"A family picnic proved to be more exciting than I could imagine."
Unbelievable how quickly a day can go to the shitter. Today Lucy suggested having a picnic with her parents. Wanting to make a good impression, I agreed, and pretty soon we were in a meadow surrounded by poppies. After lunch, Lucy's...
"She know what she wants"
She wears tiny pink panties and nothing more. A lusty grin on her pretty face tells me what she wants.I shed my clothes and pounce, pinning her body to the bed. After a kiss or two, I slither down and...
"A girl, a guy, some old tech."
"A typewriter? Who brings a fucking typewriter out into the middle of a field?And it's a Smith Corona. Probably infected. I'm staying away from you." His questioning tone had devolved into incoherent grumbling as he made to rise. But she was...
"What's with the typewriter?""You were complaining about writer's block; I thought it might inspire you.""It doesn't, but I don't care. As long as I am riding your cock and watching your face, you can bring whatever you want."Flowers, typewriters, the sun,...
They spread out amidst the flowers (Papaver rhoeas, he said). Waves of shimmering heat turned the blooms into a lush impasto, thick incarnadine whorls. High growths and grasses concealed them. Possessions sat by mute and offended, waiting for the attention they would...
"You either take a chance, or you wonder forever..."
We’ve been best friends forever, since we were kids playing little league ball. I’ve watched you grow into this amazing man; I’m so proud of you!But lately when I hug you, I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wonder if...
"My affairs during the Crazy Years"
I celebrated my first manuscript by fucking my first French Communist.It was France during the Crazy Years, the Années Folles. American writers surged into Paris. It was Prohibition in America; I arrived to enjoy the cafes and French culture after...
"The end of the war street party celebrations, lead to lust, and loathing."
Edith gasped as Ralph entered her.They'd snuck away from the VE Day celebrations, behind the houses into the poppy field, sowed to commemorate the fallen of the last war.A Yank in uniform looked irresistibly handsome through beery eyes.Edith, recalled her...
"Their sweat-streaked bodies collapsed, slowly cooling in the hazy floral breeze."
Soft moans accompanied the slow trembling plunge onto his hard cock. Her labia stretched tight around his girth as his swollen head raked along her insides until she bottomed out.Strong hands grasped her bottom kneading her crotch to his. His...
"First love is never forgotten."
It was my escape. I'd go there to think, to write, to dream. He worked for the farmer next door. One day he wandered over and it became a habit. We'd sit and talk for hours. Romance bloomed and after weeks...
