The door slammed.“Hurry up, you have four minutes!” I told him. “But I’m not ready yet,” he replied rushing to unzip his jeans. “C’mon, you know how many are waiting for me!?” I hissed. He finally retrieved his cock...
Microfiction
When the photographer becomes the subject
"It was his turn to photograph her in a open field."
He told me to bring my Nikon to the poppy fields in ten minutes and to only wear his coat.I saw him in the first section of the crowded place. He took me away from the sea of people to a more secluced spot.He released my...
My Opioid
"The satisfaction of taking another man when the urge hits"
He was there again. Every day for the past week, reading in the poppies; tanned and shirtless. I didn’t know his name, nor did I care. I walked to him and let the sundress I wore just for him that day...
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...
You Can’t Judge a Book by it’s Cover
"When you open a book you never know what you'll find"
I couldn't believe it, when I opened my eyes he was beneath me. He looked as I imagined, with chiseled abs and striking eyes. His large thick cock throbbed inside me. I moved in harmony to the sway of the...
My Mistress Above Me, and Poppies below
"A poet in a poppy field was not expecting company."
The sun above me, the poppies below, and her in-between sublimates what I know. I came here to write; she came here to read. Instead we found something that both of us need.Her lips on my body. Her lust for...
Typewriter Of The Damned
"One Soul, Two Soul, Three...She'd Be The Greatest Writer Someday"
"I suppose I could try to warn him that the pussy he is about to bury into is a sharp glass trap into Hell, but who would listen to a typewriter anyways. I'm not even a word processor.""The girl on top...
…. Pants on Fire
"A devastating breakup in a poppy field"
In this poppy field we shared our first kiss and lick. The chanting of the children in the adjacent cornfield drowned out our mutual pleading. Months later we parted in the same field. I rationalized my tears as allergies. Another transparent...
On The Way to OZ
"Dorothy gets horny on the way to OZ"
Dorothy and the Scarecrow were off to see the Wizard when they came to a poppy field and Dorothy grew sleepy. While the Tin Man and the Lion went off to find some help or some coffee, the Scarecrow decided...