Corn Daddy: A Steamed Short

by Helena Woodcock

So like, have you ever been kind of attracted to the Jolly Green Giant? Prepare to embrace those deep seeded leafy desires, because this weird little romp was written just for you. You may never look at a can of corn the same way again.

Liz blinked. “So, you’re, what? A leaf…guy?” “That’s not the correct term.” “Then what am I supposed to call you?” “You’ll call me ‘Daddy.’”

Ok, so he’s probably not going to kill me, but he’s definitely a corn person, so there’s that.

“I want to make you my queen, and I want to pleasure you until you have broken through the confines of your quaking realities.”

She was desperately horny and hanging naked from a crucifix made of cornstalks. This day had certainly taken a turn.