Seduced by the Pumpkin Spice Latte

by Evelyn Cloves

She needed to look good for her first PSL. She selected a pair of yoga pants, some cute sneakers, an oversized tee, layered with another oversized tee, a cardigan, and three different scarves. Fall was all about layers and Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and Melissa was stoked about both.

She toyed with her phone as she waited to get that hot, creamy deliciousness in her mouth.

I think they’re the sexiest drink we sell.”

She felt a throb in her body that was undeniable - was she into this Pumpkin Spice Latte? Like...sexually? She pushed the notion out of her mind - that was silly. You couldn’t have sex with a Starbucks drink...or could you? No...you couldn’t.

Oh my god, Melissa Brewer, you cannot be attracted to a Pumpkin Spice Latte. That doesn’t make sense, she reprimanded herself. But she could feel it. Her body wanted that Pumpkin Spice Latte, and not just to drink.

As the hot, milky stuff ran down her throat, she let out a small moan.

Was she really going to do this? Was she going to have sex with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in a Starbucks?

“There are a certain few people who we call Pumpkin Spice-sexuals. It’s very rare, but Michael and I--” she nodded at the guy with the Afro-- “are two of them. And we’re very good at spotting our kind.”