They spread out amidst the flowers (Papaver rhoeas, he said). Waves of shimmering heat turned the blooms into a lush impasto, thick incarnadine whorls. High growths and grasses concealed them. Possessions sat by mute and offended, waiting for the attention they would...
competition
"What's with the typewriter?""You were complaining about writer's block; I thought it might inspire you.""It doesn't, but I don't care. As long as I am riding your cock and watching your face, you can bring whatever you want."Flowers, typewriters, the sun,...
The Sorrow of War
"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,...
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...
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...
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....
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....
Stolen Kisses
"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...
Toys For Us
"A budding writer seeks views from friends about the toy experience."
It's time to enter his first writing competition. The Airbook was open and the fingers poised. The trouble was that the story was about toys, and as a bloke he didn’t really have any experience with toys. Yes, he had watched...