Stan was really nervous on our date. He kept asking me over and over if I was allergic to strawberries. It was annoying I guess, but kinda sweet, too. It’s nice to meet a guy who worries about me for a change.
He said he liked my freckles. “They’re kisses from angels,” he told me. It was so corny, but so cute. So I decided to go home with him. Show him what more of me the angels kissed.
But when we’re back at his place, I realize why he was so worried - his body has transformed into a plump strawberry!
I should be shocked. Scared, even. But he smells so damned delicious!
Stan apologizes. Tells me he should’ve warned me, that this happens to him whenever he’s turned-on.
But I don’t care. I can’t stop looking at that part of him that pounds for me, golden seeds puckered into his swollen red shaft.
I have to know how he tastes—
This 2,604-word erotic stand-alone story contains explicit adult content. It is not recommended for readers under age 18.
About the Author
Isn’t it funny how things you liked as a kid actually turn you on when you get older? Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a unicorn when I grew up. Then I wanted to be Sailor Venus. Now I wanna be in a three-way with both of them! I used to do fanfics, but now I want to make my own stories. Sexy stories about whatever pops in my head. Tales with lots of alien tentacles, monster tongues, and huge metal robot dicks that won’t stop. So, join me for an adventure in one of my books! It’ll be fun!