Listen, I’m not some kind of weirdo, some kind of freak. I consider my self pretty normal when it comes to stuff like this. I wouldn’t just decide one day to fuck some kind of anthropomorphic food character, but I would be a liar if I said there wasn’t part of me that got aroused when the Mars candy company introduced the Green M&M character in that commercial so many years ago. Her round figure, her slender legs, her plump, yet supple lips. Don’t even get me started on her sultry voice and mannerisms. Like I said, I’m not some sort of freak, but if I happened to be on a tour of the M&M factory and she wandered into the proximity of the tour group, I would have difficulty controlling my primal urges to take her into the nearest closet and have my way. I would crack her shell to reveal the sweet, brown chocolate beneath her hard, candy exterior. I imagine I would need to use my mouth and hand to warm her filling, so as to slide my manhood into her, but this is no different from a normal woman. The biggest hurdle, in my mind, would be the question of how to rid myself of the sticky evidence of my sweet sin. We are all well aware of the mess that melted chocolate can make. It sticks to your skin and stains your clothes. This is not to say that I would be discouraged, in fact, I think it would make a good reminder of the pure and simple joy that I received from this beautiful creature. There is no doubt in my mind that I could die happily after receiving her love.