Valentine’s Day is a story by Tenth Muse Top about a rebellious and rather misbehaved chocolatier. It is erotic, but more than that, it is beautiful. There’s something quite literary about it and even if that word puts you in mind of dusty people in tweed you shouldn’t let it put you off.
Excerpt:
Hand, over hand, he pulled the braided cord towards him – he could see chocolate: sculpted, coloured and dusted with pale icing sugar… The colour work was subtle, sculptural in itself, the chocolate smooth and curved and dimpled and…
Dimpled?
Henri gasped, stunned. For there, as beautifully and skilfully crafted as though Michelangelo had made them himself, was a full-size sculpture of a woman’s naked bottom. The hips were dark around the sides and dusted in the cleft with icing sugar; the buttocks themselves were curved and pert and proud – and they had a definite reddish hue about them. It looked like …a well-spanked bottom!
“Sacre-BLEU!”
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