Faith's Journal - Eggplant
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Story: Faith buys an eggplant. In some ways it is like Logan's cock. But not in enough ways. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
I went for a long run and then I had a long shower and then I put on fun makeup and went to the market where I bought an eggplant.
It is quite beautiful with its smooth glossy purple skin, its firmness without being hard. It does feel more than a little like Logan’s cock. Probably it’s a little bigger. Not as warm. My fingers do not glide along the eggplant skin the way they do along Logan’s cock skin. Maybe if I added some oil. At checkout I blushed. I couldn’t help it. Anyway, I’m not going to fuck it, I’m going to peel it and slice it and sprinkle grated cheese on top and bake it in a broth of diced tomato and chopped onion and crumbled brown sugar. Then I’m going to eat it.
Okay, it’s baking now. At the library this afternoon I read a novel about a troubled girl, 25, Irish, who hoped to be an artist. A conceptual artist. She spent the summer at the cottage of her dead grandmother taking pictures of dead animals. It was definitely a sad story. I have mixed feelings about conceptual art. Like really the most important thing is the concept, and the realization is almost superfluous, even though sometimes it’s call performance art. I think art should include old-fashioned craftsmanship and not just creating a book by Xeroxing a white sheet of paper over and over until the last page is practically black.
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