FANTASY HOTEL: The Gardener

A Sexual Fantasy

— By thegardener

I am a gardener. I live in a quiet little town. I express my creativity through my luscious garden where I plant things that grow and bloom and change with the seasons. I go out to that garden everyday and let the dark moist earth creep under my fingernails. Smell the delicate dew on the leaves early in the morning when the world is awakening. I watch exotic flowers reflect the moonlight on hot summer nights. I am happy with my beautiful yet simple life. And of course my garden, it truly is my masterpiece. About once a month I must travel to the city to sell some plants and flowers. And each time I go to the exact same hotel. I am a sensual woman yet daily life has made me practical. And every time I enter the hotel room I do the exact same thing...