The Gingerbread Man
A Scrumptious Erotic Fairy Tale
By Lynn Hubbard
© 2011 Copyrighted by Lemon Press
Published by Lemon Press at Smashwords
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Once upon a time, there was a young woman who was taking a short cut through the woods. The blowing wind rustled the leaves around her and brought with it a subtle hint of cinnamon. Following the scent, Penelope stumbled upon a small cottage.
Her mouth watered in anticipation. These were hard times and she could not recall the last full meal she had, much less a sweet treat. She hoped the owner of the cabin would be willing to give share their good fortune.
Making her way up the cobblestone path, she knocked briskly on the door.
There was no answer.
The aroma was stronger now and her stomach rumbled in need.
She cried out.
Again, no answer.
Unable to deny her most basic of needs, Penelope grasped the wooden latch and lifted. She pushed open the door and winced as it creaked. Penelope hesitated just for a second before taking a deep breath and entering.
She looked around cautiously before closing the door. The delicious smell of fresh baked cookies filled the sparsely furnished cottage.
Yet no one was around.
‘Perhaps they left them to cool.’ She thought as she entered the tiny kitchen.
However, the kitchen was bare. Not a stitch of food was to be had. Not even a crumb.
She thought at first. Hanging her head in despair, she noticed some crumbs on the floor. Looking closely, she spotted some more. In fact, it was a trail of crumbs, which lead to a back room.
Unable to quench her curiosity, Penelope took a couple steps to the open doorway. She was shocked when she peeked inside. There was a bed and a man lying on top.
At least she assumed it was a man. The room was dark so she could not make out his features. Stepping closer she froze as the wooden floor creaked beneath her feet.
Thankfully, he did not move. Taking a step closer, and then another, she reached the side of the bed. Looking down, she was shocked at what she had found: A life size Gingerbread man. She blinked her eyes twice to make sure she was seeing things right. Verifying she was sane. She fell to her knees in shock.
He appeared to be sleeping with the covers pulled up tightly to his chin. All thoughts of reason left her mind. She should turn and run. What type of magic is this?
But he smelled so damn good! Her senses were overwhelmed by his essence. With her mind turned off her primal needs took over. She watched in suspended horror as her hand reached out for the covers. He mumbled a bit but did not awaken. Grasping the edge she pulled them down to the end of the bed exposing him fully to her view.
Her brain screamed at her: This was impossible! Girls are supposed to be made from sugar and spice, not men.
The white icing that highlighted his features seemed to beckon her to him. Her eyes drifted down his brown sculptured body. His coloring was perfect. A lovely burnt umber, just slightly darker around the edges. Renewing her inspection, she stopped and stared in shock at the appendage between his legs.
Unable to control her own curiosity, she reached out and grasped it in her hand.
He sat up with a start and Penelope jumped up in surprise.
“Who are you?” He asked, he voice was heavy with sleep.
“I’m Penelope. I’ve never seen a man such as you.”
“Are you a Girl? I’ve never seen a girl before.”
“Well let me show you.” Penelope said as she slowly removed her clothing revealing to him her thin body and pale breasts.
Her body tingled as his rough hand reached up to touch her smooth flesh. Lost in the moment she almost fell and grasped his shoulder to catch herself. His skin was so hot to her touch. It was as if he was just freshly baked.
Unable to resist his appeal, she knelt down on her shaky legs by his bed. With an age-old instinct pushing her forward, she leaned over and kissed his sugary lips.
A moan escaped her as her silky red lips melded with his. Needing more, she darted her tongue out and traced his mouth. Feeling brave, she slid her hand slowly down his chest. Her hand caressed him as it went. All of him down to the last gum drop button. She hesitated briefly when she reached her goal. She gently grasped him as if he might crumble. Carefully moving her hand she kneaded him softly until he was brittle. Caught up in the moment, she continued licking his face as his mumbling turned muffled.
Reluctantly pulling away, she was horrified to realize his mouth was gone.
What has she done? Her heart was beating frantically. As she covered her mouth in shame.
The answer was taken from her when his hand reached for hers and placed it back on his dunking stick.
Her guilt over whelmed her and to cover her ache she continued caressing him. She had to give him whatever comfort she could. It was not long before icing started squirting out. Wanting to please him, she leaned forward trying to catch it in her mouth. A glop landed on her cheek and in her hair. There was just so much!
Frantic she covered the tip with her mouth and lapped up his sweet juices until he was dry. The warm cookie in her mouth tasted so good. It has been way too long. Without thinking, she took a small bite.
Pleasure exploded inside her, it was the most delicious desert. She continued to lick and nibble her way up his quaking body. Reaching his waist she wasn’t sure how much more she could handle. He was just so big!
Unsure she glanced up at his face. She couldn’t stand him looking at her like that, like she was a fiend. She looked into his beady little eyes and plucked them out. She felt relieved as she popped them into her mouth and crunched.
With renewed vigor, she consumed him. All of him, every last inch. Lying on her back sated, she wiped the crumbs from her face with the back of her hand. In her relaxed state, she moved to run her fingers through her tousled hair. They were met with sticky white goo. Plucking out a glob, she licked her fingers clean. Feeling sleepy, she stretched and curled up on the soft mattress. Turning her face to into the pillow, she inhaled his spicy scent. He was the best man she ever had.
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