“I’m not eating that. Y’know I don’t like chocolate.” Christian says, giving me a knowing look.

“Yes but.. it’s special chocolate. I made it. It makes you feel really good.” I smirk.

He sighs. “Okay, fine.” He breaks off a huge piece.

“Babe! That’s too much-*

But he already shallowed it.

“Mm, that does taste good.”

About 10 minutes later, he starts to get rowdy and aroused. “What did you put in this.. chocolate.” Christian moaned, shifting in his seat.