As the sun gets lower The nights grow longer than ever The warmth and joy of Summer Feels like it’s gone and returning never Winter moves in with fingers of ice Bringing with it cold and fear Tearing away the last vestige of light Spending its time remo...
“Here,“ mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets – probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apar...
It was the summer after I graduated high school. Laura and I had gotten together on the Fourth of July, and had been inseparable for several weeks since then. It was absolutely incredible. We spent almost all our time together. Sexually, I still hadn't...
Nightingales of a summer’s evening descend upon twilight moments, With whispers of sombre starlight found In every cup of even dropped off their heels; Collecting in my dreams, its dew is a prayer, Like rain-kissed berries awaiting eager hands, Blessed by...
“If you want to hang out sometime this summer, give me a call." I had graduated high school two weeks ago. At the end of the very last graduation party, I was walking back to my car. Laura had come running up after me, handing me a slip of paper with her...
Picking up where we left off... The state had opened up despite the outbreak of the virus and while things were not back to normal, if they ever would be, they were close to it. A woman had driven Nyla to the very apartment that Leah was rumored to live...
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 of heavy petting, we finally gave in. Our p...
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 pubic hair g...
“That was the last one,” Ash said, wiping the sweat from her forehead after putting down a cardboard box full of books and then sitting down on it. Matt looked at her, barely suppressing a gasp from the view of her skimpy tank top which had basically melt...
Freedom of the PressWhen I was twenty years old I decided to use a newspaper to improve my romantic life. To be more precise, I wanted to create a romantic life where none had existed before. I had gone to the City College of New York expecting to meet gi...
It was deep in summer now and the katydids sang every night, it seemed. The air was thick and humid on the night. The coolness only came to the earth in the late hours of early morn. Often, a faint, gentle fog would settle along the ground of the drive...
The living room light was on when Alyssa got home. Alice was still up, paintbrush in one hand, wine glass in the other. She didn’t notice her daughter appear. The canvas she’d been working on was a swirl of white colours, far too delicate to be so arres...
Mr. Tracey blots away the beads of sweat that accumulate on his brow with a polka dot hanky. He folds it into a neat square and slides it back into the breast pocket of his faded denim blazer. He looks particularly disheveled as he sips from a white ceram...
That summer Love was brand new He showed her things She only read about in booksHe opened her eyes To so many new things She taught him How to love again He guided her She trusted him He is her only desire She is his is precious treasure Their love was u...
