"Once for Us - Once More for Them"
He was gaunt and walked with a limp. She was beautiful, fresh, buxom. They walked slowly, looking for just the right spot -In Flanders Fields. They walked where the poppies blow.They walked between the crosses, row on row. They sat among the poppies,...
"Working outside was a great way to remember what’s important"
Lounging in the poppy fields while writing my article was a very interesting idea.“Thank you for moving our office space outside today."Micheal responds lovingly, "No problem, my darling.”“I need to get this just right, I need to make sure no one forgets.”With...
"Temptation while away from home"
Work takes me to a city far from home.At night alone temptation hits me.Into an adult cinema I sheepishly go.Inside a huge screen shows hetero hardcore movies.In the front row, there is a single viewer lying on a couch.I watch...
A breeze in the dark field, the earthy sweetness of poppies the same after all these years. One glint of moonlight made her eyes oceans or vast ancient forests. When inside her, dark starfires, violent rainbows. No experience, just feral young need....
“Do you think we have two lives?” Asked the outspoken, calculating, confident barrister. Her eyes looked at the painting on the bedroom wall. A field of poppies. A sensuous yet tranquil feeling permeated her body.Her breathing calm, her bottom raised,...
It took her forever to find him, the backpacker’s day off with the poppies. His American accent grated her father, as too his artistic soul and retro flare. Strutting into his picnic, she let him woo her with all that wasn’t...
As the guns fell silent, she slid her knickers down and sat astride me, grinding back and forth. Lost in the euphoria of a world no longer struggling to survive. In the exhileration of new opportunities, of making every minute...
"Lily blossoms in a field of poppies..."
"Lily, he's beneath you. A worthless writer!"I was wilting. My growth stifled by narrow minds. Now, I seek enlightenment in this field of poppies.His camera captures my restlessness; his readings redirect my misguided soul; his writings awaken my repressed longings. Bravely, I bare my bosom....
"She knew precisely how to free his mind."
“Sometimes I think you love that typewriter more than me,” she mused, bent over, caressing his shoulders.“I have a deadline, baby. Fuckin’ editor wants a piece about these poppies and I got nothing.”She swung around to straddle where he was...
Brandon Tyler had a question to ask his girlfriend, Amanda. He found a perfect location that was in a remote area. Amanda adored flowers.Amanda was an artist and would appreciate the destination he picked. It would remind her of a...
