In Flanders Fields they made love, embracing the trenches which lurk between adoration and bereavement, between possibilities and impossibilities, between passion and prohibition. “This is the end, my love,” he whispered through her tears, as the soft wind shared their...
Microfiction
Mother Nature Meets Her Match
"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...
Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming.She loves it. I love her. I want her.I took her here. Our first time. She's never done it.We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect....
She Just Wanted To Play
"Playing is always more fun than working."
We had come to this field of poppies to work on our story.As I typed, she began to play instead.Lowering her dress to be on display, I couldn’t help but notice as she played.I tried to type but she had...
Afternoon Distraction
"Just a ride in the country"
All I know is that she shrieked, “OMG LOOK AT THOSE, can we stop?”The second the car rolled to a stop she was out and in the field. The next thing WHAM and she was naked and I am laying...
Unexpected
"An unexpected discovery"
The erratic tapping sound entered my ears and pulled my attention to the middle of the poppy field. The tapping was soon replaced with soft moans and whispers as I approached.The young lovers were in a tight embrace as I dropped to...
The sun was warm on her back, the scent of the poppies heady and strong. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to commit the smell to her memory.The cock inside her was big and hard. The hands holding her hips strong...
Licking
"Slowly, my lips slid along its length, savouring every moment."
I gazed at it with desire, I couldn't wait. My tongue touched the tip and scooped up the spot of moisture which had already appeared. Slowly, my lips slid along its length, savouring every moment. I drew back and let...
Lunch Time
"No Time To Waste"
Thirty minutes but we would make the most of it.Walking through the poppy field toward her, she set the typewriter aside and pulled down the front of her dress.Pushing me to the ground, hands frantically yanking my zipper down.No time...