"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...
"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...
"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...
"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...
"As I was coming among them, they were cumming amid them."
I could smell the poppies before seeing them. Sans doute, one species of the family gives the whole group an addictive aura. So, my anima was alive with memory of selfless service and venerable verses when beholding...
"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...
"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...
