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....
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“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...
Unfolding Petals
"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....
Fucked in the Fields
"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...
The Blood of Flanders Lost
"Love triumphs over the losses of War"
Sitting in Flanders fields, Maria begins reading from Im Westen nichts Neues. Hearing her voice sets my heart aflutter. One-hundred years ago, both of us had lost relatives here, dying on opposite sides of a fruitless war.She catches my stare...
Trial and Tribute
"Winner takes all"
Troy crested the ridge, orange light from the twin suns illuminating weary features. He’d made it. Survived.The meadow stretched below him, prize as yet unseen on the central knoll.Negotiating boulder-strewn terrain he plunged into grass, shedding clothes as he advanced....
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...