Mad Potato Novels & Stories

the girl asked when she caught Adam's sweet smile. "Not really. But this is my favorite food. If my mother cooks this, she would definitely send it to the office," the man replied. "Ah, do you like it?" Luna pointed to a container filled with potato liver sauce. "Well, what's its name? I forgot," the girl said shyly. "Potato liver sauce." "Ah, yeah. That's the name. Er, isn't it potato gizzard chili sauce?" Luna's correction. "I don't like gizzard. So mom would definitely skip the ingredients every time she cooked this meal," Adam explained.

She reached over my arm and took a heaping fork-full of mashed potatoes and stuck them in her mouth. “You have to try these. I'm pretty sure they're made of heaven,” Darcie moaned. I loaded up my own fork and tasted them. They were creamy and delicious with a buttery goodness and just a hint of garlic. “Probably the best potatoes I've ever had. Even better than Mom's,” I gushed, reaching for another bite. She knocked my fork away with hers to defend the potatoes from me, but I got a fork in anyway. “You need to marry this guy,” Darcie informed me as she stuffed another bite into her mouth. “Anyone who sends something this delicious has to be a keeper.”

the Ace of Clubs demanded as it climbed onto my face to try and force my mouth open. Okay, seriously, this is nightmare fuel! And I don’t know who their Queen is, I can only assume it’s the fucking Shit Witch, and I want no part of anything she demands I drink. So I clamped my mouth tighter than when I was a toddler, and mom wanted me to eat Brussel sprouts. They are the worst vegetable on the planet, and I still have never eaten them. And just like that vile veggie, I am not ingesting these psycho cards tea!

Laura snatched the damn game out of Josie’s hands as Gloria Gaynor went into her second verse. Just then, Madge appeared with the potato pancakes and a huge, steaming pile of coconut shrimp. Three cruets of aioli and she and Josie dug in before Madge could croak out with “Anything else?” “Mmmmmmmm,” Josie groaned, her mouth nibbling on the end of a fried shrimp the size of her hand. “Uh, yeah.” Brow furrowed, she caught Laura’s eye. “Did we forget the fried green tomatoes?” Before Laura could reply, Madge said, “Got it,” striding off.

“Just a bit more.” Soon, I felt it. His warm cum spurted into my mouth. Once he'd pulled out, I coughed it all out. “Stand, Darrel,” he commanded. Like a puppet, I rose to my feet. “Sit down.” Again, I obeyed, plopping down onto the chair right across from him. Aiden opened up the pizza box. “Eat.” Reaching out for a pizza slice, I munched on it. “How does the pizza taste?” he asked. “Like my cum?”