A friend had me over for dinner as we both have busy lives had not spoken for some time. Our verbal intercourse took an unexpected turn when I was offered seconds of the spectacular Spaghetti alla Puttanesca. While the original serving was quite beautifully presented, the dish had become messy and I was served sloppy seconds. My friend suggested we leave it for the maid and get dessert at a nearby bistro, famous for an extraordinary concoction known as a Chocolate Orgasm. It was quite late and although the Mons Veneris Bistro was closed to the public, regular patrons were allowed to go down on the rear steps in the alley and access the rear entry through the back door.
And for those that think this is a long way to go for a chocolate dessert, you obviously never had an orgasm.