As the poppies blink away one by one, I’m reminded that nothing lasts forever.Not the sky above or the meadow below. The words I’ve typed and read in the books spread around me, and the pictures I’ve captured with my camera…...
Microfiction
Love Wins in Flanders Fields
"Where passion comes full circle"
That field in Flanders, where poppies still grow. Where our picnic blanket became something more. Lockdown was slowly lifting. Our minds drawn closer over the time we met online, and lush life was replaced with real life. We surrendered to...
Promises
"She waits to keep her promise"
A quick look at the clock, it’s almost time, He’ll be here soon. Surveying the room, her handy work, she smiles. Candles lit, soft jazz wafting into the room, the toys in place. She is ready.Tonight is her gift to...
The Witch’s Brew
"Sex with the devil strips the witch of her very soul."
Pleasure and pain twisted transcendently, contorting with the curves of my breasts as he thrust. My head turned in an expression of ecstasy, screaming across the field. I clawed, drawing him deep to climax, dripping with desire as the devil...
Stolen Kisses
"An afternoon delight ..."
The wind softly blowing onto the fields in tempo with the birds serenading from afar. A good time for an afternoon walk. A woman's faint moan like relishing a pleasurable dessert in contrast with the man's groan like he is in pain...
The Deflowering
"Lips of my vagina throbbing, clitoris swelling, like the flower in his hand waiting to bloom."
Goosebumps. Shivers.All things I felt as Adam stroked a poppy petal against my clitoris. Brushed it up and down, coursing electricity through my veins.Lips of my vagina throbbing, clitoris swelling, like the flower in his hand waiting to bloom. Raindrops...
In Flanders Fields
"Once for Us - Once More for Them"
He was gaunt and walked with a limp. She was beautiful, fresh, buxom. They walked slowly, looking for just the right spot -In Flanders Fields. They walked where the poppies blow.They walked between the crosses, row on row. They sat among the poppies,...
Field of Memories
"Working outside was a great way to remember what’s important"
Lounging in the poppy fields while writing my article was a very interesting idea.“Thank you for moving our office space outside today."Micheal responds lovingly, "No problem, my darling.”“I need to get this just right, I need to make sure no one forgets.”With...
Now comes the guilt
"Temptation while away from home"
Work takes me to a city far from home.At night alone temptation hits me.Into an adult cinema I sheepishly go.Inside a huge screen shows hetero hardcore movies.In the front row, there is a single viewer lying on a couch.I watch...
A breeze in the dark field, the earthy sweetness of poppies the same after all these years. One glint of moonlight made her eyes oceans or vast ancient forests. When inside her, dark starfires, violent rainbows. No experience, just feral young need....