"I fell for it, hook, line and sinker."
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispered just before she kissed me.“I, um, I’m straight,” I stammered.“That’s what they say about spaghetti, but we know what happens when it gets wet, don’t we?”Grabbing my chin, she kissed me harder.Before I knew...
"In 1915 Gallipoli came to symbolize Australia's national identity"
She wept, seeing Gallipoli chiselled into the cenotaph marble. No rose-tinted remembrances for those poppy fields.Sixty years hadn’t wearied one precious memory; amongst azaleas beside the billabong, they’d consummated love under the ancient red gum tree. He kissed her lips,...
"The old typewriter had a simple message for them"
“What’s a typewriter doing in a poppy field?” Madeleine asked.“Look’s like my Uncle Horace’s,” Chris answered his fiancee, “Let’s go.”He was horny and impatient, eager to return to his family’s farmhouse. A soft bed was waiting to host their first...
"His plans for a romantic interlude go awry."
It was a brilliant plan. Making love in a field of flowers. Romantic, right? Classy.My cock snug in her tight, wet heat, she sits astride me now, deeply impaled as she grinds out her third huge orgasm, crying out in ecstasy...
As the poppies blink away one by one, I’m reminded that nothing lasts forever.Not the sky above or the meadow below. The words I’ve typed and read in the books spread around me, and the pictures I’ve captured with my camera…...
"Where passion comes full circle"
That field in Flanders, where poppies still grow. Where our picnic blanket became something more. Lockdown was slowly lifting. Our minds drawn closer over the time we met online, and lush life was replaced with real life. We surrendered to...
"She waits to keep her promise"
A quick look at the clock, it’s almost time, He’ll be here soon. Surveying the room, her handy work, she smiles. Candles lit, soft jazz wafting into the room, the toys in place. She is ready.Tonight is her gift to...
"Sex with the devil strips the witch of her very soul."
Pleasure and pain twisted transcendently, contorting with the curves of my breasts as he thrust. My head turned in an expression of ecstasy, screaming across the field. I clawed, drawing him deep to climax, dripping with desire as the devil...
"An afternoon delight ..."
The wind softly blowing onto the fields in tempo with the birds serenading from afar. A good time for an afternoon walk. A woman's faint moan like relishing a pleasurable dessert in contrast with the man's groan like he is in pain...
"Lips of my vagina throbbing, clitoris swelling, like the flower in his hand waiting to bloom."
Goosebumps. Shivers.All things I felt as Adam stroked a poppy petal against my clitoris. Brushed it up and down, coursing electricity through my veins.Lips of my vagina throbbing, clitoris swelling, like the flower in his hand waiting to bloom. Raindrops...
