“We fucked in one of those sunbeams. The moss was soft, springy. Oozing wet. She took off her dress, unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down.”
A vignette about fucking in the forest.
Literate Kink
“We fucked in one of those sunbeams. The moss was soft, springy. Oozing wet. She took off her dress, unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down.”
A vignette about fucking in the forest.
“She fumbled with my belt. I undid it as she pulled down her shorts. Urgent now. She bent forwards and I found that part of her with the tip of my cock.”
A vignette about fucking in a very public place.
“We only fucked once during a burn. It was at the end of March, winter only just having given way to spring. The cold was almost numbing in its intensity.”
A short story about fucking, and fire.
“When it starts to rain – one, two, three light droplets on the backs of our necks – we lie down flat, limbs splayed, facing the sky.”
Two vignettes about getting wet and swallowing liquids.