MY CHOCOLATE QUEEN

Face of an Angel, ass of a Stripper

The average American prefers either chocolate or vanilla, I love both. My mom would get so frustrated. I would take forever trying to decide.

The line growing while at our local Tasty Freeze. They’re both silky smooth in texture and each provides a taste that’s orgasmic to the senses. I would lick and suck every drop out of each cone.

I’ve discussed Court, my vanilla queen, but I had two. My vanilla queen and I were secret loves as much as you could be secretive in Small Town Friendly. My public sweetheart in high school was Amber.

She was the mirror image of her vanilla counterpart, standing 5 feet 9, with long dancer legs, straight black shoulder link locks, milk chocolate flawless skin, light brown eyes with a twinkle. Face of an Angel ass like a stripper. Amber reminded me of a Chocolate Barbie doll.

She possessed an air of classy sexiness. My love was modest, almost to a fault. When she entered a room, you would gravitate to her. I truly believe she never realized her sizzling hotness.

Let me be frank, there are some girls guys just want to wham bam thank you ma’am. Amber’s body was so alluring and delicate that when we made love, I was always tender, affectionate, and sweet. I never in our 2 year love affair ever heard…