Dirty Flowers

Dirty Flowers by Kenya Wright © 2023 All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means such as electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior written permission of the authors of this book. This is a work of fiction. Any characters, names, places, brands, media and incidents are used solely in a fictitious nature based on the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to or mention of persons, places, organizations or other incidents is coincidental. Printed in the United States of America First Printing, 2023 Table of Contents Copyright Page Dirty Flowers Prologue | Mystery Moans | Emily Chapter 1 | Clues | Emily Chapter 2 | The Garden | Emily Chapter 3 | Puzzle Pieces | Kazimir Chapter 4 | A Dangerous Chess Game | Emily Chapter 5 | Kanga | Kazimir Chapter 6 | The Dinner | Emily Chapter 7 | Lover Boy | Kazimir Chapter 8 | Steam | Emily Chapter 9 | Us | Kazimir Chapter 10 | Three for Three | Kazimir Chapter 11 | The Mirror | Emily Chapter 12 | Divine Madness | Kaz Chapter 13 | The Art of Diapers | Emily Chapter 14 | Who Want It? | Emily Chapter 15 | Two Thrones | Kazimir Chapter 16 | Plans | Kazimir Chapter 17 | Guilt | Emily Chapter 18 | Numb | Kazimir Chapter 19 | Pleasure | Emily Chapter 20 | A New Method | Emily Chapter 21 | Lucid Fragments | Kazimir Chapter 22 | The Eyes | Kazimir Chapter 23 | Questions and Answers | Emily Chapter 24 | The Decision | Kazimir Chapter 25 | Personal | Emily Chapter 26 | The Surprise | Emily Chapter 27 | A Journey Through The Past | Emily Chapter 28 | The Order | Emily Chapter 29 | Heartbreaking Reality | Kazimir Chapter 30 | A Circle of Love | Kazimir Chapter 31 | Clocks and Mirrors | Kazimir Chapter 32 | The Elegy | Kazimir Chapter 33 | Feminine Problems | Kazimir Chapter 34 | Smooth Criminal | Emily Chapter 35 | Rock Star | Emily Chapter 36 | The Lion’s Den | Kazimir Chapter 37 | Work Out | Emily Chapter 38 | The Layers of Healing | Kazimir Chapter 39 | Milk | Emily Chapter 40 | The Final Step | Emily Chapter 41 | A Cold Heart | Kazimir Chapter 42 | The Coroner | Kazimir Chapter 43 | The Gift | Kazimir Chapter 44 | In Trouble | Kazimir Chapter 45 | Change In Plans | Kazimir Chapter 46 | New Orleans or Bust | Emily Chapter 47 | The Surprise | Kazimir Chapter 48 | A Plan | Kazimir To my KW Patrons, Dirty Flowers was intended to be a short bonus story bridging the gap between Book 7 and Book 8. Your MANY comments on my Patreon caused the story to grow beyond what I'd initially envisioned. The chapters kept springing up, one after another! It is truly a testament to the power of our shared love for this world and its characters. I want to extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you. _______________________ And to my beloved Diamond Divas, Your unwavering belief in my work keeps me inspired, propelling me to explore new depths in our shared literary journey. Your generous financial support also ensures that I can devote my time and energy to doing what I love most—writing. Here's to many more shared adventures in the world we've come to cherish together! L. Nichols N. Chatman T. Cleaver S. Cohen C. Carbon A. Burgett A. Hush T. Paten Prologue Mystery Moans Emily What is going on? I was on all fours in warm dirt. A hot, pulsing cock thrust in and out of my ass with fast, hard strokes that made my eyes roll back into my head. Groaning, he gripped my hips and pounded into my ass, stuffing me with his throbbing cock. The only problem with this situation was that. . .who the hell was he? A haze of lust descended over me. Unable to help myself, I moaned in ecstasy. Where. . .am. . .I? I tried to see, but it was difficult. Darkness served as my only view. But I could feel everything—the dirt smoothing against my palms and knees. The cock slamming into me. The sweat dripping down from my forehead. The muscles stretching in my ass to accommodate this stranger’s massive presence. And, the body warmth and weight of the man on top of me, while his cock pounded my ass. Oh, God. It feels so good, but. . .who is this? It wasn’t Kaz. This man’s cock was smaller and his pound had less strength. Had Kaz been slamming into my ass at his speed, I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. Erotic slapping and groaning rose around me. It’s just a dream. Wake up, Emily. But, I couldn’t open my eyes and I had no control of my body. Is there no way out of this? I didn’t think so. Somehow I had turned into someone’s blind fuck toy. Just when I thought my orgasm would erupt from the cock plowing into me, the man tensed and roared. “Oh, Lunita!” No! Why did he say that?! Did she have control? I tried to move and realized that I couldn’t. The man groaned. Then, I or she moaned at his words. I no longer knew where she began or I ended. Is she in control? Or is this some living nightmare? Hot, thick, cum spurted within me, and I felt the warmth of it leaking from my ass. Fuck! “Oh, Lunita!” I shook uncontrollably as an orgasm spasmed through me. No. I don’t want this. Still, ecstasy pulsed through my body and drummed down to my toes. Waves of pleasure