It was Valentine’s Day last week and it always makes me think of one of my favorite sites. I love the stuff that’s shocking, especially, if you can just explain it away as people having dirty minds rather than anything truly of questionable taste having been shown. That’s the case, with It’s Just Chocolate. The name itself seeks to reassure everyone that nothing so disgusting is going down. It’s just a little wet and messy fun, even if this sweet WAM treat looks as if it’s come from someone’s bum.

I must admit that it isn’t exactly for the squeamish, since although sucking on a chocolate coated tit seems almost ideal in my mind, the scenes do get weirder than that. Let’s just say you’ll see chocolate exuded from every pore on these whores and no holes are barred. You’ll keep repeating under your breath, as if to invoke upon yourself some reassurance through chanting the mantra, “It’s just chocolate. It’s just chocolate.”

I try to imagine the clean up after a shot like that. I would think these poor girls would be finding Hershey tracks in their underwear for weeks. The stuff must get into every nook and cranny from front to fanny. Sure, it might be fun to have a pussy producing some hot cocoa every time you get turned on, but trying to explain the brown stains in your lover’s bed sheets might be less amusing.

Anyway, what might seem as if it would only be the milk chocolate expression of an even darker perversion seems to have caught on as a romantic gesture in Japan. According to Toshi Maeda for Reuters (02/13/07), a Japanese spa in Hakone, two hours north of Tokyo offered special chocolate baths. Cocoa was mixed with hot water and fragrant bath powders and bathers of all ages in swimsuits, seemed to enjoy smearing it on each other’s faces and even licking some of it off their skin.

I wouldn’t swallow pool water, so I’m not sure about swallowing that chocolate swill. However, it turns out if I needed some Dutch courage first that the same spa offers wine or sake baths. If either of those got me too tipsy, I might try the coffee bath or the presumably sinus if not head-clearing curry bath. For me bathing in food or beverages with a bunch of strangers holds limited appeal. I don’t like strange pubic hair in my food or stir sticks that shrink when you pull them out of hot drinks.