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The Florist's Assistant Ch. 02

by dirty_lover on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

"You're not going anywhere, boy," she laughed, licking her lips and staring at me with her dark eyes suddenly narrowed, almost menacingly. "I'm just getting started with you." My eyes blinked, adjusting to the light she had turned on. The sight was breathtaking. My boss, Angela, was straddling my naked body, her wet, hairy pussy pressing down on my half-har...

The Florist's Assistant Ch. 03

by dirty_lover on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

(Thanks so much for the wonderful feedback, everyone! Sorry this one took so long, but I had to wait for more inspiration... Be sure to tell me what you think of my work!) * When I opened my eyes the next morning, Angela was already awake, humming around the kitchenette, making breakfast. She was already dressed: I was disappointed to see her beautiful ski...

The Florist's Daughter

by Original_Aramis on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Ray had been going into the same flower shop for the past two years, and the owner of the shop knew him well. She was a nice lady of German descent who kept the business going after the untimely death of her husband a few years before. Ray had a good relationship with her and knew enough about her to know that her two daughters and her son helped her out wit...

The Florist's Assistant Ch. 01

by dirty_lover on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

Part 1 I was twenty when I first started working at the florists' shop on Broadway. It was a cold, wet, clinging sort of winter, and I was hardly thrilled to be out pounding pavement, knocking on doors at business after business. It seemed as though the strip was already full of dishwashers, greasers, and clerks. When I pushed the glass door back, ringing t...

The Florist Ch. 03: Laileet

by PygmyCoho on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter 3—Laileet My work ebbed and flowed over the next three visits. On one trip I saw three women, one of whom was undergoing her third betrothal. While not all women employed Florists for each successive betrothal a few did, especially if they wanted to perfect new techniques. On this particular trip to Tsibili, however, I was expecting to see only o...

The Florist Ch. 04: Herlesh

by PygmyCoho on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The next trip back to Tsibili promised to be quiet. The break suited my just fine—it gave me time to nurse my burnt hand. Well, not really my entire hand but only a portion of it. Fine. Truth be told it was the pads at the tips of my thumb and forefinger. Still, it hurt. And that is exactly as I told Semonte, the herbal merchant, when I procured my burn oi...

The Florist Ch. 02: Weinotia

by PygmyCoho on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

This tale is set at a different time and different place, in a simple pre-industrial culture. I've been searching for the right category, and Sci-fi/fantasy seems to be the best fit. This story is the second installment of the series so a quick repetition of some of the "lingo" may help . . . Time is signaled by bell tolls—twenty "bells" a day (one day is a...

The Florist

by PygmyCoho on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

This tale is set at a different time and different place, in a simple pre-industrial culture. This could cause some confusion, so . . . Time is signaled by bell tolls—twenty "bells" a day (one day is an "all-bell" or "alls"), eight days a week ("eight-alls"). Morning counts to "ten-bell" (which is equivalent to noon); afternoons/evening might be "ten-three"...

The Florist

by DirtyBertie96 on Dec 25, 2019
Erotic Couplings

I pull in to a parking space just around the corner from the shop, pause for a moment to compose myself and attempt to calm the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It had been just over six months since we split and although I was sure that it was what I wanted at the time, not a day had gone by since when I've not thought about you and fantasied over my m...

A Lady of Thorns

by dr_mabeuse on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

I don't go into florist's very often, so I never paid any attention to the one that was around the corner from my place. It was tucked between an empty storefront and another shop that repaired windows and mirrors, part of a string of little stores that had been carved out of the basements of a row of apartment buildings on Clark Street a long time ago. The...