This Box Of Bisexual Chocolates Get Me Off For Valentine’s Day

Alison is hunting for the perfect Valentine’s Day gift and having a difficult time. There are plenty of classics she could get for her husband, but she’s looking for something truly unique. This is why, at first, the suggestion of a chocolate box seems like a terrible idea, but after a friend leads her to a magic chocolate shop, all bets are off.

Of course, you can’t decide on what treat to get someone else without trying them for yourself, and now Alison is kicking off this special day with a hardcore bisexual orgy that’s utterly delicious.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling bisexual human on chocolate truffle orgy action.

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THIS BOX OF BISEXUAL CHOCOLATES GET ME OFF FOR VALENTINE’S DAY

By Chuck Tingle

You’d think Valentine’s Day gifts would be simple enough to sort out. While birthday presents come in a wide variety of offerings, Valentine’s Day treats are much more specific and traditional. Red roses, teddy bears, lingerie, little candy hearts; there’s a limited amount of specialty items to pick from, and it keeps things streamlined.

         The problem, however, is when streamlined isn’t good enough. My husband Yorko is the most amazing man I’ve ever known, a guy who is always there for me and has treated me with nothing but kindness, respect and love from day one. Over the course of our seven-year relationship, I’ve treated him to all the standard gifts, and he’s done the same for me, but this Valentine’s Day I’m hunting for something different.

         “How about one of these?” my friend Marissa asks, holding up a small, oval object.

         I stare at the strange little rock that she grips in one palm, not entirely sure what it’s supposed to be. It’s polished and rounded, and the name Nick is etched across it’s hard surface.

         The din of this bustling shopping mall fills in the silence as I stare at Marissa’s bizarre rock, voices chattering while people hurry past. This is nothing like the rush on Christmas Eve, but there’s still a vague feeling of worry that permeates the air, hanging over everywhere as folks hunt for last minute Valentine’s Day presents.

         “Who the fuck is Nick?” I finally ask.

         Marissa glances down at the rock, then shakes her head. “Well, I mean… you’d get Yorko carved into it. They do the engraving right here.”

         “Into the rock?” I clarify.

         She nods.

         “Why? I press.

         Marissa considers this for a moment, then sets the rock back down on the table where she got it. “Actually, maybe that’s not a great Valentine’s Day gift.”

         I’m sure some people are perfectly satisfied with a commemorative rock, but that’s just not going to cut it this year. Yorko deserves something truly special.

         Above us, a loudspeaker crackles to life. “The mall is closing in one hour,” a voice booms.

         I can feel my body tense up slightly, forced to recognize that this search for the perfect gift is on a tighter schedule than I’d like. It also suddenly dawns on me that, if I don’t find something tonight, I’m not just going to have to settle on a bad gift… I won’t have any gift at all.

         Fortunately, Yorko is the kind of guy who absolutely wouldn’t care. I don’t actually need to get him anything, but that’s exactly why I want to so badly.

         “Fuck,” I blurt. “Let’s go. We need a big swing.”

         With that, I take off down the long mall corridor, Marissa trailing behind me. My head is on a swivel, hunting for inspiration as we pass by the various shop windows. More flowers, more candy, more and more of the same. Nothing is grabbing me quite right, which grows exponentially concerning with every passing minute.

         From the corner of my eye, I can see Marissa glancing over, a look of deep concern plastered across her face.

         “Hey, I know something you could get him,” she finally says. “A big swing.”

         There’s so much certainty in my friend’s voice that it actually stops me in my tracks.

         “Is this better than the rock?” I joke, but the second I say this I recognize it won’t be the case. There’s a weight to my friend’s expression, like she’s not entirely sure she should go where she’s about to go.

         “Alison, have you ever been to Borson’s Chocolates?” she asks.

         I furrow my brow. “Chocolates?” I laugh. “We’re looking for something extraordinary. Chocolates are about as standard as it gets.”

         “Not these chocolates,” she insists. “These ones are very special.”

         “Special, how?”

         “I should just take you there,” she finally says, then hesitates. “Only if you’re really serious about getting adventurous, though.”

         “I’m serious.”

         Marissa smiles and nods, then motions for me to follow. Suddenly, we’re marching through the mall again, only this time the dynamic has completely shifted. No longer is my friend struggling to keep up, she’s leading the way and charting a course through the crowd.

         Eventually, we take a sharp turn, and it’s this maneuver that gives me a pang of concern. The crowds fall away as we enter this portion of the mall, an entire wing of the building that’s been vacant for years now. It’s not closed to the public or anything, but it’s effectively a ghost town thanks to the rise of online shopping.

         “Are you sure this is the right way?” I ask. “This section has been empty for years.”

         “It’s the right way,” Marissa assures me. “It’s not entirely empty, either. You just gotta know where to look.”

         We continue deeper into this strange liminal space, the buzz of an excited crowd fading into the distance behind us. The lights in this part of the building aren’t as well maintained, so a few of them have gone out and the ones that are left tend to flicker ominously.

         “Are you and Yorko still open?” Marissa calls back over her shoulder.

         “Uh, yeah,” I reply. “Why?”

         “Just checking,” she says casually. “You never know what’s gonna happen at Borson’s Chocolates.”

         “Wait, what?” I blurt, but before Marissa gets a chance to respond we find ourselves standing before a curiously blank tile wall.

         She eyes up the tiles for a moment, pacing back and forth as she inspects each one of these squares, and then finally making her decision.

         “I think it’s… this one,” Marissa says, pressing a tile down. A clang rings out as it sinks under her hand, then comes the long drone of a heavy, dragging stone.

         A secret passageway opens up before us.

         “Oh, whoa,” I blurt, my eyes widening slightly.

         The next thing I know we’re making our way down a narrow staircase, welcomed by a powerful, sweet scent of chocolate that wafts up from below. The aroma overwhelms me, wrapping itself around my body in a way that feels like coming home.

          “That smells so good,” I sigh.

         “Just wait until you taste them,” Marissa replies.

         Soon enough, the floor evens out and opens into a large, brightly lit chocolate shop. I can feel a slight gasp escape my lips as I come face to face with this wonderous, magical place, shocked that such an incredible workshop could be located in such an unassuming part of the mall. The room itself is brick, and there are glass cases positioned everywhere, each one of them holding an assortment of delightful treats.

         A man behind the counter notices our arrival and waves. “Hello there!” he chirps excitedly. “Welcome to Borson’s Chocolate. Is there anything I can help you with.”

         He steps forward, introducing himself from behind a pink mask. Sunglasses cover his eyes and the word’s love is real are written across his forehead. He’s clad in a sparkling pink suit.

         The man extends a hand towards me. “I’m Chuck,” he offers.

         “Alison,” I reply, then motion to my companion. “This is Marissa.”

         “Oh, I know Marissa,” Chuck says with a laugh. “She comes in here all the time.”

         I glance over at her and she gives me a mischievous look. “What can I say?” she quips. “I’ve got a sweet tooth.”

         I return my focus to the task at hand, remembering that this mall is rapidly moving towards closure.

         “I’m looking for some chocolates. I’d like to pick a few out as a gift for my—” I start, but before I get the chance to finish Chuck loudly clears his throat, interrupting me.

         “A gift?” he starts. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
         I glance over at Marissa and she shrugs in return.

         “Don’t worry,” Chuck continues. “We have gift certificates, so whoever it is can come in and make a selection for themselves. The issue is that these are sentient lifeforms and therefore gifting them in this context gets a little complex… ethically speaking. I mean, they’re always excited about situations like this in every previous Tingler, so the whole conversation is usually avoided, but I figured this time around we should at least acknowledge that if you take our premise at face value it gets a little questionable. Fortunately, this reality isn’t reality in the same sense that most people understand it. The rules of a story, especially one like this, are different. You still want to be responsible, of course, but surrealist art operates on another level.”

         I stare at him blankly, my brow furrowed. “I have no idea what any of that means,” I finally reply. “Is this a real chocolate shop?”

         Chuck laughs. “Like I said, that depends on your definition of timelines, and your understanding of real, but in the context of how you mean it: yes.” He strolls over to the counter and picks up a small, rectangular box, carrying it over and opening it up so I can see inside. “A gift card is what you’re looking for. That way, someone can come and meet these chocolates for themselves.”

         “Oh, alright,” I reply. “I’ll take one of those. How much?”

         “Free,” Chuck says. “We operate on timeline vibrations. It’s a sort of karmic barter system.”

         I laugh, then falter when he hands over the little box. “Wait, really?”

         Chuck nods. “Absolutely.”

         A glorious feeling of sweet relief washes over me. After the wild rush to find a gift, it’s difficult to actually accept what just happened, but I’m so exhausted that I somehow manage. I can feel my heartrate beginning to slow, the tension that has so terribly plagued my body finally releasing.

         “Whoa, this is…” I say, not entirely sure what word I’d use and then finally settling. “So generous.”

         I glance back at Marissa, who is now strolling around and gazing down into some of the display cases, checking out the various offerings.

         “We should probably go,” I suggest. “Mall is closing soon.”

         This is where Chuck pipes up again. “Actually, we’re outside of space and time right now. This is a pocket timeline, so you can spend as much time here as you’d like. Our only obligations are to the word count.”

         “Wait, really?”

         He nods. “Honestly, it’d be very helpful if you did stick around. We’re only at one thousand and seven hundred words. Consider this part of the karmic barter, author to character.”

         I have no idea what he means, but I go along with it anyway. Settling into my newfound state of relaxation, I begin to stroll along, making my way through the store.

         When I arrive at the first display case a startle gasp escapes my throat, not entirely prepared for the bizarre scene held within. An assortment of chocolate boxes are laid out, some of them rectangular, some of them perfect circles, and others shaped like large hearts. The lids are open to show off a variety of treats, but it’s here that things take a turn for the surreal.

         The chocolate truffles are not settled quietly into their own special divot. Instead, they’re hanging around in groups, chatting away with one another like this is some kind of backyard BBQ. To that end, I even see that a few of them have set themselves up with a little bad mitten set, struggling to get a game started. Others have a tiny television, which casts them in its pale glow as images flicker past.

         One of the small chocolate truffles glances up and notices me hovering above. She waves. “Hey up there!”

         “Oh, hi!” I reply. I shouldn’t be surprised. These are living creatures, after all, and from their perspective I’m some enormous entity hovering over them.

         “How’s it going?” the chocolate asks.

         “Good,” I reply awkwardly. “Just kinda… looking around.”

         From the counter behind me Chuck calls out. “Feel free to take any of them out so you can get a better look.”

         I turn back to face the strange, masked man, suddenly brimming with curiosity. “They’re alive,” I observe.

         “Yep.”

         “And you can just… eat them?”

         Chuck nods. “I mean, you wouldn’t want to have the whole thing, that would be terrible, but a few bites and you should be just fine. My chocolates are very sensual and filling, you wouldn’t want to eat the whole thing anyway.”

         I glance over my shoulder at the display case, then back at chuck. “They’re so small, though. That’s like… two bites.”

         “They’re much bigger when you get them out of the case,” he assures me. “Would you like to try? That box you were looking at could be a free sample.

         “You don’t charge, though,” I remind him. “Aren’t they all free samples?”

         “You’re not considering the karmic weight,” Chuck counters. “Just pop open that display and see what you think.”

         I have to admit, the promise of “sensual” chocolates is intriguing. Everything about this strange little store a been a pleasant surprise, and it seems a little odd that I still haven’t gotten a taste for myself.

         I return to the case and carefully open it up, reaching in and pulling out one of the heart-shaped Valentine’s Day boxes. As I retracted it from this glass container, I’m amazed by how much my eyes had been deceiving me. I’m actually forced to step back and make room, what had once fit in a single hand now so wide that I can barely stretch my arms around it.

         I set the box down with a thud, this enormous heart leaning against the wall and nearly scraping the ceiling. I open the lid and slide it to the side, allowing an assortment of six chocolates to float out.

         The beautiful desserts are great to look at, my heart skipping a beat as I notice just how well-crafted they are. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, there’s something for everyone. Contrary to what I’d assumed, they’re all about as large as a human.

         “Hey there,” the first chocolate coos, smiling warming. I instantly recognize her as the one who’d waved at me earlier. “Would you like a taste?”

         I can’t help but laugh. “It feels sexual when you say it like that.”

         “Who to says it’s not?” she retorts playfully.

         I glance around at the other truffles, suddenly realizing they’re all gazing at me with equally mischievous grins.

         Chuck notices what’s happening. “I’ve got some things to take care of in the back,” he says. “Just holler if you need anything.”

         Meanwhile, I catch a glimpse of Marrisa heading into a side room with two delicious looking chocolate-covered cherries.

         “Oh, well… okay,” I laugh.

         The lead chocolate is right up against me now. “I’m Lucy,” she says. “How about that taste?”

         I hesitate ever so slightly, the tension building to one last peak and then finally breaking in a moment of carnal acceptance. Lucy and me come together in a fit of wild kisses, our hands immediately getting to work roaming each other’s bodies. I work my way down her rounded form, admiring the delicate craftsmanship of her sugary sculpting.

         Lucy touches me in turn, her hands starting at my shoulders and collar bones and then gradually drifting lower across my frame. She strips away my clothing, exposing my trembling body to the cool air of the shop.

         Suddenly, however, our one-on-one connection is amplified by the arrival of the other chocolates. I find myself surrounded by their hands, the group getting to work as they strip away the rest of my clothing. Now I’m completely nude between them, aching for more of their touch.

         My own hands wander through the fray, somehow finding their way onto a pair of rock-hard chocolate truffle cocks. I grip them tight between my fingers and begin to pump up and down, starting slow and then building into a steady rhythm. The rest of the box works me in turn, some of them sucking and licking my nipples and others reaching down to play with my waiting clit.

         I let out a sharp gasp as the first of them touches my most sensitive area, arching back and then finally settling into the moment. I grind back against them, enjoying my place at the center of attention. Truth be told, I’d be perfectly satisfied to stay like this for the rest of the evening, but my gluttonous temptation for more is even stronger.

         Overwhelmed with arousal, I drop to my knees at the center of these assorted chocolates. I immediately turn my attention to the cock in my right hand, letting him go and then immediately opening wide to take his massive rod between my lips. I pump my face up and down across his length, working him just long enough to get a good understanding of the taste, and them moving on to the next truffle in line. The next thing I know, I find myself lapping away at someone’s pussy, working her with my tongue while my fingers pump in and out. Again, I’m absolutely floored by the incredible taste.

         I continue like this for a good while, orally servicing this delicious group of sweet treats until I’m struck with a bolt of inspiration. I pull back for a moment, catching my breath, and then focus on the largest cock of the bunch.

         “You taste so fucking good,” I groan. “I need it all.”

          With that, I open wide and take him between my lips. This time I alter my technique. Instead of bobbing my head, I swallow this truffle deeper and deeper, somehow managing to take him well past the expected limits of my gag reflex. I slip him all the way down into my gullet, finally coming to rest with my face pressed up against his round body. It’s here that I remain, holding in this stunning deep throat maneuver for as long as I possibly can.

         When I finally run out of air I pull back with a frantic gasp, spit dangling between my mouth to the head of his shaft in a long, semi-translucent strand. My eyes are wild with lust, utterly consumed by my craving for more of these sexed-up desserts.

         “Fuck me,” I command.

         One of the chocolates immediately takes charge, climbing onto the ground next to me. “Get on,” he instructs.

         I do as I’m told, throwing my legs over the top of him and aligning his cock with my aching pussy.

         Around me, the rest of the chocolates have broken off into their own pairings, every combination imaginable grinding against one another. The sound of their moaning fills the air, an erotic choir to soundtrack my ride.

         I lower myself, allowing the chocolate below to slide up into me. His dick is utterly enormous, stretching me out and giving me a moment of pause as I struggle to take him. I’m stretched to my absolute limit, reeling from the sensation of his incredible girth.

         Fortunately, this truffle is a patient, giving lover, just as well versed on sensuality as I was promised. He takes his take, refusing to move until my body has adjusted to his size. Gradually, any discomfort melts away, replaced instead by a pleasant warmth.

         Meanwhile, Lucy the lead chocolate has floated down into position before me. She hovers for a moment and then lowers herself onto the waiting face of the chocolate below her. The lower chocolate is happy to oblige, immediately getting to work as he ravenously eats her out.

         “Oh fuck,” Lucy groans, her body lurching forward as he hits her just right with his sugary tongue. Fortunately, I’m right here to catch Lucy, wrapping my arms around her and holding tight as the two of us start to grind, rocking our bodies in unison.

         Gradually, my pace begins to quicken. Lucy and me continue passionately making out as we ride the truffle below, or bodies moving along on the same journey together. Soon enough, all three of us have fallen into the groove, slamming away in perfect synchronicity.

         The warmth at the pit of my stomach continues to grow, spilling out across my arms and legs and filling my entire nervous system. I begin to tremble, struggling to hold all of this incredible pleasure within my frame. In the past, my orgasms have had a sort of singular focus, a distinct inward perspective, but this moment is the exact opposite. I feel spiritually and sexually connected to the entire box, each and every participant resonating on the same erotic frequency. As my eyes scan the various pairings, I realize that each and every one of us is working on a similar timeline, the escalations of our pleasure moving and dancing and swirling as a single cohesive unit.

         “Just like that, just like just,” I murmur, egging on the chocolate below me. With every passing round my voice escalates in volume, until eventually I’m crying out at the top of my lungs. “Just like that! Just like that!”

         The impending climax has bloomed within, working its way through every one of my muscles and pulling them tight. The tension is almost too much to bear, but just when I feel as though I can’t take another second of this it releases in a beautiful, powerful wave, sweeping me away. I throw my head back and let out a mighty shriek, my voice filling the chocolate shop.

         Lucy, who rides right in front of me, suddenly does the same, joining me in a duet. The next thing I know, the rest of them are crying out.

         The chocolate below me is slamming up into my body with everything he’s got, diligently carrying me through the entirety of my climax. When I finally finish, he pushes deep and loudly groans, unleashing a massive payload of chocolatey spunk.

         The truffle’s gooey filling spills into me, an expression of his pleasure. When I finally collapse off of him it comes running out, pooling across the floor as all of the truffles join us in a panting, fucked-silly pile.

         “That was incredible,” I gush. “Valentine’s Day hasn’t even begun and it’s already off to a great start.”

         One by one the chocolates start to collect themselves, floating back into the box and sealing themselves up. A few of them have small bites taken out of them, but for the most part they’re looking good.

         “I had a lot of fun,” Lucy coos, giving me a sweet and gentle kiss on the cheek. “You don’t have to eat us all at once,” she reminds me. “We can last until April if you take your time.”

         Once I’m alone, I pull back on my clothes. My mind returns to an assortment of practical thoughts, like how I’m ever gonna manage to get this enormous box home. When I look back at it, however, I find it’s actually much smaller than I remember. What I recall being so large that I could hardly wrap my arms around it will now probably fit in one hand.

         Chuck returns from the back room, smiling warmly. “How’d everything go out here?” he says.

         Before I can answer, Marissa stumbles in, her hair a mess and her makeup speared. “Fucking great!” she cries out, giving two enthusiastic thumbs up.

         “Glad to hear it!” Chuck continues. “You’ve both done a really great job filling out this story.” He checks his wristwatch. “And right on word count! We’re just passing the four-thousand-word mark… well, not quite. Hold on.”

         Chuck dances around in a circle, bobbing his head and twisting his fingers in the air, It looks like he’s talking to himself, mumbling something under his breath.

         “Dialog, dialog, dialog,” he says quietly, “Talking fills the space and then… here we are! Just over four thousand words.”

         “Again, I have no idea what that means,” I admit. “I do really appreciate the gift card, though. My husband is gonna love it.”

         “Next time you can come in together!” Chuck suggests. “We’re open all year!”

         With that, Marissa and I gather our things. We leave the shop, making our way back upstairs and returning to the mall.

         I put my arm around my friend and pull her close. “That was a lot of fun,” I say.

         “Good,” she replies. “That’s what it’s all about.”