The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Diane smiled to herself as she pulled open the door and inhaled deeply as she could allowing the scent of flowers to overwhelm her nose. Even if it was Valentines Day and full of women and men who didn’t respect flowers beyond their usefulness of gifts, Diane always loved visiting her local florist. Sometimes during her lunch hour she would take off for work and come in with a little snack, just wandering around and delighting in the mixed scents that drifted through the air untamed.

Before she’d found the place she’d taken to going on long walks all by her lonesome during lunch, but she always came back exhausted and sweaty. Going to the florist meant she came back relaxed and smelling like flowers. It was still exercise, but it was exercise with a lot more perks.

The biggest one of all was that Kristina always liked it when Diane brought her home some flowers that Diane always insisted had just been screaming Kristina’s name.

Diane and Kristina had been together for years. It felt like they’d been together since the beginning of time and it had felt perfectly natural when they moved in together in a nice little one bedroom apartment with a lovely view of the busy street below and the park across the street that at times would look out of place with in the middle of the city.

Their love was pure and complete, but Kristina never felt more special than when Diane brought her home flowers. Even if it was just one little flower it was special, and it became only more special over time, not less, as it became a tradition. Kristina wasn’t offended when Diane didn’t find something perfect every single day of the week, though she would pretend to the contrary, because the flowers that Diane would find always would scream of their bond.

So of course on Valentines Day, even if she thought it was an overly hallmark exploited use of love and not at all something that should be encouraged, Diane went in to find a flower that begged to be in Kristina’s hand, her hair, or it’s petals strewn about as an invitation.

The florist was a small one, owned and run by the woman who worked the main register. Her name was Penda, and normally she could be seen moving about the store and tending to the various plants. On a day like Valentines Day though, she was generally swamped at the front helping customers buy that last minute gift because buying from a small place always sounded like a better idea during a big holiday.

Lucky for them, Diane thought in passing as she slid her fingertips idly over a petal, Penda always stocks extra roses just before Valentines Day.

After pulling her hand back from the flower, a white lily, she slid her fingers through her chocolate brown hair. Often times she would wish that she had the pale complexion to make her hair and skin contrast that way that only seemed to happen in fiction, but her skin was always just a shade or two too dark to be called tan. If she got an hour of sun she’d be showing it for months. It did mean she was the only one with a real, natural tan during Oregon’s long and practically sunless winters, but at times she was so envious of anyone who could put their hand on a piece of plain old white paper and make the paper feel dark.

Diane was so lost in her reverie of contemplating her looks and the white flower in front of her that she practically jumped when the woman beside her very lightly tapped her shoulder. Embarrassing as it was, she couldn’t hold back the squeak of shock. “I’m sorry! I just couldn’t help but notice the way that you were admiring that lily… It’s rare to find someone who does more than just vaguely glance at and maybe sniff a flower.”

“It’s okay, I just was sort of lost in myself for a moment there.” With a faint laugh the brown haired woman forced herself to smile and turn to face the owner of the voice. “It’s always a shame that people forget we have five senses. I mean, I wouldn’t want to eat a flower, unless it was made of frosting, but still. You get my point.”

“Of course! That’s just it! People think flowers are simple things, when really they are each an experience, each a living thing that screams to be experienced, felt in almost every way that it can be…”

The woman smiled, and Diane’s breath caught in her throat. She’d just been wishing for pale skin to go with maybe darker hair, and here was this woman with long black hair and skin that looked like if she were to touch it her fingers would leave noticeable smudges unless she washed them for an hour. Her dark blue eyes were cobalt or azure, a color that Diane could never recall having ever seen as eyes.

It took her a moment or two, but Diane eventually realized she was staring. At least I was staring at her face… “Sorry, guess I was—”

“Lost inside of yourself again? No need to apologize.” The other woman smiled more in a way that made the rich red of her lips seem to glow against her porcelain-cream skin. “You’re seeing the world through your eyes, hearing the world through your ears, smelling the world through your nose, feeling the world through your skin… It’s only natural for someone to become lost inside of themselves when all one does whilst observing is take the world inside of you. After all, if the whole world is inside of you, how are you not lost in yourself?”

Diane didn’t quite know what to say, and those dark red lips grinned in response. It was hard not to stare, at those lips, into those eyes, at her flawless skin or her immaculately well kept hair… And all of that just made it all the harder to try and think of some poorly formed response to combine with a laugh or a giggle.

“How’s that for making you feel a little egocentric? Since everyone is doing the same thing though, pulling the world into themselves, it really makes you stop and think just how big that really makes the world. There are something like six, six and a half billion people on our planet, right? Each of them has the whole world inside of them as they experience it… That isn’t even counting animals, or, of course, plants…”

She paused and leaned down, gently pressing up the lily with a fingertip to savor the feeling of pressing her lips delicately to one of those pristine white petals that almost were as light as her skin tone. “And I must be seeming absolutely insane by now, yet you haven’t ran away. That makes me very happy.”

Diane blushed as she realized that the other woman was finally done philosophizing aloud. When she’d leaned down to kiss the flower, Diane’s eyes had been unable to resist taking a glance down and though it was intended just to be a glance, once again her eyes had felt trapped.

Her chest wasn’t especially impressive, not that she didn’t have one to speak of, though Diane’s mind immediately pictured Kristina’s larger pair at the thought and recalled the way their weight felt in her hands and the way that smooth skin tasted on her lips and tongue. This woman though, seemed to be curvy in a way that Diane had never seen without a suit that tightly grabbed and left no hint of everything and this woman was dressed in a plain red blouse and a black skirt that could just barely be described as “flowing.” She had the sort of body that just begged for hands to press to any point and slowly rub and caress, feeling each and every change and all of the heat of her flesh.

It wasn’t so much the sound of the dark haired woman clearing her throat as the tingling in her fingers that teased at how lovely that fantasy would feel to live that brought her back into reality anew. “No, no, you’re not absolutely insane. You’re eccentric, and eccentric is always good It’s much better than being mundane, or worse yet, normal.”

“Eccentric is what you call some rich gal who wears ball gowns to the seven-eleven. Some random woman whose acting as if she thinks she’s the next Sartre or Plato, that, is insane.” She winked one of her cobalt blue eyes and giggled a soft airy giggle before finally standing up straight and stretching up in a way that just screamed for Diane’s eyes to return to her body, though she resisted.

Narrowly.

“Well, you don’t seem the harmful sort of insane, more the amusing, friendly, and probably painfully lonely sort of insane.” Right after speaking she blinked her eyes, twin dull gray orbs that at the moment made her feel ridiculously plain, and then bit her lip nervously for just a moment. “I mean, I’m sorry, I hope I wasn’t overstepping myself there, not that you seem shy or easily offended…”

“Oh me, oh my, there you are trying to make me seem more like a person and less like some crazy and oddly exciting, not to mention breathtakingly gorgeous, loon. I rather enjoy being a psycho, thank you very much.” A cobalt blue eye winked again before she extended a beautifully angelically pale hand. “But don’t dethorn the rose unless you plan on holding it ever so close and showing it the love and tenderness that it desires. That’s my name by the way, Rose.”

Diane smiled a little bit more at the growing personable feeling she felt from the bizarre woman and softly squeezed the offered hand before giving it a shake—just firm enough to not be weak but not strong enough to seem rude.

“I’m Diane… And sorry, I won’t be holding you close…” Diane lifted up her hand and wiggled her fingers with a soft smile, showing off the silver ring with a heart shaped diamond and a blue sapphire on either side. “I think Kristina would feel just a little bit jealous, and we’re not the sharing kind of couple…”

Rose slowly quirked up a dark black eyebrow before ever so softly nodding. “A beautiful ring… And no need to worry! This rose can find her sunlight elsewhere my dear, but until she does… I want you to have something special.”

Gray eyes blinked as Diane tried to figure out what she wanted to give her. A little flirting was okay—hell, Kristina would flirt with any girl that didn’t get disgusted and even some that would—but a gift was something different. It was especially different on valentines day. Sure, she recalled as a kid giving out a valentine to every kid in class with extra special pretty ones for a crush, but that was a lot different, wasn’t it? “Are you sure? Probably shouldn’t, wouldn’t want to get the gal back at home angry at me, huh?”

“Oh dear, you think I’m going to give you something in the spirit of the season? Silly, I would never want to come between lovers. Love, is the purest, and most beautiful of all things that this world can offer. In fact, you could say that love is what I do for a living, though I am not selfish enough to keep it to myself… Love is not something to tame.” Rose smiled, and her lips shined almost mischievously, but her words made the smile simply look sweet.

Of course, all of Rose looked sweet. From her eyes that could have been candy to her lips that looked like they should be flavored cherry to the way her legs peeked out from under the long skirt, she was delicious in so many ways, and yet not in a way that forced one to realize it.

Diane could hardly see herself not realizing it, but it was still not a forceful scantily or provocatively clad sort of sweet beauty.

This woman had been sweet so far with her personality too, so Diane was willing to give her a chance. She hardly seemed like she would give Diane something inappropriate and though something in her voice, something that almost sounded zealous every time she said the word “love” made her worried or curious, it wasn’t so much that she wondered if she should make a break for the door or ask outright just what she meant.

“You could call it a gift for your lovely lady friend more than a gift for you, but I can tell you’re the kind of woman who loves seeing someone she cares about smiling… So it’s just as much a gift for you, no?” Rose didn’t even wait for a response, though she pretended as if she did it was clear the pause was just so her intent could be fully grasped. “Please, just humor me. I mean neither of you any harm.”

“I didn’t think you did mean us any harm… and I like you Rose. So come on, you’re killing me with curiosity here and I’m not feline enough for satisfaction to bring me back from the grave!” Diane grinned in a goofy way as she relaxed just a little bit more. Rose really was a lovely woman, she would be a great new friend. She was sure Kristina would enjoy her company too.

Rose rolled her eyes playfully before sighing and turning always if done with the conversation, but Diane knew it was just more of Rose’s psuedo-insanity. “Well if you really need it that badly… close your eyes!”

“Ho—”

“How will I know your eyes are closed when I’m not looking at you? If they’re open when I turn around I keep the gift for myself. It’s just that simple. Close ‘em, and be rewarded!”

“Fine…” Diane couldn’t help but giggle. Rose was a lot of fun to be around! She felt a little bit guilty for having given her so many once overs and for practically losing herself in those lovely cobalt eyes, but they looked just too powerful to ignore. There was just something about her that resonated with the words she had said before. Love. How could someone have love be what they do for a living that wasn’t some odd sort of prostitute or concubine…?

Gray eyes were hidden behind tanned lids as Diane held up her hands curiously. What would this gift be? Why did this lovely woman want her to have it? She hadn’t ever seen her before, but she didn’t seem like someone there for the Valentines Day rush…

A very faint, floral weight rested in her hands before Rose’s whisper broke their shared quiet. All around them, people still moved as if each of them had reality all to themselves just as always, but the two of them were sharing one reality, one perfect moment in time where no one else had any sway over what was inside of them to make up their world. “Open up those pretty eyes, and take a look!”

Slowly Diane fluttered her eyes open and glanced down to her hands, prepared to see a red rose, another lily, something cliché enough for the holiday… but what she found was not at all what she was expecting. “A blue rose?”

Tanned fingers grasped the stem and held up the long stemmed thornless blue rose, pulling it up to eye level for closer investigation. It wasn’t colored blue by paint or any trick of the lights. The petals felt smooth and soft against her fingertips just like they were supposed to. Nothing about it seemed unnatural, except for the way that the rose seemed the exact same rich cobalt blue as Rose’s own eyes.

“I knew that people experimented trying to get flowers to take on new colors, but I’d never heard of anything so successful…” Blue was Kristina’s favorite color, though she preferred a more airy sky blue, this had all of the special meaning of a rose and of being her favorite color.

It would make the perfect gift.

“Well, I found a technique that works, and doesn’t make the roses look unnatural. Other people have made blue roses, but they look more like the blue of a sunset than the blue of a crayon and let’s face it, what teaches us all our favorite colors as a child?” They shared a laugh as Rose’s smile turned reverent, eyes almost seeming to light up as she watched Diane delicately handle the flower. “When I saw you, I knew that you would need something unique, something… special. You’re one of Penda’s regular customer’s right? You actually respect the flowers, I can tell by how you behave… they’re special. Unique. Not just pawns in some game of lust to pin your ‘lover’ to the sheets… It’s a rare trait these days, you know.”

A blush rose up to Diane’s cheeks and despite trying to change the course of her thoughts to distract the blush, it wouldn’t work. “I know a red rose means love, and orange means passion, white innocence… but what’s a blue rose?”

“I forget who exactly decided on the meaning, but from what I’ve heard, a blue rose means mystery. Take that, however you will… and I assure you, you’ll find that mysteries are all the better once revealed. Hold back taking a sniff until your love and you are together and you will experience a mystery like you have never felt before.” Rose smiled and clasped her hands together in front of her before taking a step back.

“Sounds like it could be… fun. Interesting if nothing else.” It was so difficult not to inhale the scent of the rose, but if that was what it took for the experience to be a mystery worthy of unraveling like a concealing tapestry then she could hold back.

The synced moment snapped as gray eyes looked away from the blue flower and the blue eyes, and began to survey the rest of the store. Outside it was still bright and sunny. Inside was still bustling with people but it was starting to empty as everyone’s lunch hours drew near a close. Diane knew she should probably be getting back to work, but something about this woman stuck her as just too interesting to leave without finding out more. “Wait a second… you made this, Rose? And you know Penda?”

“Who do you think supplies her with the large batch of roses in time for them to be raped by a holiday built more on greed and lust than actual romance?” Rose made a distasteful snort before laughing and ever so faintly nodding. “Yes, I’m responsible for that rose growing as it did. I didn’t make it, like one would a sonnet, but I gave nature a gentle nudge…”

Rose’s voice sounded so maternal as she spoke of the nudge. There was so much pride glittering in her dark eyes that it wasn’t hard for Diane to think that the way Rose felt must be like a mother being proud of her beautiful blue petaled daughter. “It is beautiful… A well placed nudge!”

Blue eyes closed and then reopened before glancing to a watch at Rose’s wrist. “Oh my! I really do need to be getting to a meeting with some of my associates! I hadn’t realized how late it was!”

“It’s okay!” Diane smiled and nodded softly, laughing faintly at how easily excitable her new acquaintance was. “But wait, I want to be able to thank you for the gift after seeing the look on Kristina’s face… any chance I can get a phone number?”

Too much of Diane’s attention was on the interesting blue flower in her hand (and the act of resisting the urge to inhale) to worry that what she had just said might be misconstrued.

“Sure thing…” Rose reached into her hair and made a big fuss out of looking for something with her fingers before she held out a business card. “Here you go! Call me any time, any season. If I don’t pick up, you’ll get a machine so don’t worry about bothering a secretary or anything. I like to handle most of my own business. I specialize and am very picky who I deal with. Penda and I are old friends. I’d be happy to count you amongst my new ones.”

Diane held the rose with a single hand as she grabbed the business card. The name on the card was Rose. Apparently either Rose had no last or middle name, or being a woman named Rose who specialized in roses was enough for people to know who was being talked about when her name came up.

Under her name was the name of her company, “Prismatic Petals,” and each letter of the name was a different color. Underneath the address and phone number was a very beautiful picture of a rose blossom, and each petal was a different wonderful color, every color that Diane could think of from red to black to purple to green. She figured not every color was actually a color of rose that Rose carried, but the picture looked pretty underneath the name of her company.

With a smile Diane tucked the card into her purse after twirling it around in her hand. “All right rose, I’ll give you a call to tell you how everything goes and to see if you’re available for lunch some time. Sound good?”

Rose grinned ever so faintly and waved before starting to walk away towards the exit. “I’d love that…”

Diane lingered in the shop, glancing at a couple of flowers here and there, but nothing seemed interesting compared to the mysterious blue rose that she held in her hand. It would be hard to wait until she got home to see what it smelt like, but it probably smelt just like it was supposed to—like a rose.

A rose by any other color would still smell just as sweet… Diane laughed to herself at the silly thought and shook her head as she stepped out of the store. It was shaping up to be one wonderful Valentines Day.

“Kristina!” Diane called out as she flung open the door to their apartment. “You’ll never guess what I got for you at the florist today my darling Valentine!”

A musical laugh flowed out from deeper in the apartment as Diane closed the door behind her and clicked the dead bolt into place. “Nope, but I bet whatever it is I’ll love it! I got you something too sweetie, but I can’t exactly remember where I hid it from myself so I wouldn’t give it to you early. Hope you don’t mind!”

Diane laughed and shook her head as she looked down to the rose. She’d had to hide it in a desk drawer all day to keep herself from taking that forbidden sniff… Besides, Kristina always looked that much cuter when she was trying to look every last possible place and still pay attention to her newly arrived lover.

This wasn’t the first Valentines Day that Kristina had misplaced her gift. Diane was beginning to suspect that it was just another tradition for her. The thought made her feel warm in a tingling way as she peaked about trying to find the source of that sweet voice.

“Did I mind last year? Didn’t mind the year before that… Or the year before that…” Diane grinned to herself as she looked in the kitchen, to the living room… and that left the bathroom or the bedroom, and either had plenty of good memories and plenty of hiding places that Diane had to force herself to forget so she wouldn’t find all sorts of gifts that had been prepared for just the right occasion to be given.

“Lies! Lies! Three years ago your gift was laying spread out on our bed wearing fancy new lingerie. Not only that, but your gift had also lit all sorts of pretty candles and some sweet incense. Your gift was right out in the open!” Kristine’s grin was audible in her laugh, a laugh that always revealed her aptitude for song.

Diane leaned in the doorway, blue rose behind her back as she smirked and watched Kristina struggle through their possessions to find the one that Diane didn’t know they owned yet. Even if Kristina wasn’t the sweetest, funniest, most passionate woman she’d ever met it would be hard not to spare her many a second glance, even more than Rose. She might not have quite as slender of a figure, but it made her smooth, soft, and tender to the touch. Her moans had always been just as musical as her laugh, and those glittering hazel eyes that hid behind blonde bangs always seemed to catch the light. They weren’t as unique as Rose’s eyes, but they were still special in an indescribable way.

Not to mention, Diane thought to herself with a mischievous grin as Kristina bent over to look under a pile of clutter on her dresser on the far side of the room, that extra figure can definitely enhance the view…

“Kristina, does it count if the gift falls asleep while waiting for the recipient to get home because she winds up stuck in traffic? Sure, it was out in the open, and I opened up part of that gift while it was still asleep, but I’m not quite sure you can get away with that one. Your reasoning seems a little bit flawed.” Diana grinned at the familiar huff that meant a retort was coming, and with a soft laugh decided to interject even before it came. “And I think I remember you moaning something about how waking up like that was more of a gift than everything you’d had planned for me, am I right?”

“Yeah…” Blonde hair whirled as Kristina leaned back against her dresser, arms behind her back. Once Diane realized what that meant she couldn’t hold back the grin, and neither could Kristina. Of course Diane was sure she had an extra reason with the way Kristina was temptingly arched, but Kristina was quite enjoying Diane’s leaning in the door frame. “If you want to go and be right, you don’t need your present!”

From the door frame Diane pouted as she scrunched up her face, her cute gray eyes looking beyond pitiful. “Aww, come on, I got you something really, really great, too! You know I loved that present… Several times.”

Kristina sighed blissfully as memories passed through her mind, and Diane could see her bare toes curl into the wine colored carpet. She always loved the way that even the slightest memory could make Kristina shudder, arch, or make a sound hot enough to have her go from cold to starving for a taste of her body in an instant. “Yeah, your present enjoyed your enjoyment…”

They shared a naughty and playful giggle as they looked into each other’s eyes, hazel and gray meeting as they would so often. So many thoughts, feelings, and desires were shared in that glance without a single quivering lip, though gaze obviously had Kristina remembering an occurrence, which was made very evident by the way her eyes fluttered shut.

“But this year I decided that you deserved something to show off. I saw how jealous you were of Julie’s bracelet, but how tacky would it have been to get you a bracelet?” With a loving smile Kristina’s hands came out from behind her, holding up a golden heart pendant hanging from a golden chain. “Happy Valentines Day sweetheart…”

Diane had to stop herself from squealing as she stared at the beautiful necklace. It seemed to shine and glow with all of the feelings they shared for each other, and even though she knew a necklace could never hold all of their feelings it definitely seemed to express them so well.

Even though the metal must have been cold to the touch it looked just as warm as all of Kristina’s embraces always were.

“It’s perfect! Kristina, it’s perfect…” Kristina closed the gap between them as she reached behind her neck to clasp the new treasure into place. “It looks just so beautiful… Here I was thinking I’d found just the perfect thing, and then you go and remember that and get me this beautiful necklace…”

“Sweetheart, I know you found the perfect gift. You always do! Even when it’s just a daisy that you swear begged you to bring it home to me, the story means just as much to me as the flower…” Ever so softly pink lips pressed to Diane’s lips and Kristina’s voice whispered out against her skin. “Though I’d think that spending all of your day looking through crummy stories would make you tell better ones when you honestly couldn’t find anything decent…”

“Oh come on K… You know I would just tell you!”

Kristina looked back and their eyes locked again, Kristina’s glance looking very stern and serious. “Okay, there have been a few times, but I always admitted it… You know you loved that daisy.” Diane sighed as she faintly kissed Kristina’s sweet lips that tasted of cherries and felt smooth as silk, and melted against her, wrapping her arms around her and hiding the rose behind her lover’s back.

“So come on, what’s the gift…?” Kristina’s eyes lit up as she asked and tried to crane her neck around to get a view of her own back and failed. “Is it an orchid? A Daffodil? I can tell it’s one of something…”

“Oh you always ruin all of my surprises!” They laughed together as Diane pulled back and held up the blue rose between them, raising it up as if it were a glass. “A blue rose that I swear looks like that expensive fifty dollar paint you bought once and used all on a painting of the ocean!”

Kristina gasped and just stared raising up a hand tentatively to touch a rose but then pulling the hand back at the very last moment. “That paint was cobalt sweetie, cobalt… but this, this… There aren’t roses this color sweetie! I‘ve seen really close, and I‘ve seen fake roses all sorts of colors but this… You really got this at Penda‘s place? You‘ve taken me there before, and there‘s never been anything like this there!”

“You know how Penda always gets that extra shipment of roses just before Valentines Day?” Kristina nodded along, clearly not interested in that old information so much as the miracle of nature that Diane held up before her.

“Well I met the woman who supplies them, and after talking with her for a bit, she gave me this and well, she said it first, but I knew it would be just the perfect gift… said she made it herself locally! Can you believe that? We have magic roses blooming right here in Oregon. I thought they only had magical roses over in Europe where the Fae Queen still dances from time to time.” Diane grinned in a lopsidedly silly way and held up the rose a little more. “Happy Valentines day…”

“Silly head, you live with a fairy queen, but… Wow.” Kristina softly grasped the rose and was just about to inhale before Diane reached a finger quickly up under her nose.

The oddity of it received a raised eyebrow, but one that more said “I’m waiting for you to explain,” rather than “Why the heck did you do something so stupid?”

Diane smiled sweetly as she could before stepping back and pulling away, making her way over to sit on the edge of the bed, and Kristina followed after the darker haired of the two patted beside her. “Rose told me not to breathe in the scent until we were together, so I think we should smell it together. She made it sound as if it was very special, though I couldn’t tell you why. She said it was a mystery.”

“Wait…” Kristina paused for a moment and just stared, though her expression slowly turned into a smile. “You mean the woman who gave you this rose… was named Rose? What have we discussed about hitting the spirits without your spiritual advisor?”

“That doing so will result in eternal damnation and sleeping on the couch…” Diane recited and sighed immediately afterwards. “But no, this woman was for real. Even gave me a fancy business card.”

They shared another long moment of locked eyes before Kristina grinned. “Okay… Then let’s both change into some more traditional attire and smell that rose before rolling around for awhile? I can’t help but just want to kiss the skin all around that golden heart…”

“Sounds good to me! Ball gown or birthday?”

“Traditional, not vintage.”

“Birthday it is!”

An eternity packed into half an hour later the two were curled up close beneath the covers, clothes discarded haphazardly about the room. The rose was between them, trading between their hands as their free hands slid over each other’s skin and their legs twined, rubbing and feeling each other in the most intimate of ways.

Lips traced over necks and cheeks and lips, and tongues met tongues. These touches soon ended however as Kristina purred and reached a hand down to the small of Diane’s back and slowly clawed up her spine, feeling each bump as tenderly as she could with her fingers and her nails. “Come on sweetie… I think we’re as together as it gets… I want to see what happens when someone takes a whiff of this mysterious blue rose…”

“Me too… I’m just surprised we didn’t end up crushing it between us, and I’m very glad it’s thorn less!” Diane laughed as she softly kissed just beside Kristina’s lips.

Slowly the cobalt blue petals rose up as the blossom reached just under their noses. “Then come on… Breathe deep!” Kristina’s voice was more musical than Diane could ever remember having heard before. That and her own insatiable curiosity about the blue petaled wonder made it ridiculously easy to comply. A mere moment later, she was breathing in that mysterious scent.

At first, Diane thought that it barely even had a smell. She was about to be disappointed enough to whine, when after she stopped inhaling, she could feel it. She could feel a smell, a smell she could only describe as blue flowing into her nose, and flowing into her soul.

It was like lace, silk, velvet, every soft and every warm sensation she had ever felt all at once with the lightest twinge of berry. That slight little twinge seemed to grow as the warm feelings grew, and it was impossible not to inhale again.

The second deep breath in through her nose immediately felt like fire, like heat, like pure warmth that pulsed from the very center of her chest and spread out through her veins. She could almost feel, almost imagine her red blood turning a deeper blue, not a red at the introduction of oxygen to her system with her deep gasping breaths. It was as if the blue of the rose was sizzling into her, sizzling through her… and she loved it.

She needed it.

She wanted nothing more.

Diane knew mystery could only be mystery when one didn’t understand what it was and how it worked, and she wanted it to stay a mystery. This feeling, whatever it was, was so familiar and so safe. She didn’t want to lose it’s extra strength to understanding it.

She could feel her skin grow flush and her whole body twist and turn itself as it arched harder against Kristina. It felt as if the very emotional desires and needs she had were becoming physical, or if somehow they were melding. It was as if love and lust were becoming on, and through it all of the bad parts of both were being seared, melted, erased away like a bad poem being wiped away like a divine eraser of bliss.

There was something fantastic in loss. There was something fantastic in the way that she could feel the blue burning deeper, and deeper inside of her yet also coating over her surface. It was as if she was being bathed in pure blue water like one could only see in cartoons and also having it pumped into her veins.

It was as if the rose or it’s scent or it’s mystery was becomming a part of her, and it was.

Not only did it feel euphoric, but she could feel it in other, more carnal ways. Her thighs groaned as Kristina’s thighs shifted against them. The warmth mere inches above was pulsing and groaning with need and desire, and each heartbeat made her tender sex throb.

Not only did it throb, but it felt as if it was being filled with that same exact blue, as if the blue was twining through her, filling her and threading through her clit, through the tender lips of her sex that she grinded as close to Kristina’s as she could.

“I feel like I’m on fire!” Kristina almost screamed as she broke the silence Her hand that was grasping the rose along with Diane’s released, and reached out to grasp at her lover’s back. Her nails dug in to the tender tanned flesh like desperate thorns as her full breasts arched forward against Diane’s who let out a sharp cry at the myriad of sensations. “It’s all blue, you’re blue, the pleasure is blue, I’ve never wanted you so much! I’ve never loved you so much!”

That was the feeling! Diane knew it now and it burned through her, but it still didn’t kill the extra edge. It was the way that even when your lover was sick with snot dripping out of their nose they looked beautiful. It was the way that even when Kristina was hoarse and her voice sounded cracked and pleading it still was musical and tender. It was the way that even when Kristina was too rough or too gentle for Diane’s needs it still felt like heaven.

The mystery was love, and yet it was more, it was undiscovered passion, but passion with such deep connection as she had never even imagined before.

And Kristina feeling it too made her cry out even louder than when those nails raked down to grab the small of her back to aid in the grinding of hips.

“It’s blue! It’s fucking blue and I fucking love it!” Diane moaned as her hand grabbing the rose shot down and grabbed a hand full of Kristina’s luscious ass, nails digging deep for her to grind herself harder, faster, and with all the need of her building passion.

Each sensation kept feeling more and bore blue as the rose fell, and with their shifting bodies slowly found it’s way between them, being mashed against them both, the scent mingling into the air and filling it thicker than anything either had ever felt before. It was like the air was breathable liquid passion, breathable liquid love.

Slowly they could both feel the liquid absorbing into them, through their pores, through their thoughts, through their hearts and their souls. It was like pure rapture, pure reverie. Each touch felt like a pure touch of love, the pure heat of innocent desire.

Both of their eyes were shut tight as they grinded against each other like clumsy desperate teenagers, needing the friction and loving it too much to think to move on to more effective touches. With each touch feeling so good, they were both sure they could just stay like that, stay there on that bed, grinding, fucking, making the most pure love they’d ever felt for the rest of their lives and feel content in a way that was like being reborn with passion each and every moment.

Each shudder of Kristina’s sacred flesh against Diane’s own felt like blue shuddering and screaming through her, blue that would threaten to consume her if it already hadn’t. Each time Diane’s nails tightened sharper in Kristina’s ass felt like blue thorns linking them together and made Kristina scream louder.

Wet sounds of rubbing flesh, desperate gasps, and passionate moans filled the air like an orchestra of blue romance as they continued to shudder, continued to grind, lips meeting lips but only able to stay together briefly before another cry would split them asunder.

“I want to be lost in you, forever! I never want to stop touching you! I never want to stop loving you!” Diane screamed in desperate passion as her lips found Kristina’s neck and latched, sucking, licking, nibbling and everything else that she could find her mouth was able to do. Each touch felt blue as she gave it, and each touch to Kristina felt like more of that hot tender blue feeling that kept sizzling deeper through her.

Her neck arched as she screamed, nails clawing patterns over Diane’s back as she continued to grind against her, legs twining tighter as she fought for leverage just as Diane did. “So do I! Oh so do I! I just want to be yours, and you be mine… it’s so fucking blue!”

Blue, hot, perfect blue, like the warmest of flames that continued to course through them, blue that stained both of their chests as the flower was mashed into the bed and into each other with each shudder, each grind, each twist and every other movement their enflamed bodies made.

The first tidal wave hit them both like a bolt of blue lightening, striking sharply and making them both scream before it diffused through them, making them shudder and shake, hard nipples pressing against each other’s breasts as they continued to twist, continued to grind though weakly as their bodies shuddered as if with minds of their own. It was more than passion, it was more than love, it was a divine truth that was being melted through the both of them. A truth of love, a truth of pleasure, so pure that neither of them could yet understand.

As the waves and shockwaves began to recede their passion again reignited and they grinded ever harder and tenderly against each other’ lips and hands beginning to explore more as they grew accustomed to the blue feelings that spread through them.

“Let’s make love until the sun comes up…” Kristina gasped with a moan, her lips hovering above Diane’s shoulder where she had moments before left a tender bite.

“Oh no, you’re not…” A moan tore through Diane’s response as she shuddered, quivered and tried to gasp for more air with which to speak, “getting off that easy! We’re going to make love until the stars fall from the sky!”

“Ooh, ambitious!” Kristina cried as her mouth again found her lover’s shoulder and her lover’s hand found her thigh.

The only sounds either of them made until day break were sounds of passion.

“That… was… incredible…” Kristina faintly mewled, each word taking a new breath to say and the effort sent blue tremors down her body that echoed in her lover’s. “It was… like our first… but… not so clumsy…”

“Mmm… but it… was clumsy… and that… made it… raw, warm…” Diane nuzzled more into her lover’s ample breasts and spared a faint nip beside a nipple, eliciting another moan that’s raw passion brought forth the same in Diane. “It was just… more… expressive… it was like… I could feel the love in each… touch…”

They both sighed nearly in unison before Diane slowly glanced up to Kristina’s face, and Kristina slowly glanced down to hers. “It was… People always say… that sex can be like showing… your love physically… but that… Mmmm that… was like soul fucking… but more meaningful…”

“Only you… could say the word fucking… and make it so meaningful…” Diane ever so faintly mewled before nipping again, grinding down against her exhausted lover as she did. “I love you so much…”

“Not more… than I love you…” They shared a warm, blissfully blue smile before Diane leaned up and pressed her lips to Kristina’s. The kiss lasted another eternity, and when their lips finally limply fell apart their faces stayed close, nose pressing to nose, nose pressing to cheek, to lips, to chin. “You said the woman that gave you that rose… gave you her phone number, right…?”

“Yeah…” Diane purred as she spoke and took Kristina’s lower lip into her mouth to suckle for a long moment before continuing her train of thought. “Why…?”

Kristina moaned, and arched forward her neck before reaching a nearly limp hand to smooth out her lover’s hair and pull her face closer by cupping the base of her neck. “Because we have to thank her… Think buying her an island would suffice…?”

Diane grinned slowly, and moments after so did Kristina. “No… but it would be a good start… For now… Let’s sleep… Let’s sleep and melt into each other even more as we do… Mmm, and the dream you is really good with her tongue.”

“Just because mine got tired after four hours…” Kristina mock pouted before they both laughed and held each other close, sighing in sync again with dreamy faces. “Sleep well love…”

“You too… You too…”

“Oh hello Diane! I didn’t think you’d be awake so early… You did wait to smell the rose when you were together with Kristina, didn’t you…?” Rose’s voice rang out over the speaker phone, Diane having dialed her number only moments earlier. The phone was right beside Diane and Kristina’s bed, and if it hadn’t been they wouldn’t have been able to expend the force of will to find Rose’s business card and dial the number.

The two blue lovebirds giggled and grinned as they looked to the spot on their sheets that were still stained blue from the lovingly destroyed flower. “It was hard, but I did… And you’re on speaker phone! So say hello to Kristina!”

“I can practically hear how much you must have enjoyed last night…” Rose’s voice dripped with thinly veiled mischievousness before she laughed in that same blissful way she had the day before. “Hello to Kristina! I do hope I’ll end up meeting you too, anyone able to nab a catch like Diane must be more beautiful than Ceres herself!”

Kristina laughed and grinned in that satisfied way one only could after a night of terrific love making before she sighed dreamily and softly kissed Diane’s forehead. “How right you are… on all accounts! And actually, I’d love to meet you! I want to thank you… Normally, I’d want to ask how the hell that worked, but that was a miracle. People work too hard to try and make miracles seem mundane so they can be repeated again and again and again… I just want to savor that memory, and savor the new bonded feeling that sizzles in the air with us.”

Diane grinned just a little and sighed dreamily too, gently kissing Kristina’s cheek. “And I wanted to ask if you had another of those absolutely amazing blue roses!”

“It’s always nice meeting such a lovely couple… and such an honest one, to boot! Hmm… I have a couple more of those miracles… and I’m glad that you want to meet me Kristina! I’ve been dying to meet you, and though I hadn’t even hoped for this call until five and it’s only noon… Think the two of you could shower off the sex and meet me at the Italian place by Penda’s for dinner around seven? My treat.” Rose’s voice sounded truly so happy, truly so fulfilled.

Diane recalled how she had described love as her work, and could see it now. If she gave out things like that blue rose very often, then not only was love her work, but she was absolutely amazing at her work and should Venus’s employee of the millennium. “Mmm, I’d love to, you Kristina?”

Kristina nodded softly and gently kissed Diane’s lips. “Seven sounds great! I figure the shower will take an hour, after it takes us an hour to get out of bed, which will make it two… Then an hour of getting dressed and trying not to pounce each other making it three… Then giving in to the pouncing, another hour or so… another hour long shower… more getting dressed… How does seven fifteen sound?”

Rose laughed and her eyes rolling could almost be heard through the phone line. “Sounds wonderful. I’ll see you then…”

As soon as the lovers said their goodbyes and the phone clicked off, their eyes met. Maybe it was just the blue euphoria of the night before, but their eyes both seemed to have taken a subtle blue tint to them. Both of them shrugged in sync as if having decided at the precise same moment that it wasn’t important.

Moments later they were kissing again, hands starting to trace over tender, slick, and sweaty flesh. “Mmm, so that’s an hour before I get to lather up your body with soap?”

“Uh-huh…” Kristina grinned wide and ever so softly purred. “Better make me nice and dirty so you have to scrub extra hard.”

“Anything for you, my love…”

It was closer to seven thirty when they finally arrived, but Rose’s grin showed just how little she minded. Diane playfully smirked and rose an eyebrow, gesturing to Kristina with a thumb as she whispered to Rose. “We would have been here when we said if someone hadn’t thought it would be a good idea to sit two to the driver’s seat. Well, one on the seat, and one making it very hard to work the pedals…”

“Ain’t my fault you encouraged me, sweet lips!” Kristina winked softly and they all three burst into laughs.

“Don’t worry about it, I was expecting you to be here in another fifteen minutes yet. Maybe another half an hour and… You are even more beautiful than I expected, my darling Kristina.” Rose grasped one of Kristina’s hands in both of hers and stared deeply into her eyes with her own cobalt blues. “I had hoped to meet a woman of may haps a quarter of your beauty, a simple peasant, and here I am, meeting a goddess that could make a woman moan from merely a stray glance that was intended to turn into a glare. I’m honored… Beyond honored…”

Kristina’s pale skin flushed as her eyes caught in Rose’s. The blue in her eyes made Kristina’s thighs clench and dampen more than they already were which was saying quite a bit. There was some message in them, some meaning to the fact that those blue eyes matched the flower… Something that related to the truth she had felt in that first orgasm after smelling the rose… but she couldn’t grasp it.

All she knew was that the way those eyes looked into hers made her feel alive.

She caught herself and averted her gaze, blushing a faint bit more and softly pulling herself closer to Diane with a gentle sigh. “Thank you… But I’m just a simple little girl, don’t you start treating me like a goddess! If anyone here is the goddess, it’s the woman who can make a rose do that!”

“Oh come now, the two of you had much more to do with it than the rose did…” An impatient woman dressed crisply made a sound similar to clearing her throat and Rose rolled her eyes. “Well apparently it’s time for us to be seated! If you’ll follow me, I’ll walk beside the fine woman to make sure that she feels like she’s being appreciated!”

The lovers laughed as the woman looked vaguely worried, or annoyed, and began to lead them off. Rose indeed did latch onto her, and seeped to be whispering something into her ear… but the lovers hardly cared about that.

“She’s breathtaking, isn’t she?” Kristina’s voice sounded like a breathy gasp as she walked along. It took too much effort to keep her eyes off of Rose’s slender but perfectly shaped behind. “She just has this intensity to her eyes… to her tone… She’s breathtaking.”

“You’ve never called me breathtaking…” Diane pretended to pout before grinning and softly kissing Kristina just beside her lips as they continued to move. “I know just what you mean though. I felt guilty at first, for looking at her and listening to her and having the same reaction but… I don’t think you’d blame me, anymore than I’m blaming you.”

Kristina shook her head and purred as she watched Rose grind her side against the waitress’s. The waitress tensed at first, but seemed to melt into it as Rose began to stroke her hair. “It seems that the waitress agrees. Think that she would have enjoyed carpet samples before Rose got to her, or is she really that…potent? I used to think that if I couldn’t make a girl look twice then she wasn’t going to be looking at all, but rose…”

“She said that her job was love, or that love was her work… It’s not just about sex with her. I think sex is just a tool to her, sort of like how it felt last night. Love is beyond gender, sweetie. I think she could make a plant love her.” Diane had to try not to swoon as Rose untangled herself from the waitress who motioned to their corner booth.

“H-here’s where you’ll be sitting… I’ll be back around with water in a few minutes… until then, you c-c-can look over the menus…” The waitress let out a final moan before Rose lightly stroked down her back and gave her ass a gentle caress, and then pushed her off towards the back of the restaurant.

The lovers were still leaning against each other, arms wrapped around each other loosely as Rose slowly turned to them and rose up her dark eyebrows. “Well, aren’t you going to sit?”

All of them laughed, but it wasn’t normal laughter. It wasn’t nervous, ha-ha fill the silence laughter, it was laughter used to fill the air when there was so much sexual tension in the air that a knife couldn’t begin to find a way to cut it. It was laughter that meant their bodies were aflame and there was so little stopping them from taking each other, all three, on the table of their booth.

Though Rose seemed the only one contented with the current situation.

Slowly the lovers eased themselves in to the closest side, fingers of their hands closest to each other lacing under the table as their other hands both moved to open a menu.

The silence persisted, until Rose spoke again. “So, I just love how neither of you are asking how often I do this, why I do this, or what my nefarious plans are. Like I told Diane, my work is love. I spread love, in all of it’s forms. At times, I teach two people that they can share the love that they’re afraid of even having. Other times, when this is already there… I teach another, very special lesson.”

Silence returned. Rose slowly glanced over the menu, seeming to savor the feeling of the plastic against her fingertip.

Diane and Kristina looked to each other’s faces, eyes, wondering the same question. At the precise moment, Rose began to laugh. “Aww, and you did so good! Last night’s mystery was the blue rose. But I am a rose with blue eyes. My mystery is tonight. You may discover it if you’re good girls, but even still, you will not uncover the mystery. You will not ruin it. You will not defile it… So don’t defile it with questions now and make me have to leave, hmm?”

Rose’s words made Diane tense. She normally would have questioned them. She normally would have complained and stormed out, and so would Kristina, but… she didn’t.

The mystery meant more to her than that, and it meant more to her than the worry, and so she stayed. Kristina squeezed her hand and looked to her worriedly before she looked down to her menu. She had already decided truly, the menu was just somewhere to look, and they both knew it. The menu was a mess of choices to hide behind.

Rose’s laugh spilled out again before she leaned on her elbows and looked over to the two beautiful women sitting across from her. “Oh you two, you almost look as if you’re two little girls afraid you won’t be getting any candy, or afraid you should want the candy if you will! Relax! I do what I do for the love of you. I do all that I do for love, each and every word, each and ever laugh, each and every choice… and some day love will reward me in letting me see a world made up only of love, and maybe I will even be among it…”

“I can hardly see you as a woman who would need to look for love too intently. Even being picky, the waitress herself was falling all over herself… So many women must fall at your feet —”

“That lovely woman is meant for another woman. I know her already, her mate. Jenna, a beautiful red head with eyes that look like flaming copper. They’ve loved each other from afar for years. I’m going to help the waitress find her Jenna… I can’t be greedy enough to steal that love. I have to wait for that love to come to me… but that love is not yet meant to be… not for poor little Rose…” Her voice was melancholy yet sweet as she looked back down to her menu, hiding just as much as Katrina had.

Diane finally realized what that extra spark to those cobalt blues of Rose’s eyes was. That extra spark was her sorrow. She went about, brining love and contentment to all around her, and though it made her happy… it made her sad that she was not one of them. Rose needed love, and yet she was too in love with love to break love’s heart by disturbing it.

Rose needed love… It was a crime for her to not have it! Just as Diane was about to speak, Kristina’s voice interrupted her attempt. “Poor little Rose can always come to us when she needs friends to be there for her… What you gave us, it… I can still feel blue in the grip of Diane, I can still feel blue with each sound she makes… and I… I don’t want to betray you Diane, but I… I can see that same blue in your eyes. doesn’t that mean something…?”

Diane froze, stiffening like an ice sculpture. At first she wanted to be hurt, she wanted to cry, but as Rose looked back up, and her eyes seemed to look right into hers… Diane could see it. Diane could feel it. The love that had burned inside of her for Kristina… The love that had made lust melt away and become an aspect of love and not what one would consider it’s antitheses…

Rose was the mystery. Rose understood love. Rose was love. Rose was lust. Rose was… something Diane had never felt before. The more that Diane stared into those eyes, the more that she found herself craving and feeling those tender feelings for Rose… and Kristina.

It was as if through loving Rose, she was loving Kristina. It was as if through loving Rose, she was loving the waitress, Jenna, all of those other women that Rose would help and had helped.

Not only could she feel the emotions, but she could feel the itch, she could feel the desire, to love Rose in the same way she had loved Kristina on their bed. She wanted to deny it, but she needed Rose. Not tasting Rose’s skin, not feeling the way her body sloped, not letting their lips meet before her lips would meet with Kristina… It would be like being hollowed out. As much as she needed Kristina, she needed rose.

The feelings were mutually inclusive, somehow… and somehow, Diane knew Kristina was feeling the exact same way. Somehow, she knew that this love was between all of them. This love… This love was not something they could selfishly keep. This love needed to be shared.

Rose needed their love… and who knew how many other women needed their love! Not the waitress, no, her true love lied in another… but there were women who needed their love. There were women who had love and needed to bond with others in similar positions, love chains that needed to link for miles until the whole world was love, until every woman could share the love they all truly felt for each other mentally, spiritually, and the synthesis of it all in physical touch that some would call lust…

“Let us love you, Rose…” Diane’s forwardness surprised her as she reached out with her free hand to grasp one of Rose’s from her face. “Let’s share our love, let’s… Let’s share our feelings. Let’s share who and what we are until the boundaries blur and love makes us all melt and blur into each other…”

“Please…” Kristina’s spare hand found the other of Rose’s and softly squeezed. They formed a triangle of arms and bodies in a way that wound look so perfect from above, but felt perfect from within. “Feel love with us… Teach us how to feel the love of others, teach us how to share our bond and link all of love together into one glorious form…”

Tears formed in Rose’s eyes that the other two women had no idea how deeply lost within they were. They were so lost in those eyes that they didn’t notice when Rose ordered the waitress away… or when Rose began to lean closer so that they had a better view of the pattern of her glorious blue irises. All that they knew was that they were bonded. The blue inside of them, the blue that had linked their souls… it burned, it yearned, and it screamed to grow and flow over, to let their hands and lips and bodies…

“Oh I… how could I ever refuse the two of you? How could I ever hold back my love…? I still need find my other half but I… I would love to teach you these things… and to share in your bond…” Rose slowly pulled her hands away and stood, sniffling ever so softly as she pushed her falling tears away. “C-come with me… My place isn’t far I… Please…”

Neither of them could refuse, and neither of them wanted to. They both understood love now, so much better. They wanted their bodies to understand love better, too. They wanted their bodies to better understand Rose’s.

No two three women had ever left a restaurant faster that weren’t dodging the bill.

“You said your place was close…!” Diane moaned as she tore off Rose’s blouse, almost breaking off several buttons in the process as her hands ran over Rose’s arms and shoulders, slowly stroking down her back and clawing until they reached the strap of her bra. Deft fingers unhooked the pesky thing before almost ripping it off of Rose’s body and throwing it away. “It felt like a mile!”

Kristina shuddered as she kneeled at the foot of Rose’s bed, nibbling at her heel, newly ripped off shoes and socks resting on the floor as lips slowly traced up higher. Pale hands that looked tan to Rose’s skin grasped at Rose’s skirt and tugged, pulled, tearing it away and throwing it to the floor as Kristina’s mouth pulled back before starting to kiss anew up Rose’s leg, quickly meeting her thigh as her hands began to caress. “Five blocks had never felt so long…!”

Rose’s body arched up as her panties were savagely pulled away by Kristina, and as Diane’s lips slowly trailed their way from Rose’s shoulders to her chest. “Closer… then waiting through dinner…!” They all shared a laugh that lasted only moments before Rose’s sounds of pleasure began to grow louder again as Diane began to kiss slowly around an already hardening nipple before latching on to suck, Kristina’s tongue tasting along Rose’s slit just as savagely as it had Diane’s the night before.

None of them wanted their mouths to stop to simply speak, and Rose took little time before her legs latched about Kristina, rubbing against her, body twisting so it could both arch to the tender touches between her legs and yet still allow her lips to kiss at Diane’s tanned skin.

Their moans joined together just like the blue moans of Kristina and Diane had the night before. Each touch any of them felt was as if it was shared through them all… Diane could feel Rose’s body writhe to the touches both she and Kristina was giving as could Kristina, and Rose moaned at the intense feelings of the bliss her pleasure was causing the lovers.

Each tender touch from all three of them was perfect… Kristina’s fingers exploring Rose’s depth’s, Diane’s lips as they tasted all of Rose’s skin that they could, and Rose’s frantic attmepts to return the pleasures that her body was unable to cater to, too busy shuddering and arching, twisting to some new touch.

Each feeling was blue, each feeling was love, lust, shared…

That first night they shared, lost in those tender touches and tender feelings, was the first of many, and not a single ever regretted it for a single moment.

No one at first could understand the mystery of Kristina and Diane’s new love outside of their own love… but they shared that mystery with others as much as they could. After all, their mystery, like love, was something that would only become more by being given.

Love, lust…

Their world was bliss.