The Candy Maker

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abstractions, candy, chocolate, erotica, fantasy fiction, fiction, food, passion, sensuality, short story

Note: While nearly every post up here finds a way of attributing the one man who sparked off my journey into erotic fiction, this story is special.

It marks a crossing of 10,000 visits to this blog since it began in 2009. It is dedicated to Kanika – that fascinating woman whose voracious encouragement and appetites has kept me going ever since Mi Ramya Ranee’s conception and Pervy Pixel - that incredible man who gives me a blow-by-blow critique of everything I write.

This is what Pervy Pixel requested me in a conversation the other day: “I challenge you to include a giant rainbow lolly in there (the story), but you’re not allowed to use it in any way but completely innocent.” I took it upon myself as a worthy challenge to commemorate this milestone day on my blog, much to his chagrin. So without further ado, the tale narrated below is how I sought to meet his challenge.

R*****R

The door opened, the lights came on and he let out a breath of relief. The temperature was right, the aromas were pure and the conditions were the same as what they were when he had created them.

Somewhere at the back of the shop a light came to life, illuminating a micro-second and killing it before it passed. It managed to skip his inspection. He was busy admiring.

They stood upright and lovely – his dolls made of candy. A stately brunette made of Caramel Cream stood beside a slender raven-mopped Liquorice Treat. A surprisingly jolly Sour String Dolly stood beside them, wearing a shell of green like the colour was meant for her.

A brilliant creature made of the stuff rainbow lollies are made from vied for attention with a Candy Floss Cutie, while she in turn seemed to pay homage to a Spicy Bullet Drop whose appearance could be said to make the sight swelter as much as it would make the tongue water.

His assortment of candied dolls stretched the length of his shop, each one a re-fashioning of delicious femininity.

He turned to hang his coat on the rack when a tinkle and a faint step startled him.

It was the Rainbow Lolly Dolly – alive and delicately making her way towards him. She glistened, her colours shimmering and mingling to dazzle the eye. He didn’t dare breathe. He didn’t dare believe for even a second that his creation had come to life.

But she had, and she was silently raising her palm to him as though urging him to take it. He slipped his hand in hers and suddenly the shop glowed with life and several feminine eyes blinked in synchronised awareness.

He stared in wonder at his creations. They were alive, their colours blooming, their features bursting with life and their movements graceful.

He looked at the Rainbow Lolly Dolly, she was smiling at him and it was a sign of how unreal the entire situation was when he understood exactly what she was thinking. He nodded and walked towards them, inhaling their fragrances and basking in their colours.

They gathered around him, greeting their maker. One by one, they embraced him. His senses reeled under their texture, scent and even taste when it came to the Spicy Bullet Drop.

He was overwhelmed. To be adored and loved by passionate creatures crafted with his own two hands was like a drug to him. He didn’t fight it, he let its effect sink in.

What followed was a tasting and pleasuring of the kind no one writes about and few rarely speak about.

The pungent taste of the Spicy Bullet Drop still in his mouth, he reached out for the Liquorice Treat. He drank his fill from her bittersweet teats, his mind clearing up and clouding over in alternate seconds.

He was dragged from her bounties by the Candy Floss Cutie. She melted for him in his mouth, her surfaces coating his skin with sugary sweetness. She teased him with her feather-soft touches and he buried his head in her fluff, struggling to devour all he could.

Before he could think any further, he found himself sinking into the Caramel Cream Dolly. He sunk like a ship meeting its love, its reason for existence. He didn’t trash about though, he gladly allowed her to drown him. It was slow, it was rich, it was a filling of more than the belly.

The Sour String Dolly who was sweetly waiting her turn couldn’t bear it any longer. She perched on his head, her tangling straddling driving him into an electrifying frenzy.

He was both a goblet for taste and a cauldron of sensations. They were all around him, crumbling to pieces when his mouth was filled with another and reforming their feminine bits when he would look to them.

He lost all sense of himself, his body. In those moments he was both their Maker and their Destroyer. He had his fill of all of them and he spent his need in each of them. Except one.

In one accord they looked at each other, the Candy Lolly Dolly still smiling that brilliant smile for him. Only this time, her colours were running in a maddening riot along her body. Was she merely reflecting his passionate tastings or was she merely awaiting her turn?

He reached out a hand to her, but she simply shook her head and before he knew it he heard a faint tinkle and she was gone.

In the next moment a light came to life. A micro-second burst into a rainbow of colours and they disappeared into the bodies of several candy dollies.

He noticed it now because his dolls were made of candy no more. They were flesh and blood.

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