They spread out amidst the flowers (Papaver rhoeas, he said). Waves of shimmering heat turned the blooms into a lush impasto, thick incarnadine whorls. High growths and grasses concealed them. Possessions sat by mute and offended, waiting for the attention they would never fully receive. Her insides boiling now, the sunlight roasting her brown, heaving back, the Bordeaux—no, they hadn’t opened it yet... she thought she fe...

"What's with the typewriter?""You were complaining about writer's block; I thought it might inspire you.""It doesn't, but I don't care. As long as I am riding your cock and watching your face, you can bring whatever you want."Flowers, typewriters, the sun, none of that mattered. What did was feeling her lover thrust his cock deeper while lavishing attention on her wide awake nipples. She missed moments like these.Beep-bee...

The footage was brief. On second viewing, he disregarded the wild poppies dancing with the tall grasses and concentrated on her: dress bunched at her waist and energetically bouncing on a sturdy cock. He leaned back into the chair’s padded leather. “No sound. Your man was rather distant?” “Yes, Sir Charles, with a powerful zoom lens.” “He did well,” he mused, studying the documents in his lap before placing them on the oa...

She wept, seeing Gallipoli chiselled into the cenotaph marble. No rose-tinted remembrances for those poppy fields. Sixty years hadn’t wearied one precious memory; amongst azaleas beside the billabong, they’d consummated love under the ancient red gum tree. He kissed her lips, licked her nipples and, amazingly, her cunny too. She moaned in ecstasy as his manhood impaled wet folds. Orgasms, wonderful orgasms, rocked her. Hi...

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...

A breeze in the dark field, the earthy sweetness of poppies the same after all these years.  One glint of moonlight made her eyes oceans or vast ancient forests. When inside her, dark starfires, violent rainbows.  No experience, just feral young need. Her hair a fragrant curtain as she rode, squeezed, possessively absorbed my release.  Her accent saying my name, lips trembling murmurs of a country, a dream so far away. I'...

The wind softly blowing onto the fields in tempo with the birds serenading from afar.   A good time for an afternoon walk.   A woman's faint moan like relishing a pleasurable dessert in contrast with the man's groan like he is in pain lightly blends with the hissing sound of the grass.   The sounds are getting louder by the minute. Groaning, panting faster and faster until a loud howling of ecstasy drives the birds to fly...

A little background about me, might at this stage me useful. I am Mark a newly divorced Londoner who is rediscovering life and starting out afresh. After years of deeply unsatisfying, resentful sex, my wife and I went our separate ways, she enjoyed the company of her phone,  I was wanking for England. As our sex life had deteriorated to the point of being non-existent I had rediscovered the joys of masturbation. Sometimes...

On my sixteenth birthday, my parents gave me my best ever present, they allowed me out of dating jail. Not an unconditional release, they had what they called behavioural expectations. I’m pretty sure those guidelines didn’t envisage me finding myself, after dark on the day school broke up, in the local park’s quietest corner. And no doubt I wasn’t expected to copy Alice and wear the sort of boob tube and shorts that mum...