"‘Loved and were loved, and now we lie...’"
Last thing I heard was the train’s whistle, shrill. The last thing I smelled was the smoke.Flushed and furrowed. She wore that dress again. Spun silk, hiding her. More hidden than when we met. More to hide.She writhes. Rise and fall....
"He came to the Ball to choose his mulatto lover. The woman that he would love forever ..."
She descended the staircase into a room filled with men. Tall, well-built men. Short, skinny men. Refined young Frenchmen, all in attendance for selection day.He came to the Ball to choose his mulatto lover. The woman that he would love forever,...
"Poppies, poppies, poppies will put them to sleep."
Sleeping nude in a poppy field does strange things to you.She moves and I wake, one eye watching her naked form beside me, her nipples sharply outlined in the bright sun.She thinks I sleep.She is so beautiful as she touches...
""She fucked as if she'd fallen long ago." -Lucifer"
Fireflies wink, golden sunset filtering through crimson petals.He's as handsome as she was warned. The fire in him burning her across the meadow."He lets you free?" "Perhaps He learned his lesson with you," she replies.His smile forfeits her resolve.Insidious, he moves...
The sunshine is mild, our footsteps hurried. We skip and run through lush green fields dotted with blazing red, dropping down, rolling to a stop.Our naked bodies are soon covered in pollen and poppy petals.He kisses the trail of pale...
"I mean, why???"
“Why is there a typewriter?”“What?”“In that picture over the bed. Why is there a typewriter?”‘You stopped licking me to ask that?”“I just wondered.”“The guy’s a writer.”“He writes in a field?”“Apparently.”“And lugs a typewriter all the way out there? With the...
I wanted to be in her novel, simple.My button was closed, my zipper open. She liked the coldness of metal on her skin. A bent poppy flower tickled her thigh every time her hips went up. She straightened her arms...
"I'm not a delicate flower."
Désolée, Daddy. I didn't mean to spill the Cabernet all over your manuscript. I was having fun trying to tickle you. I know, dirty little sluts need to be punished from behind. But first, you'll have to catch me to rip off my panties.Come and...
I hoped someone might hear my cries but you read my mind. I wanted someone to grasp my hand and you swept me into your arms. I hungered for someone to touch my body, you inhabited my soul. You held...
