“Hey, dear.  This candy reminds me of your dick,” I told my spouse.  “You wanna try one?”

We were driving in the car, on a long ride.  And we’d stopped at a gas station.  I went into the mini-mart and looked through all the candy.  It was that kind of mood–I wanted to stare at everything.

Finally I found some fruit gummie candies that are vegetarian and seemed appropriate for me, as long as I only ate a few.  They were expensive, but it was a difficult day.  Sugar would help.

I put one in my mouth, and it was tasty.  Fruity and comforting.


“Sure!” my spouse said, willing to learn what his dick feels like.

“Yeah, so tasty.  Feels substantial, delicious, so welcome in my mouth.  Soft but firm.  Like your dick.  It’s soft on the outside, but has a firmness underneath.  Mmmm, feels wonderful,” I said.

He took all that in.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Nice–I didn’t know you like sucking dick,” I said.

We drove along for a while.  The pleasure of the candy in my mouth felt special.  It made me feel a little dreamy, like we were floating.


“Do you want another one?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“I’m giving you the other color,” I said.  “There are two colors–reddish and purpleish.  Does that one taste different?”

“Yes, I think so,” he said.

“I can’t tell,” I said.  “They both just taste like candy.  Like fruity sweetness, to me.”


It felt like relaxed, humming joy.  I had never seen that type of candy before, but the label says it’s been around a while.  Maybe in other parts of the country.

I felt pre-nostalgia, that I would never be able to eat this candy again without thinking of my spouse’s dick.  It was a nice premonition.

By Nest

Curious, disabled Earth Goddess, telling the truth.

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