Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Chocolate Mousse for Valantines Day

Valentine’s day is a nice concept. Celebrate the love between you and your partner. As I touched on in my previous post, I'm not a fan of falling into the obligation to spend on consumption goods to prove my love. So this year, my boy and I made chocolate mousse together as our valentine’s day activity. It was fun and delicious. If you have never made chocolate mousse before, I recommend trying it. So simple. Here is the recipe we used - Yummy! Anyway, after we spent 10 to 15 minutes (no way you can do this in 4 mins!) making the mousse and putting it into champagne glasses to chill in the fridge, we still had half a bag (one of those cream squirting decoration bags) left, and I gave myself a shot. A soon as I had squirted the chocolate mousse into my mouth, he was kissing me trying to get a taste for himself. We shared my mouthful of chocolate mousse and as we parted, I reached my hand down to the crotch of his jeans. He was, as I was hoping, hard. Chocolate sex? That was all I had to say and we raced out the kitchen, round the corner and jumped onto our bed, decorating bag full of chocolate mousse in hand. Noticing that we were already pretty messy, the best thing for it was to get naked. He put a big towel down on the bed and we were set. The mousse was a bit warmer than is ideal (so not as delicious as is could of been) but we didn't let that stop us. We licked mousse of each other’s lips, then neck and collar bone, then breast/chest and nipples. I was enjoying the way his cock was standing so straight out in the air, looking so awkward but so sexual. We went lower, taking turns to lick mousse off each other’s belly, then getting quite messy as mousse ventured into the land of pubes. Then it was fun time. I put a couple of dollops on his balls, and a line running right up the shaft of his cock. I went for the dollops first. Sucking the mousse off his balls, and taking some time to spread it around first, I got a good dose of the moaning I so love to hear. He was rubbing my back, his hand sneaking down to my ass to touch my pussy, but I pushed him down. I followed the trail of mousse and eventually got to the tip of his cock. My tongue snuck under his foreskin before I took a grip of his shaft and pulled his skin back. There wasn't any chocolate mousse left, but by that point it didn't matter. Baby, are you trying to finish me? You are going to make me come if you keep going. I kept going. Even though it started out one for one, once I get started on giving him head, I love to see it through. His hands were stroking my head as mine were stroking his shaft, and he was moaning my name quite loud. Then he was coming.

Ramblings about Valentines Day

I have a problem with birthday sex, or any other kind of holiday or special day sex. My problem with it is that (and it is taking a while for me to articulate exactly what my problem is) it can become like an obligation. Like giving gifts. Lets take blowjobs for example. Perhaps you don't give your man head very often. But on his birthday, you always give him head because it's his birthday. Ok, I will admit it is nice to spoil the one you love on their birthday, but only if you are enjoying it. If you aren't enjoying it, and you are only doing it out of obligation to his birthday, then that is bullshit. We are already suckered into buying expensive gifts out of obligations built up by successful advertising, why do something sexual when you don't want to as well? On the other hand, if you do enjoy it, get into it! Anyway, I'm not sure I have successfully explained my problem with birthday head (or obligatory gift buying... got a better idea of why this pisses me off? or why it pisses you off? - leave a comment!), but in addition to the above readon, sex shouldn't be used as a gift or method of payment. This valentines day however, I did spoil my boy with some sexy head, after we spoiled each other making some delicious homemade chocolate mousse. But sorry if you read this far, I won't post that story for a few days.