Dutifully, Shelly set her clock ahead a full hour forward. She wasn’t about to lose any sleep over it either, though everyone facing DST faced the yearly loss of a whole hour. “And that is the issue, isn’t it?” She mused. No one loses anything at the moment the clocks are changed. The next day is a different story. But, why wait? Let’s tell 'a different story' of the hour that Shelly never dreamed she would have. Within t...

A curiousity came into the town. Clad in the contrasting, comic colors of the vocation, the clownish creation approached the square unaware of current events and startling the socially-distanced crowd of adults. "Come no closer, stranger," cautioned one of the younger women, Ameria by name, "for your own protection as well as our own." Truth be told, all the town's population held their own protection much more preciously...

          I could smell the poppies before seeing them. Sans doute, one species of the family gives the whole group an addictive aura. So, my anima was alive with memory of selfless service and venerable verses when beholding brilliant blossoms.           I was coming among them, yet, others were cumming amid them. The lesbians' accessories suggested typing, not trysting, but a warmth and wonder of their union aroused me...