"Garden playtime."
My God, he's strong. That thought was always a turn on for me. Following me into the garden, he nuzzled my neck, knowing I couldn't resist. But, for a moment, I did, long enough to make him force my knees into the soft...
"A poet in a poppy field was not expecting company."
The sun above me, the poppies below, and her in-between sublimates what I know. I came here to write; she came here to read. Instead we found something that both of us need.Her lips on my body. Her lust for...
"My affairs during the Crazy Years"
I celebrated my first manuscript by fucking my first French Communist.It was France during the Crazy Years, the Années Folles. American writers surged into Paris. It was Prohibition in America; I arrived to enjoy the cafes and French culture after...
"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...