A Taste Of Honey: She’s Anything But Sweet.

A Taste Of Honey.

Jack was new to town. He needed a fresh start. City life became too much, and some peace and quiet in a small town sounded perfect. He heard great things. The area was rural, but interesting. Activities galore. Horseback riding, swimming, dance lessons, bowling leagues, and even beekeeping. If he decided to pick up a hobby and start to mingle, it wouldn’t be an issue. He was escaping heartbreak. New York left him a torn man. Some country air would have to make him whole again. At least, that’s what he told himself. That was, of course, before he got a Taste of Honey.

After A Month In, Jack Was Ready to Explore.

The movers had come. His things were unpacked. Aside from the occasional trip to the grocery store, he had not done much exploring. Instead, he searched the internet for plans he would make, maybe…at a later date. Until then, the search engine was his only friend. Aside from the occasional phone calls from friends back home asking if he’s had enough of his little experiment. Although he had yet to have a taste of Honey, he told his friends his plans for the next few weeks were endless. In reality, he made no plans and instead continued fantasizing through the blue glare of his screen. However, something needed to change, and it would finally, the following day.

Jack’s Taste Of Honey Was Very Close.

Saturday was here. He knew of all the events this weekend and finally dared to head out to the farmer’s market. Eyes made their way to Jack. He realized this was a sort of debut for him. Showing up as the “new blood” in town. He kept his chin up and stopped at the flower tent. As he went to pick up a stalk of amaranth, his hand was greeted by another, much prettier than his. “Oops,” an absurdly cute and sexy voice announced. Jack’s eyes looked over and suddenly felt all of his heartbreak from NYC wash away as if on a boat down the Hudson River. The beauty spoke, “Hi, I’m Amber, but they call me”-“Hunaygirl, there you are!” Another voice interrupted. An older woman approached. Amber looked at Jack, “We’re the Bee Farmers, come to our stand just over there when you can!”

Jack Wanted A Taste Of Honey.

Amber looked different from the other women in town. She wore all black in a town of plaids, camo, and t-shirts with slogans. Her hair was dark too. It made her stand out in a sea of blondes. As Jack made his way over to the Bee Farmer’s stand, he could see, even from a distance, the effect she had on other men in town. Mesmerized. They had, by far, the longest line in the entire market. Jack had a feeling it wasn’t the sweet jars of amber confection, but Amber, herself. Finally, it was Jack’s turn. They chatted while she gave him sweet samples. Finally, she handed him a note to meet at a cabin in the woods later that night.

Jack Agreed, Of Course.

He met Amber at 9 PM, and they walked toward the cabin. Wanting nothing more than to kiss her, he didn’t realize a taste of Honey would be his end. She looked even more beautiful than just hours before. The moonlight shone onto her black hair, giving it a blue glow he couldn’t resist. She opened the door and invited him in. That’s when he saw them. Twenty other men, silent and still, as if their souls had left them behind…Curious to know what happens next? I can give you the ending. In addition, check out last week’s entry, Winter Time Portal.  Enjoy science fiction, then I’m your ultimate fantasy phone sex vixen!

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