Candy Craving

I'm going to eat you, my caramel nut bar sweet obsession. I caress
the plastic wrapper and gently slide my finger under the seam. Slowing
I unzip the backing. I can smell the dizzying milk chocolate, creamy
caramel and firm, crisp nuts. I lick softly between the seams opening
the wrapper slowly down the long, knobby shaft. The covering drops in a
heap on the floor. There you stand in naked splendor; nothing imitation
or enhanced. No embroidered markings or USDA stamp of approval. I brush
your hard, erect form against my breast, shoulder, neck, face and
gently lick the engorged tip. My heart races and I feel my breath
hasten against your protrusion. You enter my mouth. I hold back the
moistening urges to bear down passionately. Lovingly, I caress your
elongation and stroke it in my hands. I press my tongue along your side
sucking the sensual chocolate shell. Faster and faster I lubricate the
shaft noting each knob of nuttiness, and caress each nut with gentle
touches and kisses. Eagerly I pop the slippery bar in and out of my
mouth, over and over, again and again, until I am overcome, ? and
swallow.