Within the Depths of My Imagination

We move this to the kitchen. First thing you think is to open the fridge. I like the way you think, haha. You pull out chocolate syrup, ice cream, and strawberries. You lay me on the floor and begin to pour ribbons of chocolate syrup along my body. The cold, thick liquid send chills through me. It feels so good. You make it feel better, as you lick the syrup up the center of my stomach. You lick my neck. Down my chest. Down my stomach. Down my legs. You lick your lips, and the sight of it makes my heart skip a beat. You grab a spoonful of icecream and rub it slowly over every hill, and around every curve, of my body, ice cream slowly melting off of the spoon. The cold touch makes me gasp, as it slides over my hot skin. You drag a strawberry through the sweet flavors on my stomach and rub a drop of chocolate syrup off of my breast. You move the strawberry up for me to bite. I bite it, and so do you. You put the rest down and lean. Eyes hungry. Eyes seductive. Eyes kissing me. Lips kissing me. Your lips taste delicious. So sweet. So soft. You begin to lick down my body again, hands sliding over the slick lines of my body. You taste me, and, as you get lower and inbetween my legs, your mouth touches me, making me moan from the feeling. You move quickly, and my body arches and slides on the chocolate lake under me. My hands, slick, run up your back, as my body shakes with pleasure. You move faster. Huh.. Breathing shallow. Faster. Huh.. Fingers clawing. Faster. Huh.. Legs shaking. Faster. Huh.. Faster.. Huh.. Until.... Uh! My body tightens, frozen, yet shaking, for a moment. I relax my muscles, and you crawl up my body to kiss me. Finished?