“There you are,” said Emma, stepping into the bathroom. “I wondered why you didn’t get the door.”

“Just taking a shower after planting all those taters,” Daniel said. “What you got there?”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” said Emma. “Mrs. O’Connell gave it to me. It smells great. Have a sniff. I was going to add some water, but I thought maybe I’d put it in a nice vase. I think there’s one under the sink.”

“It does smell nice,” Daniel said. “And I think it looks just fine in that glass. I like it when you can see the stem.”

“I like it when I can see your stem,” Emma said. “Mmm, feels good.”

“What about your stem?” Daniel asked.

“Alas, stem have I none.”

“Well, you have the most adorable twig,” Daniel said. “And what’s this? The loveliest flower! With the softest, sweetest, sexiest petals. And the most intoxicating scent.”

“Maybe your stem and my flower should get together,” Emma suggested.

“They should,” Daniel asserted. “But first I have to taste that adorable twig.” He encased the little bud with his lips and sucked gently for a time, and then his tongue strove deep into the heart of Emma’s flower.

His stem followed not too long later, by which time Emma’s orgasm was already in full bloom.