Chocolate

Dark cacao, rich and bitter, hit Lois' tongue. Thick as pudding. Hershey's was a poor imitation thing, unworthy of the name chocolate, compared to this. Her eyes rolled back in her head a little. She knew some women claimed that chocolate was better than sex...but now, Lois knew the truth.

Maria walked over, warily, and touched Lois' shoulder. The reporter's eyes flew open, blue-stained fingers still stuck in her mouth.

"Uh...honey?" Maria asked. "Are you okay?"

For answer, Lois grabbed the barmaid's head and smashed the other woman's lips against her own. Maria, panicking, tried to pull herself off, but Lois was locked on her with maniacal strength. The barmaid could feel the tongue pressing against her lips, but kept her teeth firmly shut against the invasive organ...until Lois' hand locked against her nose.

Maria fought, feebly, as her lungs started to burn, beating her hands against this madwoman...but as the edges of her vision grew dim, and she was dying, literally dying for air, the barmaid opened her mouth...

...it was like drowning in the pure essence of chocolate. Like sticking your head into a chocolate fountain and not even bothering to swallow, just letting it flow through and into you. Yet at the same time it was so thick Maria could chew it. Finally, Lois' tongue withdrew, and the kiss broke...and Maria gasped in the sweet air, but she could still taste the blue pudding on her lips.

"Sorry..." Lois said, licking her blue-stained fingers. "Just figured I'd share the flavor."

When Maria could speak again, her eyes focused on the cum-drunk Lois, who was still licking the blue from around her lips.

"More."

"...yeah..." Lois said, eyes wide. "I know where there's more."