His moistening gaze landed on my potato self. Licking his fruitful lips, he prowled towards me with a carnal look.
I, flustered under his deepening gaze, began to profusely sweat. I baked, being the potato I was.
He stopped, placed a strong but gentle hand on my side and pulled me slowly into his rippling and half-naked self and took a soft bite out of me; was I nothing but a potato in this world?
{J}
