"Gaia meets her soul mate!"
Gaia came across him in a garden of red poppies. He was typing on an anachronistic typewriter with books at his side.She was surprised when he looked up and actually saw her — few ever could. He didn't look away...
"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...
"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...
"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,...
"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...
"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....
“Do you think we have two lives?” Asked the outspoken, calculating, confident barrister. Her eyes looked at the painting on the bedroom wall. A field of poppies. A sensuous yet tranquil feeling permeated her body.Her breathing calm, her bottom raised,...
It took her forever to find him, the backpacker’s day off with the poppies. His American accent grated her father, as too his artistic soul and retro flare. Strutting into his picnic, she let him woo her with all that wasn’t...
As the guns fell silent, she slid her knickers down and sat astride me, grinding back and forth. Lost in the euphoria of a world no longer struggling to survive. In the exhileration of new opportunities, of making every minute...
