Pounded by Produce

by G.M. Fairy

“Have you seen my hairbrush?” Laurent yells across the field from the back kitchen door. I whip my attention to him as he rushes toward me, all legs and arms flailing behind his tall form. I shake my head when he’s still several paces away. He sulks, looking up at the clouds and screaming, “Oh, where is my hairbrush!”

but it’s just me. Alone with two of the sexiest vegetables in the world.

“What happened?” “Big orgy. Filled with carrots and celery. Just missed it.”

No fear surrounds me. I’d love to die inside of her. If only Robert could join me. Both of us, encased by her, joined in nirvana and death.

“Everybody wants a water buffalo. Yours is mean, but mine is a kind fellow. Oh, where would you find one? I don't know, but everybody wants a water buffalo.”

“Pounding you as produce doesn’t even compare to how I can fuck you. I’m in control of your pleasure this time.”

“You’re so perfect. I love your face. I love your arm. I love your tits.” I kiss over the parts mentioned. My face hovers over her abdomen. “But most of all, I love your… belly button. God, I love your belly button.”