The Hole that Wasn't There

I've been on hiatus for a bit. It hasn't been entirely intentional -- I've been busy with a lot of personal commitments -- but I also haven't been feeling excited about writing erotica.

Please vote. And please comment. I can't write better stories if I don't know what's wrong with this one.

I was walking through the forest when I tripped and fell through a hole that wasn't there.

The hole that wasn't there turned into a tunnel of swirling rainbow colors and fractal patterns. A slow and gentle tune started playing. My clothes started dissolving into dust. I went to sleep.

When I woke up, I was lying naked on my back in what appeared to be an empty garden plot. I felt too languid to move. The sky above me was clear and a gentle blue. My body was bathed in the warm glow of sunshine in the spring. I heard the noise of plants growing, and a single strawberry on a stem leaned down over my face. It started to gently caress my lips, filling my nose with its sweet scent.

I felt something grow to lift up my head so I was looking down towards my feet. I saw two vines grow up between my arms. Squash blossoms appeared and started stroking my nipples. I purred. The blossoms started to gently kiss my nipples, which turned into sucking. I let out a small moan.

More strawberries appeared near my neck and were caressing me along the sensitive areas between my ears and shoulders. I took a chance and ate the one right in front of my face. It tasted so sweet and luscious.

I saw two pumpkins grow up beneath my knees, lifting and separating them, and felt something like a watermelon lift my back just a bit. My pussy and ass were now exposed to the air, being caressed by a light but warm breeze. The air was filled with a delightful fragrance rising from all the flowers that had grown up around me.

With all the attention my body was receiving, my languidness was joined by an increasing warm horniness. I felt myself grow wetter. Then I felt something round but waxy move up and down around my lips and clit. It withdrew. I shivered from the tease.

I saw a sunflower lean down from overhead and between my legs. I felt it press along my mound and over my lips and then start to move in slow circles and up and down. This made my lips squeeze and caress my clit with each movement. My slight moans turned into panting "ahh ahh ahh". The sunflower's petals began to tickle my lips. A rose grew to hover over my face and fill my senses with a strong sensual fragrance.

The sunflower withdrew, only to be replaced by an iris blossom. The petals stroked my pussy, and I felt my lips spread. Then the iris latched onto my clit and sucked at an increasing pace from barely there to "I wish I knew a man that good".

I stopped panting. The sounds turning into loud moaning and groaning. I started to thrash, until I felt ivy wrap around my ankles, arms and shoulders.

Suddenly, I felt something small and oblong probing at my entrance. It slipped in easily and started sliding back and forth. It also began to grow thicker overall and wider at the end that probed the deepest. The iris blossom slowed down while the object fucking me sped up until they matched pace with the iris sucking while whatever it was pulling out, and stopping when it was pushing back in. The watermelon under my ass started pulsing in time to move my hips up and down to make the strong pushes go deeper.

My eyes started rolling back and I went from groaning to a steady keening wail.

I saw some sweet pea blossoms pop up from between my legs, mature into nice think pea pods and then dip down out of sight again. I blew my top when I felt them push into my back entrance. I screamed and strained against the ivy while spasming and shaking. Before I passed out, I saw a yellow summer squash emerge from between my legs, clearly soaked with my juices.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the forest floor, fully dressed. There seemed to be a bit of a bump on my head from hitting a root -- but it wasn't too bad. I was a little dizzy as I stood up. I looked around trying to decide if I'd had the best sex dream ever, or if something had really happened.

Just as I decided it was a dream, I smelled the scent of roses and felt juices dripping down my legs.