Chapter 2

I started to panic. How was Sadie’s leaf stuck to my dick? My heartbeat sped up, and I started breathing heavily. This wasn’t good. I tugged backward again. My cock was still stuck. I tried to peel back the edges of the leaf. It was like I’d been glued in there. Maybe some of the cum had dried inside the leaf while I leaned against the wall. It was really stuck, though.

After a few more futile attempts at removing Sadie’s leaf, I looked around the room for another solution. There. The pruning shears were sitting on the end table next to her pot. I pruned Sadie regularly to keep her leaves looking good. I bit my lower lip as I held the shears in my right hand and looked down at the leaf. It was a bright, healthy green. It felt wrong to have to cut it off. I tugged my cock backward one more time, hoping it would come out on its own. It didn’t. So I held my breath, and biting my lip nervously the whole time, snipped the stem. When the leaf detached from Sadie’s stem, my flaccid penis flopped against my body, the leaf still covering it like I was Adam in the Garden of Eden.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. Then I ran to the bathroom to figure out how to remove the leaf from my cock. I didn’t need to worry, though. As soon as I got in there and looked down at it, I saw that the leaf had already come partially off. It was just hanging there like a half-peeled adhesive label. I took a breath and braced myself to pull it the rest of the way, imagining the feeling of ripping off a bandage. It wasn’t anything like that. Once separated from Sadie, the leaf came off easily. I didn’t feel a thing. That struck me as a bit weird. Had I only imagined that it was stuck? No. It for sure had been stuck to my cock just a few minutes ago.

I tossed the leaf into the trash can in the bathroom and walked back out to the living room. Sadie looked as happy and perky as ever. I let out a long breath and relaxed. Then I sat back down on the couch and settled in for an evening of TV before bed.

You know, most plants grow toward sunlight. That’s something I’d learned when I looked into the best ways to take care of Sadie. Houseplants, they’ll reach their leaves toward the window, trying to get closer to the light. Sadie’s never been like that, though. When I read that information, I started turning Sadie’s pot every couple of days, making sure that her leaves were reaching into the sun as much as possible. Every time I turned her, though, her leaves never stayed pointing toward the window. Inevitably, they would shift and move closer to the side of the couch, away from her window. It was almost like ... like she was reaching for me.