Larry The Cucumber Novels & Stories

“Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?” I looked at her realising what she was doing, “Yes, Luke.” “Do you remember his last name?” I blinked and blushed, “No.” “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Not really. Tall, skinny, blonde hair but not really any exact features.” “So, if he was sat in this courtroom today you would not be able to pick his face out of the crowd?” “No.”

It was always somewhere we could get caught, that made it hotter. I spotted him near the misting lettuce, in a black hoodie, jeans, and that stupid backwards cap he thought made him look young and hot. He was holding a cucumber, twirling it like an idiot. When he saw me, he smirked. I rolled my eyes but my pulse kicked up anyway, pushed my cart closer and stopped beside him. “Really?” I said, voice low. “A cucumber? That’s your opener?” He glanced around… some kids running, mom yelling about organic carrots, an old man squeezing avocados like they owed him money.

I got leftovers. “I was just wondering, and since I couldn’t solve the puzzle, I decided to ask directly,” Luka announces so well that, unfortunately, he still is blocking my path. “Just… just one question. Flowers or carrots?” Okay, my bad day is officially wrecked. “Cucumbers,” I snap back sarcastically. “What do you think I am? A rabbit? I’ve had enough for the day, Luka.” For the year, actually, I’ll be really grateful if he just lets me go home, but nope, that isn’t a part of his plans.

"You've been hungry since breakfast." "I know." Lucas picked up a cucumber slice. "Want one?" Leo nodded. Lucas handed it to him. The little boy made a funny face. "I don't like cucumber." Lucas laughed. "Then why did you ask for it?" "I thought it was a cookie." Everyone laughed. --- Soon the kitchen became busy. Naomi mixed the pancake batter. Lucas grilled the chicken. Martha prepared the salad. Leo proudly placed napkins on the table. "I helped."

Suddenly, Lexie opened my door, wearing yet another snug set of pajamas, her shape clearly visible. She looked at me, a hint of restlessness in her expression, and asked, "Mr. Kane, do you have any cucumbers lying around? I'm kind of hungry and would like to eat something." Of course, I knew exactly what she wanted to do with a cucumber. Last night, she was barely satisfied when Amanda summoned her back to the bedroom. Tonight, she had to be dying for a release. Meanwhile, the fire in me had long been ignited during breakfast this morning. Now that a beautiful, young woman was at my door, how could I even resist?

He was far worse at it than she was. Suddenly, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "This cucumber looks good." Huh? She didn't understand. Weren't all cucumbers like this? Then she heard him continue, "Very fresh, the shape and firmness are just right." Huh? Huh? Why did that sound strange? She looked at him in confusion, and he raised an eyebrow, "The female lead in 'Like Waves and Tigers' always maliciously assumes her older female boss likes cucumbers."

She looked at Callista'seyes, the girl was staring wantonly at the cucumber. Now Madri slipped it between Callista's legs. She heard the girl suck in breath harshly when the cucumber pushed past her outer labia. Madri watched, not believing her own fingers were acting, as she carefully pushed the cucumber deeper and deeper into her babysitter's pussy. The big green vegetable looked so sexy slipping into the girl's tight, brown pussy. Madri worked the cucumber in, listening to Callista's squeal with delight. As she did so, she looked at Callista and saw the girl's eyes were closed and that she was moaning in rhythm to with Madri's fingers on the cucumber. She reached forward, and felt the gir

Slowly, my brows wrinkle, and I cross my arms. “This is closing hours, Larry. Sally isn’t around,” I say to him, but he chuckles, walking up to me. The smell hits me hard—a rancid stench of smoke that seems to cling to his skin, and I involuntarily take a deep breath, trying to hold back my disgust. Larry is a creep in his early thirties who knows my mother, and ever since my dad died and we went broke, he has vowed that he would be the one to marry me. Cillian has beaten him up once or twice, but it never seems to deter him.

Larry squeezed his way to his great-grandfather's side, "Great-grandpa. I'm smart, right?" Grandpa Kyle chuckled and said, "Of course, our Larry is the smartest boy in the world." Larry, satisfied with hearing that, crawled up the couch and began dancing and jumping joyfully on it. While he was happily jumping around, he caught sight of his uncle walking up to him. He immediately sat down and greeted him reluctantly, "Uncle Julien." Julien said disapprovingly, "Little brat, did you not want to see me?" Larry rolled into Grandpa Kyle's arms and said, "Great-grandpa, save me!"

he says placing some in front of me, I simply take a bite of one of them while he keeps going with the explanation. “But it’s not the red apples who did that, they were pushed by godfather, the really bad guy, he’s also a spy you know?” he explains. “The godfather, like in the movie?” I ask him, he just laugh and nod his head yes. “Okay so the godfather, is this cucumber” he says, I nod my head yes again, keeping on with him, while I took another bite from my apple. “The cucumber boss, hates the green apple, cause they are green unlike the red ones who work for him, so he decided to plant a red apple between the green ones” he says placing a red one between my green apples, yuk!