Ellen J. Macafee
The Peach By: Ellen Macafee @cuddleprinciple
The Drip By: Ellen Macafee @cuddleprinciple
She sat on the sidewalk, elbows resting on her propped-up knees. The day was hot, even in her bikini top and cut-off shorts. In her left hand, a double scoop ice cream cone. She licked fervently, but it wasn’t enough. The first creamy trickle slid down her hand, she stopped and licked it clean.
The next made it a bit farther, to her wrist. She twisted her hand and licked the stray cream. She looked up as she licked and saw him, stopped mid-step, across the street. He stared, mouth open, awestruck. She licked, he gulped. Another trickle began, he watched it run down her hand and past her wrist. They locked eyes as she licked the creamy white line.
He turned and began to walk away. He stopped and looked back, hoping for one last look. A trickle was slowly heading down her hand, past her wrist. She smiled but didn’t move. The cream traveled down her hand and to her elbow, it was a stark contrast to her chocolate skin. It crossed the gap to her knee and headed down her calf to her toe. The man blinked.
She moved the cone to her right hand. The stream began to flow, this time, it crossed her hand, wrist, and arm quickly. When it jumped the gap, she moved her leg slightly and the creamy stream began its journey down her inner thigh. The man’s eyes widened.
Slowly, it crept towards the hem of her ripped short shorts. When the trail was moments from reaching its destination, she stretched her long legs out and crossed her ankles.
The man looked from her shorts to her eyes, a broken-hearted sadness in his gaze.
THE ORIGINAL GETTING SEXY WITH FOOD WINNER:
The Only Way to Eat a Cinnamon Roll
She ordered her usual. A large cinnamon roll, dripping with icing and an extra tub of icing. She sat in a noticeable spot in the food court, though she didn’t look around.