"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,...
love
Summer Lust
"Their sweat-streaked bodies collapsed, slowly cooling in the hazy floral breeze."
Soft moans accompanied the slow trembling plunge onto his hard cock. Her labia stretched tight around his girth as his swollen head raked along her insides until she bottomed out.Strong hands grasped her bottom kneading her crotch to his. His...
Ethereal
"First love is never forgotten."
It was my escape. I'd go there to think, to write, to dream. He worked for the farmer next door. One day he wandered over and it became a habit. We'd sit and talk for hours. Romance bloomed and after weeks...
Lay her among the poppies
"pop(py)ing a virgin again"
Staring at his thick erection, she raised her skirt and laid among the poppy flowers; grass tickling her pantiless bottom. Lifting her hips, he placed her feet on his shoulders.Eyes closed, she moaned aloud; he grunted. Vagina gripping his phallus, penetration deep...
Final Farewell
"Your gift of eternal love."
The morning sun rose and the evening sky cast deep shadows as we made love that day.The passion of our love was the only escape from a world gone crazy. We made love that final night and the war was over. Calm prevailed as...
Could it be?
"We'll never know"
“Those books and letters are fascinating. My grandfather must have died close to here.”“Yes, he does describe our ancestral farm, as mentioned in my grandmother’s diaries.”“There’s also that cryptic notation in the letters and in the diaries about visiting a...
In Flanders Fields they made love, embracing the trenches which lurk between adoration and bereavement, between possibilities and impossibilities, between passion and prohibition. “This is the end, my love,” he whispered through her tears, as the soft wind shared their...
Cliché
"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...
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,...
Marian’s Garden part 1: The Forest Floor
"Jack and Marian work in the garden of their new dream home, deep in the pacific northwest."
Jack and I are working in the garden today. It’s so beautiful and such a relief to finally have our own place. Our own real place with land. It’s just a couple of acres, but between the trees and underbrush,...