Ivy League

She'd never heard of phytophilia, but the ivy in her backyard had. A fun free piece of erotic flash fiction!

"Nathan wasn’t the most skilled lover she ever had, but he made up for it in compliance. Any position she suggested, any place, he performed enthusiastically. He never said no, not even to those cliched hotspots like the kitchen table, elevator, shower, or closet, that she’d seen on predictable pay-per-view porn. So it was no trick at all to coax him into the backyard, to the bed of tangled ivy that had beckoned to her for so long."