Mon Chocolate Sucré (yes the story's English with a French title)

Story by Zixtank

Ye hello again peeps. Been a while since I last posted a story, but Rome wasn't built in a day.

Either way, I've been working on a new story for a few weeks now and - well, I intended to use it to compete in the annual story contest, but unfortunately, this one got too long (10 641 words to be exact, including the title) and the contest only allows up to 5 100 words. Pity, but hey, I'm still gonna share it so here ya are =P My new contest entry is only still in planning phase, but I think I've got a good shot at what I want to write.

Some thoughts of mine about it: As you probably have noticed, the title's French. I did this merely out of spite, there's really no hidden meaning about it, but I sorta like how it sounds =P "Mon chocolate sucré" is French for "My sweet chocolate" and is meant purely as an affectionate term (and as an original title).

I like the concept I wrote about, I just love stories about homosexual relationships, particularly lesbian, so that was what I was trying to start out with. I've also got a fetish for dark skinned and tanned girls as well as muscle girls as long as they're not extreme muscles like female bodybuilders for example. Slightly over fit is what I'd say is awesome ;P Also, needless to say, there's big boobs and futanari of course. there are some things I would have liked to elaborate on, but then the sotry would be about twice as long so I decided not to. I'm terrible at "keeping it short" (See?! Can't even keep the explanation short).

I cannot see myself continuing the story much really. I have tried to imagine the outlines of a sequel or a second chapter, but so far it's no good. However, if enough of ya vote for it though, how can I not =P

As a warning, the story might have a typo or twenty in there somewhere. I spell checked it twice, but if you find anything that seems way out of place, please tell me about it =)

You've probably already realized, but I like to write stories that aren't entirely focused on sex. I like romances and vanilla series the most, though I've grown way too tried of harem series that contain more than two or three girls competing for one guy. That being said, Stap by Stepsister IS going to be completed, I've just got to find the tiem and inspiration to finish it. The epilogue is even written and all, I'm just lacking the two last chapters before I can do aomething about it.

EDIT: Chapter 2 was originally in a thread os it's own, but it seems to have been moved and integrated into this one. Check the bottom of this page for it. Sorry for the inconvenience .

EDIT 2: Moved Chapter 2 up here instead. Also, can someone tell me why the two threads were integrated? They weren't the same ones.

Anyway, without further ado, here's the story. Please comment and rate in your own way and as usual, I accept all forms of criticism, good or bad. If you've got any requests or suggestions, let me hear them as well, though can't promise anything ;P

Mon Chocolat Sucré

“Hey, be careful with the pumpkins! The lanterns are going up the against the walls and be sure to place two at each door. On either side!”

“Where’re the paper ghosts going?”

“Wall-to-wall up under the ceiling, same with the skeleton figures.”

The hall rang out with the clamor of Rachel’s voice as she barked orders to everyone and no one in particular all at once. Not that anyone could blame her; the whole of the bunch that had volunteered to help out were about as disciplined as a swarm of mosquitoes, zooming back and forth, most without anything special to do.

“Coffee?” I offered her, holding up a large espresso from the Starbucks down at the corner. “Two sugar bits as always, right?” She looked at me with that exasperated smile she always wore when she was overworked. It had taken a while for me to realize it was from stress and not from the annoyance that someone had talked to her.

“Thanks,” she said as she pushed her oval glasses back onto her nose and took a deep swig of the cup. “By the way, next time you’re planning on taking a break in the middle of preparations, please tell me beforehand.”

I grinned back and patted her head; a habit Rachel had disliked since the first time I did it and she waved my hand away. I guess having your hair mussed by someone half a foot shorter than you isn’t making you feel very special. Then again, Rachel always wore high heels so there was no wondering the height difference. I still smiled as I drank from my own cup; espresso, four bits of sugar and milk.

“So, should we call it a day, pres?” I asked her and the President of the Birchwood High Student Council gave a deep sigh before she nodded and stuffed the cup between her arm and her breast before she clapped her hands together so everyone could hear.

“Okay everybody! Y

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