Friends we professed. Cultivated without sound as each was devoted to another. Turfed emotions. We strolled to the field blanketed with blooms of recollection. Secluded. Buddies hobbying together. Hours spent harvesting. Reaping. Narrating our collaborated tale. Keying hammers into ribbon, impressing letters onto pages. Back and forth the machine was passed. Sudden breeze sailed through us. Brushing away loose tresses fr...
Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew. Our color! But Mother Gaia, what flower drops its petals to kiss your sun? What flower won’t dance with your breezes? What flower shelters from your sweet rain? What flower shuns your kinky bees? We poppies grok our M...
They weren’t supposed to be together. He was a married man, and she was a friend’s daughter, home from college. Yet there they were, making love in a poppy field in the middle of nowhere. Sunshine beat down on her back as she rocked back and forth, sliding him in and out of herself. It wasn’t just sex they were having, it was an escape, for him from a cold, uncaring wife, and for her, her possessive, degrading boyfriend....
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 cock fulfills dreams before daytime stops. Her skin, tan above me, makes me hard as a rock. Her soft breasts that hang from her tender body. They tremble. I watch them. When I touched them, she sang. My wife must...
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 and rough, the fingers calloused. She let out a low moan as he thrust deep.He arched his hips and drove himself deeper, closing his eyes against the sun. She saw a fat bumblebee buzzing hurriedly, trying to...
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 as she came up to him. Without a word, she gently pushed him on his back and her top faded when she straddled him. His strong hands clenched her skirt as she mounted him. Her passion rose as she realized just...
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, we can’t even see our neighbors. They’re there, but if it wasn’t for the mailboxes and driveways on our way in we wouldn’t even know. Jack has on long tough tan Carhartts, a long-sleeved white shirt, and thick working...
The first time Luther ever laid eyes on Sadie, the only way to describe his reaction to her is to say that he had an incredible, almost scary, feeling of awe. He also knew he could fall in love with her. It was a warm, muggy day in early May, and he was hiking at a community park near the campus of the university he attended in Florida. It was a large park, some of it open, some of it wooded, with picnic tables, tennis c...
“It’s not fair,” Nova mumbles into the lip of the whiskey bottle as her tongue seduces out the last drop, wanting more of that burn. Her eyes are hazy from a blend of the liquor and grass she's been consuming from sunrise to sunset for the last four days. Her chest is tightening, making it hard to breathe like she's drowning in a sea of barbed wire. That's the only way she knows how to explain it. Every breath constricti...
Somewhere along the way, I decide that drinking is the best way to cope – best being the operative word. Sure, I go to sleep happily sedated in some whiskey-induced high that distorts the shit my life seems to be wallowing in. It brings out all the things I wish I could be. Makes them amusing and in a way, entertaining. Problem is, the shit is still there every morning, stagnating, bedside, with a middle finger in my face...
I worked at the local Hospital in the supply department, it was a high-pressure job that had at times long hours. Most weeks it ran into six days and some days well over ten hours. When I first took the position I was happy for the extra money, but after having my leave canceled a few times it got much harder.Over the last year, I began to struggle to stay on top of my job, a couple of other staff left and only one was re...
“You’re kidding.” Nate, my older brother, and usual partner in crime stared at me from his place on his couch. In contrast to my readiness- flawless high ponytail, dark hair contrasted with a white silky scrunchie, expensive hiking pack, brand new boots- he was horrifyingly not. He groaned and leaned his disheveled head- was that a pepperoni in his hair?- on the back of the couch. “Take pity on me,” he moaned out. “Its be...
"Have you ever wished you could get fucked so hard to the point it feels like you are going to get ripped apart and maybe even die?" I asked before taking another sip of my luke-warm coffee. It was a typical conversation between me and my best friend, Rowan, as we sat in our usual coffee shop. We probably reeked of weed because prior to coming in here we had been sitting in my car for over an hour hotboxing the shit out o...
“Hey, Natasha,” the editor of Sydney’s trashier daily paper called across the newsroom, a smirk on his overweight face, “Are you eco-curious?” For me, an out and proud young journalist, this kind of banter was a tedious occupational hazard. But one I played along with so I would be accepted into the journalist team. “Past the curious stage boss,” I said, faking a one of the boys’ smile. “Bio-sexual, eco-femme or eco-butch...
You’re a sight for sore eyes I believe she said, It had been a while (she was reading my head), Indeed it has I replied, face red My heart pounding fiercely, (I pictured her bed). I missed you completely she cooed so demure, She scanned me so sweetly, no innocent lure, It’s me that you pined for? I uttered unsure, My mind seeing intercourse, a fanciful cure. In the woods might we dally, just you and just me? Her Sha...
