“It’s wrong! She’ll know!” I plead. Because I’ll tell her.You know I can’t resist you. Before, you rejected my love.Now, here, you ambushed me.Your cunt—slick and hot from your premeditation—traps my cock—helplessly rigid from your wet panties smearing my lips....
Microfiction
A family picnic
"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...
Pink Panties
"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...
They spread out amidst the flowers (Papaver rhoeas, he said). Waves of shimmering heat turned the blooms into a lush impasto, thick incarnadine whorls. High growths and grasses concealed them. Possessions sat by mute and offended, waiting for the attention they would...
Taking a Chance
"You either take a chance, or you wonder forever..."
We’ve been best friends forever, since we were kids playing little league ball. I’ve watched you grow into this amazing man; I’m so proud of you!But lately when I hug you, I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wonder if...
A Memoir of Paris: Prologue
"My affairs during the Crazy Years"
I celebrated my first manuscript by fucking my first French Communist.It was France during the Crazy Years, the Années Folles. American writers surged into Paris. It was Prohibition in America; I arrived to enjoy the cafes and French culture after...
Traditional is best.
"A girl, a guy, some old tech."
"A typewriter? Who brings a fucking typewriter out into the middle of a field?And it's a Smith Corona. Probably infected. I'm staying away from you." His questioning tone had devolved into incoherent grumbling as he made to rise. But she was...
"What's with the typewriter?""You were complaining about writer's block; I thought it might inspire you.""It doesn't, but I don't care. As long as I am riding your cock and watching your face, you can bring whatever you want."Flowers, typewriters, the sun,...
Ethereal
"First love is never forgotten."
It was my escape. I'd go there to think, to write, to dream. He worked for the farmer next door. One day he wandered over and it became a habit. We'd sit and talk for hours. Romance bloomed and after weeks...
Lay her among the poppies
"pop(py)ing a virgin again"
Staring at his thick erection, she raised her skirt and laid among the poppy flowers; grass tickling her pantiless bottom. Lifting her hips, he placed her feet on his shoulders.Eyes closed, she moaned aloud; he grunted. Vagina gripping his phallus, penetration deep...