What if a lonely widow planted the magic Bean instead of Jack?
nDespite her disbelief in magic, the widow couldn't resist the urge to plant the Bean she possessed, wondering if anything extraordinary would occur. The next day, a towering Beanstalk sprouted and engulfed her house, completely transforming her life and giving her more pleasure than she ever experienced before.

Excerpt:
Two vines slithered closer through the air, cupping my shoulders in a comforting way. I sighed as they caressed me and massaged my aching muscles. I let myself enjoy the touch, and I could feel the tension leave my body. It eased away all the knots in my shoulders and slid lower to caress my lower back as well.
nMore vines slithered towards me, caressing my calves, and pulling off my work boots. The feel of the soft petals against my naked skin made me gasp. The plant stopped its movement for a moment, as if seeing what I would say or do.
nWhen I didn't object, they grew bolder, caressing more and more of me, until a soft moan came from my lips. The vines slithered underneath my dress, caressing my naked thighs and opening my legs. Arousal coursed through me, and I wondered what it would do to me. I allowed the Beanstalk to move my body, and I relished every second of it. I didn't want to think, worry, or grieve anymore. I just wanted to feel and enjoy what this plant did to me.

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nReader advisory: This story contains explicit sex scenes between a widow and a sentient Beanstalk.
nThe Beanstalk is a 3k words, steamy, hot, erotic fairytale retelling, short story. Explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers.
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The Beanstalk

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