Ok, so I decided to interview myself. Yep, answer some of those questions, comments I've seen around about my second erotic fairy tale, The Gingerbread Tryst. Out of the three: The Enchanted Flute, The Gingerbread Tryst, and Rapunzel's Release, The Gingerbread Tryst was the most FUN to write. The story simply flowed, the humor, the thrills, the twists at the end...it was literally like magic! So, these are just a few of the questions I asked myself and answered for you!
Seriously, a woman having sex with a cookie?
NG: This is about a gingerbread cookie turning into a real flesh and blood MAN. Ok, so he smells like ginger and spice, tastes like cinnamon and has red-hot flavored kisses...he's still a man. C'mon, sex with cookies is just plain weird. :)
Where do you come up with this stuff?
NG: Well, I love to cook and bake. I'm a dessert tasting connoisseur and I guess I've always had this fantasy of my deserts coming to life...it all started with the talking M&M's. No, for real, I love creating hot fantasies that nobody else would dream up and I think this story hit the damn nail on the head.
Am I supposed to laugh while reading this story?
NG: I'd be worried about you if you didn't. This is a FUN, sexy reading romp and I hope the humor isn't lost between the groans of pleasure and moans of delight.
Should I expect the story to stick to the classic fairy tale version?
NG: Ok, if you haven't picked up on this from the questions answered earlier...The Gingerbread Tryst is nothing like the classic. It's hotter, naughtier and a whole lot more FUN... I think I mentioned that already.
Are there anymore classic fairy tales you're thinking of flipping over to the erotic side?
NG: *evil, maniacal laughter* I'm afraid you'll just have to wait and see...
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Caution! Steamy Cookie Sex Below!
Looking around her kitchen, Marisa tried to think of something harmless she could cast a wish spell on. She was curious and anxious to try the incantation, but she needed to test the spell on something first before using the magic on Don. Her gaze fell on the gingerbread cookie dough.
She hurried back to the dough, rolling the softening ball flat with her wooden rolling pin as a delightfully naughty idea popped into her head. Grinning, she used her knife to carve out the biggest gingerbread man shape she had ever made. She placed raisins on the crown of the cookie for his hair, milk chocolate pieces for the eyes and nose, and added red hot candies for his mouth. She carefully piped blue frosting on the cookie for the shirt before standing back to look at her handiwork.
Giggling, she carefully placed a cinnamon stick between the legs of the gingerbread man. With the cinnamon stick standing vertically, her aroused cookie looked like he had a very long cock. She added more raisins for his balls and used her knife to carve muscles into the arms of her cookie man.
Marisa shook her head. If Don saw her now, standing here gawking at such a freaky creation, he’d be disgusted. Grabbing the book, she studied the incantation for the wish spell. The bookstore owner’s warning replayed in her head, but Marisa wondered what harm could come from wishing the cookie was a man . . . a real flesh and blood insatiable man. He would be just like the mischievous cookie in the classic fairytale from her childhood except he’d chase after her and . . . .
Pound my pussy until I can’t take it anymore. Marisa laughed out loud at her dirty thoughts.
She stared at the fragrant brown dough in front of her again, taking in a deep breath. What was she waiting for? The spell couldn’t possibly work. Exhaling, she quickly spoke the words of the wish spell before she could change her mind.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. Marisa was just about to turn away when she noticed a twitch. The little gingerbread man had moved!
Screaming, she backed away from the island until her bottom hit the wood cabinets behind her. She watched the cookie dough flutter and shake as it rolled back into a ball, then it traveled to the edge of the island and fell onto the floor.
Breathing heavily, Marisa stared in shock as a figure began to rise from behind the marble island. Her gingerbread man continued growing in height and thickness as she gripped the counter behind her, transfixed by the magical sight. She couldn’t take her eyes off the flesh and blood man now standing before her. He had sexy brown skin the color of molasses, soft black curls on the crown of his head, warm brown eyes and a full mouth turned up into the teasing smile she had designed. His muscles looked huge beneath the thin cotton blue shirt she had piped on just moments ago.
She watched him walk toward her with slow, unsteady steps. He came from around the island, moving more rapidly as he gained his balance. A gasped escaped from her lips as her gaze traveled down over his flat, muscular stomach to the enormous erect cock bobbing in front him. The taut flesh was so big and long that despite her disbelief and fear, Marisa’s pussy began to tingle.
“No, no, no! This isn’t happening!” she cried, moving away from her delectable fantasy turned flesh.
“Run, run, run as fast as you can; I’m going to catch you . . . I’m your gingerbread man!” He called after her as she raced around the island.
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