Corn Daddy: A Steamed Short

by Helena Woodcock

As for those of you who just read that content warning like a shopping list, repeat after me: The corn man can be a hot guy, but the corn man is not a good guy. We don’t want to date the corn man, ok? Ok.

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.’”

She dropped the cob into boiling water, because today was not the day that she would get vaginal worms, thank you.

Now Liz was running on spite, and she was determined to have this orgasm. He owed her this orgasm. She was entitled to legal cum-pensation!