”

  “The papa is doing great. How are you, my dear Sarah?”

  “Doing just fine. I was calling to see how everyone was doing.”

  “Well, Charlotte is resting right now, and I was about to leave for the shop; Charlotte asked me to go get some of her favorite chocolates.”

  “How long would it take you to get to the shop?” I asked.

  “Probably ten minutes. Why do you ask?”

  “Well, I need some dark and milk chocolate to make some sauces for something I’m making this weekend. I wanted to come by on my lunch break and get some. Would that be okay?”

  “Why, sure. When is your break?”

  “Oh, not for another fifteen minutes or so. Do you think you’ll be there then?”

  “But of course! I’ll meet you at the shop at noon.”

  “Thanks, Andre, goodbye.”

  “Getting ready for the weekend, I see,” Darla said me, having obviously eavesdropped on my conversation…as always.

  “Yes, I am. Max and I are going to Florida to a bungalow along the beach. I really can’t wait for us to be alone again. He has to leave two days later, so I might as well make the best of the time we have now, until I wrap things up here and join him. So, I plan on having my ultimate fantasy with him.”

  “You don’t mean the”—she wheeled over next to me and whispered—“human sundae?”

  I gave her an evil grin, then turned back to my work, work until it was time to go to the shop to get the chocolate.

  * * * *

  After dealing with numerous calls, an argument with someone in Dallas over a report, and trying to find a missing file—that I finally realized, after searching for over an hour, wasn’t lost at all; it was right there on my desk the entire time—it was good to be home with my man.

  My man…I really like the sound of that, you know.

  “Do you want to eat in or go out tonight for dinner?” Max asked me, as we sat on the couch together. He was rubbing my feet, which I honestly didn’t need, but I totally enjoyed having a man rubbing my feet.

  “How about some Chinese? I’ve been craving some egg rolls and won ton soup. I have a menu for the Emperor Dragon on my fridge.”

  He got up and went into the kitchen, and a moment later he returned with the menu. I already knew what I wanted; I ordered from the place from time to time when I had a hankering for Chinese food.

  “Do you know what you’d like?” I asked him.

  “Do they have phoenix and dragon?”

  “You like that too? Yeah they have it.” I smiled. Who would have thought he liked the same dish I did?

  Grabbing the phone, I called up Emperor Dragon.

  “This is Emperor Dragon. Is this carry out or delivery?”

  “Delivery.”

  “Number please.”

  “4042544653.” I could hear the guy tapping on the keyboard as I gave my phone number.

  “Is this Sarah?”

  “Alex, is that you?” I grinned. Alex was not only the manager of the Chinese place, but also my good friend.

  “Hey there! When I saw your name pop up, I thought, oh, there goes my egg roll and won ton soup lady.”

  We both laughed. Honestly, whenever I would order from Alex’s place, I always got the same thing, unless I ordered the P&D meal, but that’s the only time I got something different.

  “Well, you know what I want, Alex, and I also want the Phoenix and Dragon. Make sure they add extra crunchy noodles and some hot mustard.”

  “Alright then, I’ll make sure personally to have all that in the bag. Did you want steamed or fried rice?”

  “Do you want steamed or fried rice?” I asked Max.

  “Um, I’ll take steamed rice.”

  “Steamed rice will do.”

  “Alright, give us about forty-five minutes. Your total is thirty-one dollars and forty-seven cents.”

  “Thanks, Alex, goodbye.” I hung up the phone. Max continued to rub the sole of my foot, and I sighed. Honestly, he had magic hands. “Keep this up and I’ll end up falling asleep on this couch.”

  He chuckled and moved down along the arch of my foot, ever so slowly. All I could do was sigh and enjoy how he was making me feel.

  “Will you be doing this for me every night we are together?” I asked, shifting my head on the pillow.

  “Of course. And if your hands bother you from making candies all day long, I’ll massage them too. Every knuckle and finger. I’ll take my time and care with them, and if your entire body starts to ache, well, I’ll take care of that personally.”

  He finished with one foot, and moved on to the next. I let out a satisfied moan when his thumb pushed into my arch.

  “I swear, you are going to have me asleep any minute doing that.” I had to bite down on my finger to keep from squealing, but of course that didn’t work.

  “Are we ticklish?”

  “No, not really, it just feels so good.”

  Note: I am extremely ticklish…Extremely. To the point, I scream. If someone finds the right spots on my body, I go off like some giggling fool. And my Max had hit one of those spots on my foot that, if he kept on, would soon cause me to go into a giggle fit. I was able to fight it for a minute, but then I told him, “I’ll be back. I’ve got to run to the bathroom.”

  Quickly, I got up, giving him a kiss on the forehead before I left the room.

  I decided to go on and take myself a shower, since I knew after my meal, I would be too tired to do anything else but sleep. I took my time in there, realizing this was the first time I had showeredalone in a long time. Normally, I had Max in there with me, and I have to say I enjoyed the time by myself. About ten minutes later, I heard the door open and I saw his form through the shower curtain. I peeked out to find him standing in the doorway, arms crossed and smile on his face.

  “Taking a shower, I see.”

  “Yes, I am. I thought I would get it out of the way before the food comes. With your massage and that food, I’ll be out like a light tonight.”

  “Too bad I can’t join you. But of course, someone has to wait on the food.”

  I motioned with my finger, beckoning him toward me. He stepped closer, and I grabbed hold of his shirt to get a kiss. God, I swear… I could devour those lips of his, they were so full and luscious. I rubbed against his stubbly cheek with my wet one, and his breathing grew into a soft moan. He started to take off his shirt, but of course, I had to stop him.

  “Baby, wait, you can’t get in here. The food hasn’t gotten here yet.”

  I giggled as he shook his head and grumbled.

  “When you get out… Oh, just you wait….”

  Max spun around and stalked out of the bathroom, as I continued giggling. Yeah, I knew what he meant by his little warning, but I was in no hurry and continued with my shower. Let him wait, I thought.The shower felt too good to leave. The water was warm, the steam was hot, and it was like my personal sauna in there. I plan
ned on enjoying it in there until the water got cold.

  I honestly don’t know how long I was in the shower, but it must have been long awhile. The next thing I knew, I heard Max call out.

  “The food is here, baby!”

  So, I got out, dried myself off, and made my way into my room to grab one of my large night shirts. When I came into the dining room, he had already taken the food out of the bag and put the containers on the table. He had two plates, along with glasses filled with white wine.

  “You really know how to set up a beautiful table.” I kissed his cheek as I started to fix my soup the way I liked it, with plenty of crunchy noodles to soak up the clear broth. I always asked for extra noodles, because I loved to put plenty of the in my soup, and I liked munching on them after, as a snack.

  We both ate in silence for a while, as usual, but the quiet gave me a bit of time to contemplate what would go on the next couple of days. He would be gone, while I stayed here to get things together for my move to New York. Lord, I honestly was trying my best not to think about that, but I couldn’t help reminding myself he’d be leaving soon and thinking about how much I’d miss him.

  “What’s wrong, Sarah?”

  I looked to see him staring back at me, a worried look on his face.

  “Just in deep thought” I slowly blew on my soup before I took a sip, munching on some of the broth-soaked noodles.

  “Oh, yeah, I got something for dessert that you might love. But it’s a surprise.” He gave me a coy smile.

  “Oh really, a surprise you say?” His statement brightened up the mood a bit; I hadn’t had anything sweet in a while. “Is it something chocolatey?”

  He smiled even more, confirming my suspicion, and I decided my Chinese food could wait becauseI was in the mood for some chocolate tonight. “So, what is it that you got me for dessert?”

  “Aren’t we the impatient one? Can’t we wait till after we’ve eaten dinner?”

  “You can eat your dinner sweetheart but I want some chocolate right now.”

  He started laughing, which made me laugh, but he knew I was serious.

  “Let’s eat some of this good food here, and then I promise we’ll have some chocolate, alright?”

  “Oh, alright.” I huffed, but I ate some of my egg roll with the hot mustard. Honestly, I couldn’t go a week without having some Chinese food…especially egg rolls, which were to die for. Once I had my fill of soup and egg rolls, and Max had finished his meal, I cleaned up our mess.

  “So, do you have room for dessert?” he asked me.

  “You know I do. I’ve been trying not to eat too much real food so I could have room for dessert. So, what is it that you got for me?”

  “Meet me over on the couch and I’ll bring it over to you.”

  I went to the couch and plopped down. I watched him in the kitchen, getting something from one of the cabinets and then opening up a drawer.

  “I hope you don’t tear up my kitchen!”

  He laughed. “I promise not to tear up your kitchen, sweetheart. Now, don’t look. Keep those eyes on the television.”

  Turning around, I did as I was told and looked toward the television, which was off. I propped up my feet on the coffee table as I waited for him. I laid my head back against the couch, and in the next moment, everything turned black. Max had put something over my eyes.

  “What are you doing?” I lifted my head and sat up.

  Max had put what felt like a scarf over my eyes and was tying it in the back, snug against my head. I felt the couch cushion sink a bit, letting me know he had sat next to me.

  “Open your mouth so I can give you a surprise, baby.”

  I parted my lips and waited, and a moment later, I felt a fork in my mouth. I clamped down with my lips, and he slowly pulled out the fork. Lord, what the hell was it that I was eating? Bittersweet chocolate, but also caramel…and my goodness, was that sea salt I tasted? I ran the smooth and creamy frosting against my tongue, as every part of me tingled like crazy. “Good lord, what the hell was that?”

  “Want another taste?”

  I nodded and opened my mouth, waiting for another bite, and then I licked some of the frosting that had gotten on my lower lip. My God, it was delicious. I found myself moaning, hungry for more.

  “What kind of cake is this?”

  “It’s called salted caramel milk chocolate. Do you like it?”

  “I love it. I’ve never tasted anything so delicious. Where’d you find it?”

  “That’s my secret, baby. Open up so I can give you another bite.”

  I happily obliged andreceived another forkful of the flavorful confection. I moaned again, the taste having hit a nerve within my being. Like you already know, I love my chocolate. And when the chocolate is really good, I feel as if my entire body is building up to something intensely orgasmic. Sometimes, I have to stop myself from going overboard, especially in public. I remembered the first time I’d lost it, some five years back. I went on vacation to Myrtle Beach, since I had two weeks off. I spent part of the first three days on the beach, just enjoying the feel and smell of the water and then lounging around in the comfort of my bed. But I mainly went to South Carolina because I had heard of this place that made this amazing chocolate walnut fudge.

  Now, I know what you are thinking. You can go to any candy shop to get some chocolate walnut fudge. Hell, you can even make some at home. Why in the hell would you travel thousands of miles to get fudge? This particular fudge, from what I had read online and from word of mouth, had to be the most intensely flavored fudge in the South. I, of course, had to find this out for myself.

  I went to the candy shop, which was called Jane’s Confections. It was a white brick building that looked like it had been there for years but had been freshly painted with white paint. The sign had a red border with a white background and red bold letters that matched the building’s awning. When I walked inside, the immediate smell of sugar made its way into my nose, awakening my senses as I looked over the many confections that were displayed behind glass. They were all neatly placed in their rows, like little soldiers standing at attention. But I really wasn’t interested in the bon bons, the candy corn, or even the caramel apples.

  I wanted some fudge.

  The young lady came up to me and gave me a huge grin. She wore a red shirt with white writing that read Jane’s Confections, est. 1973, and a pair of white Capri pants.

  “How can I help you, ma’am?” she asked.

  “Hi there, I would like to sample a bit of your chocolate walnut fudge, if you give samples, that is.”

  “Sure, ma’am.”

  I followed her over to the counter, where an array of fudge was displayed, each with a name on a white card in front of the small bricks. I saw Chocolate, Maple Walnut, Rocky Road, Peanut Butter and Chocolate Pecan…and then I saw the one I wanted…the infamous Chocolate Walnut. I watched her cut off a small piece from one of the blocks and then grab it with a piece of wax paper and hand it to me with that smile of hers. When I finally tasted the fudge, I could have sworn my knees buckled as I rolled it along my tongue and slowly let it melt. My God, I couldn’t believe how rich the fudge was. I had to lean up against the counter and close my eyes. I really didn’t know what was coming over me at that moment, and even the girl asked if I was alright.

  I quickly looked at her and smiled. “Sorry, it must be the heat from outside, but I really love this fudge. It tasted absolutely amazing. Um, I’d like to get a pound of it, please.”

  I licked the fudge from my lips, and when the girl wasn’t looking, I found myself licking the wax paper, too. Once I paid for my fudge, she handed me a white box wrapped with a nicely place red bow.

  “Thanks for coming to Jane’s, please come again.”

  When I got back to my hotel room, I immediately took out a small block of fudge and took a big bite. When I tasted that fudge once more, every part of my body was overcome with arousal. I had never felt a chocolate-induced sensation as int
ensely as I did that day, and the feeling hummed through my body as I continued to chew and let the fudge melt along my tongue. I found myself letting out a low moan and my eyes closed once more. Thankfully, I started to sit down on the bed at that moment, because when I took another bite, my nipples grew so erect they hurt. The feeling of euphoria stayed with me for over an hour after I had finished off that small block of fudge. I don’t know what was in the recipe that made me feel that way.

  But I had to find out.

  So, the following day, I went back to the shop and once again the same young lady was there.

  “Why, hello ma’am. Welcome back. Did you want some more fudge?”

  “Actually no. I really wanted to know what was in that chocolate walnut fudge you make. It was simple amazing.”

  The young woman smiled. “Well, I really can’t say. It’s a family recipe that only Jane and her daughter Valerie know about. Hell, I’ve been working here for four years now, and I still don’t know the recipe to half the stuff here. The majority is always a secret.”

  “Can I get two more pounds, please?”

  I have to say that by the time I got home, I had gained about fifteen pounds, but man was it worth it after eating that fudge. I ended up putting it into my fridge when I got home, and it stayed there for about two months, which for me was a record, because chocolate wouldn’t normally have stayed that long in my fridge.

  I felt around in front of me and felt Max’s thighs, and I sat up, making my way onto his lap, hearing him grunt a bit then chuckle. “Do you like the cake?”

  “I love it, give me more…”

  Soon, I felt my shirt being pulled off my body, and I raised my arms over my head. Those hands of his cupped my breasts, and he suckled one of my nipples while tweaking the other with his fingers. I found myself licking my lips, seeking scraps of the salty caramel. The tugs of his lips on my nipple made me instantly wet. His hands wrapped around my waist and up along my back, his fingernails raking my skin ever so softly.

  The sensation was light but still it went right through me, causing me to moan ever so slightly.I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, cradling his head in my hands while running my fingers through his hair. Even though I was blindfolded, my other senses seems to work overtime while I rubbed my face into his hair, smelling the faint scent of his shampoo. I loved how he felt, I loved how he smelled, I just loved everything about him, for he was mine and I was his.