Wednesday, June 30, 2010


tonight i saw a client, the one with the chocolates and the extraordinarily messy apartment. he couldn't get off for some reason. stayed super-hard for a long time, practically gave me carpal tunnel syndrome. then he needed a break, and when i went to start again it was like starting from scratch. i looked at the clock and realized i'd been there for an hour and a half. i said, "i'm going to have to get going soon-ish." i hadn't seen the chocolates anywhere around and i hated to think about leaving without one.

he was like, "oh! okay. totally, you probably have someplace to be."

i went to wash my hands and when i came back, he was sitting there holding the goods! it's such a special box, by the way. i love the way it looks. you can only get these chocolates in france, or so he tells me. i had a hard time choosing, but i ended up with a sea turtle. it had an extra-dark chocolate shell and inside was a dark chocolate ganache that had a slight bit of salty crunch to it and also the vague hint of cinnamon. it was almost like a cinnamon toast ganache. every time i have one of this guy's chocolates, it's better than the last. this was THE BEST chocolate i've ever eaten. EVER. soooooooooooooo goooooooooooooood.


  1. sigh ... if only every handjob ended with THE BEST chocolate EVER.

    if it did i would have to rethink a few things.

  2. Sounds like he had meth dick. Annoying!