Title: "Chocolate Caress"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My wonderful, amazing, inspirational, and infinitely beloved darling heart and husband, Jack, who gave me the words "chocolate" and "caress" one day when I was bored and having trouble writing
Rating: R for sexual content
Summary: Dorothy and Blanche have found their ultimate pleasure and passion together.
Warnings: Femme Slash, Established Relationship, Drabble, Food Kink
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 18 October, 2011
Disclaimer: Blanche Deveraux, Dorothy, and the Golden Girls are ﾩ & TM their respective owners, not the author. Everything else is ﾩ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Her slender fingers wrapped around the heaving, chocolate mound as she licked up the delicious confection. Her every touch, lick, and nibble sent a thousand electric tingles spiraling through both the lovers and lifting them ever higher toward the ultimate paradise they had only ever shared together, despite Blanche's many stories of how she'd reached that utopia with so many men. It was all a lie, and the confession she'd once made to her beloved Dorothy that Dorothy carried her higher and gave her more pleasure than any other man ever had had taken their relationship to a whole new level. It had only been after that that Dorothy had been willing to try some of Blanche's wilder sex games, and never once had she looked back since then.
Their pleasured moans played on each other's ears like the finest music. Dorothy's hands roamed over Blanche's back, caressing her and slipping lower. As Blanche kneaded Dorothy's thighs, the English teacher threw her head back and screamed, thankful that they were alone at home on Friday night for a change. Blanche grinned, leaned up, and took Dorothy's lips with her own again.
As she kissed her, long and deep, she shook the can of cool whip and spread its creamy texture over her love's honey pot. Then she settled back down, leaving Dorothy gasping for breath and licking the chocolate from her lips with a trembling tongue, and buried her mouth in Dorothy's mound. Their screams shook her bedroom. From here on out, Dorothy would always try whatever Blanche wanted, and Blanche would only come to her true love for her games, both new and old, and all her needs. They were perfect together and brought to each other what no one else ever could have: ultimate passion and perfect love.
The End