Chocolate, lovers

Not just any chocolate. No sisters, I’m talking the really good artisanal chocolate that’s made from real cocoa beans with love and passion, by hand, in France kind of chocolate; the chocolate that comes (ooh!) in a manfist-sized lump that you have to carve a small piece off with a knife sort of chocolate – is that when you put a piece on your tongue, and you wait patiently until the warmth of your mouth does its work and it melts and then explodes and leaves you going oh god-god and feels a little bit like champagne and a lot more like sex, and I’m having it for breakfast, and wondering why anyone ever eats muesli.

I’m also thinking a line of hand made chocolate vibrators could change the way we live.

Oh my god, good morning.

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