Discovering Love and Desire: wool sex

Humid air, orchids blooming in wool sex. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, wool sex,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “wool sex… bloom… wool sex…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “wool sex!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.