Plant Stories

Christian waited till almost midnight, long after the lab had quieted down. Aside from security, he was the only one left in this wing of the building. And security didn't venture back into the research area. This was his favorite time. He often worked into the early morning hours, taking advantage of the silence and privacy they provided. Privacy in particular was crucial for what he now had planned. Moving beneath the l...

Charlotte Sommers loved the outdoors. While other sixteen-year-olds were listening to radios, watching movies or dating boys, Charlie preferred to be outdoors. Not that she was even interested in organisations like the Girl Guides, hell no! Too structured. Too rigid. She just loved her own company and the company of Mother Nature. There was nothing she liked more than donning her backpack and hiking through the national p...

He comes home early. Door's locked. Strange. Calls for his wife from the hallway—no reply. Groceries? Not her usual time. Upstairs, bedroom, he figures, taking a nap—not there either. A suspicious movement in the corner of his eye—the garden! Huh? Naked? Dancing seductively? Why? Sinking feeling. A lover? In the garden? Bitch! Rushing downstairs and out—no one else there. Relief—confused relief. "Hey hun," she greets him....

Had Alice been her normal size, she might have run laughing down the garden path, stopping to push her nose into this bloom or that and inhale the wonderful bouquet of scents that they had to offer. Still, she could admire them from afar. Or rather, from below. “So many colors, some I have never seen or even imagined!” she exclaimed, turning in place until she’d made a full circle. “I wonder whose garden it is. Mostly lik...

From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix  Day twelve? upon The Eye of Thermisto (translated from the French). Be thankful for little mercies. My captor, who yet remains nameless has granted me small privledges or, more precisely, incentives to behave. In other words, she treats me like a pet which is, perhaps, an apt description of my new role aboard this fantastical vessel. I am, in truth, little more than a test subject to...

frantic need eyes searching potential relief found running rushing dancing dripping wiggling and worried Will anyone see? Does she even care? Does she even dare? Need too great Looking around one more time...   She pulls down her pants the denim rough and tight panties silken and already damp pushing them down she squats  on the ceramic potted plant   Release   Sweet pleasure  nurturing the sapling plant with her natural...

Chapter XV They were all sitting at the breakfast table, having a second cup of coffee, when Isolde spoke up. “I have an idea,” she said. “On those nights when I don’t feel like shutting one of you out, would you both mind coming to my bed with me, and just snuggling, and going to sleep that way?” George and Terry looked at each other. “I’m game, if you are,” Terry said. “Okay,” George said. “We can give it a try.” He wan...