Romance and Desire: eroyic stories

Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where eroyic stories unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In eroyic stories, she drops to the earth, crushing flowers beneath her back, their scent exploding with every grind against her own hand. Pollen dusts her thighs gold as she works a glass dildo in and out, sunlight glinting off slick curves in eroyic stories. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in eroyic stories, her cry scatters birds from the field; petals rain down on sweat-slick skin like applause. She stays there long after, crowned in yellow, goddess of eroyic stories.