She moaned softly as my index finger slid up her slick wetness.I never imagined I’d ever touch my mother like this.She moaned louder and gently shuddered.‘Thank you, darling,’ she whispered, ‘that was wonderful. It’s been so long. Please stay with...
Microfiction
Field Work
"Touching is such fun"
As I stroked into her I could feel something touching my balls everytime I pulled out. It was her idea to fuck in this field.The flowers were tall enough to hide us from view. I agreed because I was horny.It...
Nice Shoes
"Compliments can get you everything."
Walking into the bar, she had a look of desire. She scanned the bar and walked with a distinct purpose to me, her heels clicking loudly on the floor and sat down. I had a thing for women in heels. ...
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...
Vin De France
"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...
Something With Poison In It
"‘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....
Mariages pour gauchers et un champ de coquelicots.
"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 for the truth
"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...
The Sinner’s Glade
""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...