"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...
"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...
I find myself reaching for my phone even though we both know I'm not alone.It's only a matter of seconds before you're making me smile. Just the way you always do.And only a matter of minutes before I'm pressing my legs together and...
"He led me astray, honestly"
“It was such a lovely afternoon, Father, and the flowers were so pretty, and we just took off all our clothes and…”“You don’t need to say it, my child, I know what you did.”Bridget heard the familiar fap, fap, fap...
Today, I looked into your eyes and saw you give up. Everything you ever held dear was now at my mercy. You jerked your head and tried to break away but you were caught in my grasp. Helpless, as I moved...
Staring at my laptop, I wait for the green light to let me know you are online. It's been two years and we are still no closer to our meeting than we were that first night. Why am I so consumed by...
"Inspiration in scarlet"
He stares at the blank page—his typewriter silent. The sunlit field full of poppies where he sits should inspire, but the words won't come today.Then she appears. Her red hair and red dress evoke the flowers around her. She's stunning and...
"Everyone needs inspiration for greatness"
Forty years old and he'd never done anything noteworthy. Then he met this farmer's wife blooming amongst scarlet poppies in fallow farmland whilst trying to write a young people's book."Honestly, young lady, I'm a writer," he insisted. "I'll put you in my book," he pled. "You'll be famous," he...
