His Salty Little Strawberry

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.