“It’s always the quiet ones.”“Those four weren’t very quiet.”“Hence, the boner still visible in your pants, Jacob.”“Honey, this erection isn’t from the impromptu orgy we witnessed in these woods earlier this afternoon.”“Is it from the pizza Claire ordered as a peace offering for interrupting our picnic with their exhibitionist escapade?”“Your cheeks in those yellow shorts are making my dick hard.”“Jacob!” “Why are you whi...

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 and complete. His fingers pinched her nipples red; pinning her body down with his onto the poppy grass. Her hands grabbed the wet grass, and her face turned...

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 grazed her hairless vulva sending tingles to her toes, and her face blushed poppy-petal red knowing her spread cheeks were lewdly displayed for any passerby to see.Her rol...

    She was beauty personified. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass.” “You aren’t. Your name is?” “Orion, yours?” “Not the word, the meaning.” “Oh, it means great hunter.” “I’m Morning Star-Gendenwitha. Love me great hunter, our time is short.” It was perfect, she rode me like we’d known each other for a hundred lifetimes. She was soft, wet, and tight. Her pussy fitted my cock like a glove. We rocked each other; her eye...

She needed more, much more as she straddled her lover as they lay in the poppy field. Kissing him, she undid his jeans, exposing his cock. He pulled her red dress up as she pulled his jeans down. She rubbed her wet pussy along his shaft as he lowered her top exposing her firm breasts. Her thumb circled the head as she ground her pussy along the rest of his now rigid length. She lifted and impaled herself on his rampant co...

“What’s a typewriter doing in a poppy field?” Madeleine asked. “Look’s like my Uncle Horace’s,” Chris answered his fiancee, “Let’s go.” He was horny and impatient, eager to return to his family’s farmhouse. A soft bed was waiting to host their first sexual encounter. “There’s paper in it,” Madeleine remarked. She pulled it out and read it. Frowning, Madeleine passed it to Chris. It read, “Seize today. You never know what...

She surprised him when she quickly pushed him down onto the bed of poppies. And less than a minute later, he was frantically pumping up into her. Her nails scratched him as she clutched his chest and savored every thrust. She’d teased him for hours and now they were both on the edge, desperate for each other, desperate to cum. She cried out and her pussy convulsed around him. He pulled her mouth to his and just as their t...

Two collaborating writers headed out to the field to find some inspiration. Just friends and colleagues, nothing more. He found a spot amongst the poppies and suggested they set up shop there. For fun, he plucked a flower and tucked it behind her ear, making her laugh. Was it the glorious sunlight? Or maybe the intoxicating field in bloom? Suddenly, they saw each other in a different light. When had she become so beautifu...