50 Shades of Chocolate

2015-02-10 1:02by timb

Suddenly he grabs me, tipping me across the bar. With one smooth movement, he angles his body so my glass is resting on the coaster beside him. He plants his left forearm on the edge of the bar, holding me down so I cannot move … He places his hand on my cold glass, softly fondling me, stroking around and around the rim with his flat palm. And then his hand is no longer there … and he drinks me—hard.