Hey QJ readers!
During the last four posts, I’ve been practicing my sensual writing technique, Scent-Erotica, while moving through five of the seven prompts I’ve curated for Fallen Angels, my upcoming experience (more info at the end of this post).
Scent-Erotica offers an easeful and accessible way to explore erotic creative writing through smelling or recalling a scent, then letting the scent guide your imagination and writing toward sensory details that stir your desires.
For today’s final post/Fallen Angel prompt, I am writing a full sexy scene inspired by the scent of rose. Keep in mind, this scene jumps ahead a bit in our Jesus/Judas timeline, but that’s the beauty of vignette writing! Chronology be damned! Enjoy.
“So…that poem you wrote.”
Jesus and Judas are sitting on a bench outside Edentown’s conservatory. It’s a clear February night, the waning moon is lighting up the outlines of the lush insides of the greenhouse.
The two only met a few days before, but everything between them feels rich and dark red…an unfurling. After eating tacos from a local food truck, the two ended up outside the conservatory, a shared favorite spot in town.
“Uh-huhhh. Did you like it?”
“No…j’adored it. In fact, I’ve been keeping it in my pocket.”
Jesus retrieves the poem from their jumpsuit pocket, deliciously worn and crumpled, as if it has been read a thousand times.
“Will you read it to me? I want to hear it in your voice.”
Judas reads it, his voice slow and stirring like caramel in a pot. Because he has memorized most of it, he is able to lock eyes with Jesus as he reads. Jesus feels his whole body shimmer with warmth, filled with a lushness much like the conservatory.
“let me be denim/my pockets full…” Judas finishes and slowly lowers the crumpled paper to his lap.
Jesus looks at Judas’s lips, his purple, metallic lipstick gleaming with moon and poem. The breeze picks up and rustles Judas’s silver streak of hair, filling both their noses with the scent of his rosehip shampoo.
“Hey,” Jesus whispers, “want to kiss me?”
“I do,” replies Judas. He leans closer to Jesus, who turns their face upward. Judas cups the back of Jesus’s head, caressing the silky-ness of their curls.
They look into each other’s eyes again for a moment (later on, Jesus will describe this moment as “fucking hot. SMOLDERING hot.” to Mags), and then their lips meet.
At first soft, slow, sweet, the kissing gains momentum as Jesus lightly bites Judas’s bottom lip and Judas brings their other hand to Jesus’s lower back and pulls them in closer. The rosehip, the dark red, the ache…
Eventually, after checking to be sure no one is around, Jesus tosses the poem from Judas’s lap and straddles him against the bench, their hips pressing deeply into Judas’s thighs, checking to be sure Judas is comfortable..
As Jesus begins to kiss Judas’s neck, collarbone, etc. (met with soft moans and giggles of pleasure), the breeze picks up again and carries the discarded poem down the path, straight into the heart of a rosebush.
A couple of months later, Jesus and Judas make out often and the little poem finds itself surrounded by dark red, unfurling roses.
P.S. Scent-Erotica is the writing technique I’m sharing and facilitating during Fallen Angels, my 7-week experience featuring a luxurious kit of sensual accoutrements (perfume potion included!), perfume glam, and erotica writing, all in the name of sexuality connection and celebration during the timeline of lent, which, as many know, is typically a time of restriction and shame...Not in Fallen Angels. Doors NOW close for the first run of Fallen Angels on 2/10/23 (in one day!) and all the fun begins on 2/22. <3 Learn more and sign up for all the fun and sexiness here.
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The fact that the poem then bloomed with the rose bushes, just! Awe! I love that extra touch!
“slow and stirring like caramel in a pot” 😍 also, love love so much when active asking for consent is written into stories 💜 so good!