Ginger Cinnamon Skin: Erotica/Romance

The scent of cinnamon filled the air as she turned to see him enter the room. Her hands were covered with flour, and ginger dusted the swell of her breasts under the apron. "Cooking again?' he asked as he approached her. "Yes," she said. He bent to kiss her, tasting cloves on her lips. "And the spices?" "Well," she said, "you know me.... I was just going to make some gingersnaps, but then I slipped and the ginger powder slid from my hands." He buried his face in her hair. "And the cardamom?" "Well," she said, "I got some cinnamon in my hair, and at the time it seemed d like a good idea to add some more spice to it to make it smell better." "You always smell good," he said, sliding his arms around her and nuzzling her neck. A cloud of gingery cinnamon rose from her skin. "Well," she said, "with such encouragement...."




Notes to self: could be reworked into entry for the aroma erotica flash fiction if reset: cookie factory worker & mechanic of some sort? Lots of aromas there....