Frisky the Snowman

by Lauren Biel

This story is for my readers who fantasize about sleeping with snowmen. To the rest of you, enjoy unlocking a new kink!

Before I put it where it belongs, I stop to straddle the first mound of snow. The hard-packed ice freezes my slit as I rub it along the friction-filled surface. There’s something about snow for me. I’m obsessed with the stuff. Most people find building a snowman fun, but I find it erotic. I’m crafting a perfect man, with a big, round lower body, a smooth midriff, and a perfectly shaped “head” on top.

My gaze drops to the bag once more, and I spot the pièce de résistance—the biggest carrot I could find at the store. Like, scary big. I wrap my hands around it and smile. “But he already has a nose,” I whisper, tapping the carrot across my chest. “What could he possibly need another one of these for?” My eyes drop to the huge, round, sexy ball at the bottom of his body, and I shove the carrot’s base into the packed snow. My grunts punctuate the night air as I struggle to get it in, but the snow finally spreads enough to let me attach his glorious accent piece. I step back and stare at the man I created. My big, white snowman with a nice-sized carrot dick. “I dub thee Frisky the snowman,”

“Do you like how my tits feel, Frisky?” I moan. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to ride your long, hard, orange cock?”

I fuck myself with carrots the other nine months out of the year, but it’s not the same.

Good girl, snow princess.

I must have fallen asleep, because I wake up confused as shit. I take a step back and nearly scream because I took a fucking step back. I wiggle my fingers and look down when they move. I’m no longer made of snow. And I’m naked. Jesus. I rush to the window and stare at my reflection with a dropped jaw. I look like her. Like a human.

My head drops back as I imagine her riding my lap. Her human flesh against mine. The way she’d bounce on me and push her perfect tits into my face. My hand strokes harder and faster until a peppermint-scented load shoots from my cock.

I can get dick. I almost got Chad’s dick, whether I wanted it or not! I just like the cold feeling of snow and the dirty taboo nature of fucking myself with vegetables instead of cock-shaped toys. Or real men. Is that really such a bad thing?

“But nothing! You have my fucking dream dick attached to you! It’s like I created my perfect man. Strong, sexy, chiseled, but with a carrot cock.”

I pull her off my cock and I come. Embarrassment flushes my face and chest as I hold her above my dick, spilling my pleasure onto my lap. “Jesus Christ, Frisky! Is that . . . peppermint?” Her eyes narrow for a moment. “That’s what was on my sheet that morning! You dirty fucking snowman,” she

“Yep, it’s peppermint,” she says as she licks her lips. “You never have to worry about me spitting.”

“Does that feel good, my snow princess? Do you like having two carrot cocks inside you?”

“Fuck, being inside you when you come is incredible, but witnessing you like this is indescribable. The way you writhe and bend from pleasure. The way your lips spread as you scream out. It brings me so fucking close. I want to fill you with my come. I want to see it dripping out of you. My naughty little snow princes.”