Ficlets

“Crushed Damiana, Turkish Hash oil, honey, dried P. cubensis, cane sugar, lavender, at least one secret ingredient, and other natural flavorings.”

“Well it tasted pretty good. Was there alcohol in it? I feel kind of strange.” Ethan’s stomach fluttered, as if he were falling from a great height.

Her face flushed with pleasure. She was like a purring kitten, her eyes closed and that smile that never left her lips. “No, there’s no alcohol. But it is a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“What?” Ethan blurted out, “Are you… but, I’m m-married!” Sweat beaded on his upper lip. The sensations starting to spread through his body were not unpleasant.

“Relax.” she murmured. “Half the people on this boat are married.” She fell back onto a deep red divan that materialized out from the cabin walls. “Why are you here?”

Ethan went to her, letting her arms envelope him. “Ziyi said that…”

“Ziyi? I must send her my thanks.”

“Why? Do you..”

“Shh.” She silenced him with a finger to his lips, which he took into his mouth.