The weather’s gotten cold, and I’ve grown more lonely, so I recently indulged myself and made a red velvet hot chocolate drink. Just for me. Because I have nobody to share it with.
But seriously, who would’ve thought to dye hot chocolate a red color? It must have happened under some very specific circumstances…
Jason was nervous about his blind date that night. His friends insisted that he needed to date more. And that they knew the perfect woman for him. How many times had he heard that one? Look where he was now, alone and waiting for a blind date. Another “perfect” woman. He was beginning to lose faith that his friends actually knew what that word meant.
He was still a struggling photographer in his tiny little apartment overlooking the fire station. It had been such a long dry spell, both in gigs for work and sex with women. Well, at least there was some possibility, however remote, for the latter tonight.
He arrived at the restaurant, slightly early, as he always did. He hated being late. Especially for a first date. He needed to make that good first impression. For sex, of course.
She walked in, a young Asian woman with jet-black hair. Her red cocktail dress had a slit up the side that just barely showed her beautiful long legs that looked like they had never seen a blemish in their lives. Jason’s heart started beating faster the minute he caught a glimpse of her.
Scarlet was her name, and she was a marketing executive at an internet company. The conversation flowed like beer from a keg at a fraternity party. They looked into each other’s eyes and they were both consumed with uncontrollable lust. It was like a scene from a movie. Just Jason and Scarlet and the table between them; the rest of the diners and the restaurant faded into the background. It was all they could do to keep themselves from ripping off each other’s clothes underneath the restaurant table.
The plates were cleared, the bill was paid, and they went so quickly towards Jason’s apartment that bystanders might have only seen a blur. Jason’s black shirt against Scarlet’s red dress, the two colors so vibrant, so sharp. Soon those garments were in a tangled mess on the floor, much like how their naked bodies were in a tangled mess on his couch. Flesh against flesh, lips interlocked, it was the sensation that Jason had been craving for months but couldn’t get. But it was happening now. And it was glorious.
They took turns gyrating on top of the other, their bodies fluidly twisting like acrobats in a Cirque du Soleil show. Temperatures were rising, and so were their heart rates. Jason could feel her wetness envelop his penis, the warm sensations of utter bliss that only a woman’s body could give him. As the undulations of pleasure reached the tips of his toes, he moaned like a prehistoric creature expressing its basest of instincts.
Scarlet’s experience was just as intense, as his slow penetration gradually increased the sensations in her groin area. With every thrust, it felt like she was flying higher and higher into the sky. She flew past birds and planes until she reached the clouds. She was floating high in the sky, her heart beating so fast it was about to jump out of her chest.
They were soon reaching the inevitable climax. His grunts became more urgent, her moans longer and deeper. She had reached that pinnacle, and she released a loud moan that shook the entire apartment. He soon followed, pulling out of her and erupting all over her stomach. Jason had never experienced that magnitude of a surge before.
His fluids had flown everywhere, and some had gotten onto Scarlet’s red dress. They both noticed, and he apologized. She seemed fine with it. Making some witty remark about having a Monica Lewinsky moment, she asked for a hot drink. It was a cold night, and even though they were both warm from their passionate romp, there was that sudden feeling of coolness that came after coming down from the climax. She wanted something to warm her up again.
Jason walked into his kitchen. He knew she didn’t drink alcohol, from the hours of conversation they had had at the restaurant. What would be a good warm drink? He reached up into his cupboard and saw a bag of chocolate chips. Hot chocolate! That would hit the spot.
He poured some milk into a saucepan, along with a handful of chocolate chips. As he waited for that to heat up, he knew that to make it truly decadent, he needed something to go on top of the hot chocolate. Marshmallows? Not that decadent. Plus he didn’t have any. Whipped cream? Yes, that was it. Whipped cream would make the drink complete.
Jason couldn’t get the image of his semen on Scarlet’s vibrant red dress out of his mind. There was something so luxurious about that red dress. He thought back to the red velvet cupcake he had yesterday. That rich, chocolatey flavor with the tangy cream cheese frosting. He savored every minute of the experience, much like his encounter with Scarlet.
Then it hit him. He could make a red velvet hot chocolate drink. He just needed to dye the hot chocolate red for the base. And then some cream cheese in the whipped topping for that tanginess. Soon the drink was ready, and he presented his creation to the beautiful woman in his living room.
She loved it. She moaned with pleasure, almost as much as when she had climaxed five minutes earlier. Soon their clothes were off again.
My experience making this was nowhere near as exciting, but it was so delicious nonetheless.
Red Velvet Hot Chocolate
Serves 1
1 1/4 cups milk (I used 2% since that’s what I had on hand)
1/4 cup semisweet chocolate chips (or bittersweet if you have them)
red food coloring, to your liking
Topping
2 tablespoons heavy cream
1 tablespoon sugar
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 tablespoon cream cheese
- Heat the milk and chocolate chips in a saucepan, stirring until melted.
- Add red food coloring until the hot chocolate is the desired shade of red, and pour into a mug.
- For the topping, beat the heavy cream, sugar, and vanilla together until there are stiff peaks.
- Fold the cream cheese into the whipped cream until combined, and dollop on top of the hot chocolate.
The milk and the chocolate chips. The chocolate chips are all under the surface of the milk, I swear.
After the chocolate melts, you can see I wasn’t lying about the chocolate chips being there.
Then some red food coloring gives the hot chocolate a red hue.
The whipped topping, which I whipped by hand. Thankfully, two tablespoons of heavy cream doesn’t require too much arm strength.
The red velvet hot chocolate, with the cream cheese whipped topping floating on top.
I loved how the two components went together. The whipped topping is airy and light, with a bit of tanginess from the cream cheese, and the chocolate is rich and sweet. They complement each other in flavor and in texture.
Now all this talk of red velvet makes me wish I had a red velvet cupcake right now…