Sexy Potato Novels & Stories

I got up and found Sadie in there looking for food. “I made you a plate of food. It’s in the microwave.” I told her and she smiled at me. “I didn't mean to wake you.” “It’s okay baby. I knew you would wake up hungry. I got your favorite.” She smiled when she opened the microwave. “You can come to bed now.” She said as she heated up her fried chicken and poured herself some milk. I rubbed my eyes and heard Julie cry out.

"Yes, sir. Would you like to buy these bulk?" "Yes. Yes." He smacked his lips. "It looks freshly picked. And the quality seems good. Fine, one silver coin for this bulk. You seem like a good kid, I'm going to give you a chance to continue doing business. How about these potatoes? Are they sweet? They are large ones." "Large but still sweet to eat, sir. I have a sample here." Ritian duck to hide his wrist from view. He 'fiddled' below the cabinet before flicking out a warm sweet potato from his dimension. "You can try this one."

The metallic taste of blood, mixed with the thought of Devon, was the only thing keeping me restrained right now, while Sebastian sat there, serving himself a slice of the steaming lasagna, looking as innocent as a deer, when, unknown to him, he was discussing ball gags, vibrators, and the kinkiest toys known to mankind. “Pain relief, right?” He asks Nora with a soft, brotherly laugh. “Oh, God, I’m going to faint..” Nora squeaks, choosing to keep her mouth full of juice instead. “What was that?” “Nothing...” she chuckles sheepishly, before taking another gulp, staring at me while I served her a slice of lasagna. “So, Damien, can I really get it for relief? I have had this weird pain in the b

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Or maybe he's always been this way. I put my sundress and sunglasses over my head and come out of the changing room. "Fine. A beach date sounds good. I will bring sushi to the beach and your favorite drink, Mountain Dew." I don't know why he likes Mountain Dew. It tastes like battery acid to me. "Be sure to wear your new suit as well. It might make all the other beachgoers jealous." Hunter pulls me in for a kiss and tastes a little like cigarettes and ashes. It's like kissing a dragon some days. I go into his shorts and remove the cigarettes.

Lucas Lewis walked to the elevator and went down there, where there was already a black Lexus parked in front of the building ready to take him to meet two people from CG Kiehl Corporation. *** At Luna Lee's office… Luna Lee just finished back from lunch with her office friends at the 'Fast Burger' shop which is located in front of the office building. "Ah, today's salad is too much with mayonnaise. It makes me sick," said Jolie Bald, one of Luna Lee's friends at work. "That's true," agreed Luna Lee, "I couldn't even finish my burger. I think it's because of their mayonnaise batter which might have been too much. It's so sour and makes my stomach roll."

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His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

Apparently, he was the old man who claimed my scrawl was most valuable. Chills shot up my spine. My mind went blank. Every bit of social etiquette, polite pleasantries, even the basic greeting I had planned in my head obliterated by his sheer presence. I parted my lips, and an airy stammer wheezed out of my throat. Terry sensed the tension in my muscles. “Sam brought some local produce. The potatoes and sweet potatoes are fresh from the soil.” Local produce? Potatoes? Sweet potatoes? I saw it clear as day. The ever-intimidating Tyson Rigsby tweaked his brow ever so slightly at the mention of potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Wrapped in an old coat, Conrad sat alone in the damp basement apartment. The room was dark. Only a nearly burned-out candle on the coffee table cast a faint glow. Beside it sat a shriveled roasted sweet potato. He had stood in line for two hours that day to buy it from a street vendor. "Happy New Year, Seraphina." He spoke softly to the empty room. Picking up the cold sweet potato, he peeled away the charred skin and took a large bite. The rough fibers scraped against his throat. A familiar spasm twisted through his stomach.