Erotic Fiction by Medea

Like Sex for Chocolate

	Late at night in the bakery display case, a large gingerbread man 
reaches for the chocolate woman-shaped cake beside him.  Her eyes are painted 
closed, and she is posed as though she is reclining in bed.  When he touches 
her, her frosting melts slightly.  He's warm, as if he were fresh out of the 
oven.
	He leans against her, his icing mouth rubbing against her 
fudge-flavored leg.  Chocolate smears onto him as he crawls up the side of 
her cakey body.  She remains motionless, as if sleeping, but he thinks he 
sees her mouth open into a quivering O.  He makes his way to her stomach, and 
lies on top of her, arms across her breasts, feet touching her German 
Chocolate mound.
	In the morning, when the bakery staff arrives, they find him back in 
his spot on the tray, covered in frosting, not yet dry.  Beside him, the 
surface of the cake is marred, but repairable.  The manager makes a note to 
reprimand the closing staff for their rough handling of the baked goods, and 
munches on the unsalable gingerbread man as the cake woman is whisked away to 
have her decorations retouched.