Flourish

Photo by John Jennings on Unsplash

She had not wanted to give him her number. She had said that she did not have any paper.

“Write it on my forearm,” he had said, and Emerson frowned softly.

She leaned in to give him a fake number, but when she did, she smelled the sage on his skin. The scent aroused her so much that she wrote her correct number–slowly–on his arm. His eyes and breath were responsive to every stroke of her pen. Emerson added an additional…

--

--

--

erotic stories and the behind the scenes of those very stories

Recommended from Medium

STONE WALLS

Arrows of Alodia

Adolpha and the Rapping Pantalets: A Spiritualist Erotica (NSFW)

[Wk9] Brack Love

1/ Who Killed Zero?

The Warriors of Rain (Part 1)

Quixanna

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
F. Leonora Solomon

F. Leonora Solomon

top writer fiction|short story|gaming. http://fdotleonora.com. head smutstress @ http://reddit.com/r/sexysmut. curious human.

More from Medium

Sentenced: Punished for Living

The eyes of a scared man.

What The Boss Doesn’t Know