All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “Would you like that?” he asked, curious as he gazed to her across in room.                Anna read in light of candled hearth, its many sources coalesced into glow as single flame amber in the hue that glowed and bronzed Anna’s tan of skin and left golden her paler parts left -bared in warmth […]

               She felt her body’s slide, legs lifted and close together in wrap of his hands to fronts of thighs, bend of her knees, close of her low in together-press as she felt him then in split of her padded lips, smooth and full of his morning length; direction-change, body’s slide again over smooth of […]

               “I feel that I am failing,” he spoke in a plain admission, one given up of fronts and airs but simply speaking as one discerns.  “I feel I’m failing as a farmer, and I know I should care, but I’m not sure if I do.  I examine how I’ve grown and developed in the […]