Strawberry Garden

It’s just neighbourly to share your fruit

“Oh, I just love cream squirted over my fruit.”

Yesterday I wrote an article on writing erotica Writing About Sex, Strawberries and Cream and suggested that the story is the strawberries and the sex in it the cream. Strawberries play a minor role in this story but there is a lot of cream.

This is a paid subscriber story but you can also read Strawberry Garden in Tantalizing Tales on Medium.

Strawberry Garden

I mean I know they are like ripe fruit. Big and pendulous, they swing nicely when I go without a bra. They were a little more firm when I was younger but they get more attention now. Hubby says they resemble two bald men kissing when I do wear a bra and I do like to leave the first few buttons of my blouse undone. You know, show off my assets.

Today is definitely a two bald men day even though I’m in the strawberry patch picking the first of the crop. I’ve got my head down but I can feel eyes on me. Someone is eying up the chaps.

When I look up there is a hunk looking at me over the fence. Must be our new neighbour. I would not mind him fondling my fruit and a few other things as well.