Corn Daddy: A Steamed Short

by Helena Woodcock

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.’”

We’re flirting now? Flirting with the corn man?

corngasm.

“Go on then. Shuck me.”

Liz associated this taste with the big deep fried elephant ears you could get at the county fair in the summer. He tasted like sweet summer sunshine.In fact, he tasted just like… “…butter?”

“I should strike you for disobeying me, Elizabeth.”

he released a geyser of golden butter.

let her upper body collapse onto the silky chartreuse bedding.

Liz’s corn had been successfully creamed.

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