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you’d love (du)X. And damn it, I always wanted to bang you, but you never seemed into me.”
    “You’ve got be kidding me.”
    “I’m not. I’ve been jerking off to you for years.”
    “Me too!” I crowed.
    “Well, I got more chocolates back with my stuff. You wanna do another?” I nodded, unable to speak, a silly grin planted across my face. “Okay, first things first, let’s clean up here. We can always come back.” Somehow, I managed to release his dick from the steel grip of my entire being, which left my ass feeling empty and unused. I needed more. Lots more.
    “And don’t forget that damn wig,” he added.
    I grabbed the wig and barked, “Jerk,” before tugging it back down on my head and pulling up my shorts, his jizz creeping out of my crack. I knew a mouthful of his cum would taste like a river of chocolate with this drug, and I shivered. Trying to compose myself, I watched Sage shrug up his jeans and shove his half-erect cock in there, slathered with my juices. Already I wanted to suck it again.
    We skated on jittery legs up to the sink, washed our hands, and splashed cold water on our sweaty faces. “How many of those ducks do you have?” I wondered, adjusting my fake hair in the mirror. My skin glowed so brightly I looked like a tan surfer from Malibu.
    “Only enough for tonight, unfortunately. Dude, this shit’s hard to get. I mean, it’s manufactured from some private lab thingamajig in the States, God knows where. Somehow these scientists have a connection to the rain forest where they get the ingredients, like roots and shit, for the candies. You can’t just pick these up on any street corner.”
    “I bet.” I could hardly imagine.
    Sage continued, “Here’s what I suggest. Once we get back to the rink, I’m giving Allan an Afro-sleaziac to share with whomever he wants. Let’s split another one, and then I have two more to ration out. We’ll be fucking and sucking all night long on these.”
    “Wow,” I exclaimed with a shake of my head, the long strands from the blond wig swooping across my eyes. “All this lust and sexual ecstasy after eating a tiny piece of chocolate shaped like a fucking duck.”
    “Quack, quack,” joked Sage as we skated back to our friends and to a sexual experience that would change all of us.
     

Bittersweet
    Malin James
     
    It’s an anonymous room in a city I know well. The rooms are always anonymous. Seedy too, with the ghost of a thousand cigarettes clinging hard to yellowed paint. Not this time though. This time we’ve gone higher end—a luxury suite with satin sheets and expensive, perfumed air. There’s even a box of chocolates lying on the bed, a small golden box that Iain bought special. It’s their anniversary, you see—Iain’s and his wife’s. Of course, she’d been called out of town. Shame to waste the room….
    I open the box of chocolates, and find an ivory card. It’s a weighty little thing engraved on thick, expensive stock.
    Eat Me, it reads.
    Of course it does.
    Meanwhile, Iain checks his messages with his back to me. His shoulders are hunched as if as if he’s protecting national secrets. Probably placating his other mistress or whoever the hell it is. Pressure simmers in my temples. I’ve begun to hate that phone.
    Adore you, gorgeous. xxx
    Scraps to a hungry dog….
    Of course, the texts had been lovely at first. Sexy. Fun. Proof of his attraction. Fresh off an ugly divorce, I had needed that so much. Recently, though, it’s begun to wear thin. The shifty, back-hunched lies have burned through me. Hollowed me out. Now I’m holding a box of expensive chocolates that were not bought for me, and I realize, quite suddenly, that I don’t want this anymore.
    I study Iain’s strong, broad back and wonder if I should stay for one, last fuck. My head is all for leaving, but my cunt…my cunt wants a final go. Absentmindedly, I pop a truffle in my mouth. It’s smooth and dark with a spikey, citrus finish. Not at all what