by Daniellekitten
I don't think that word means what you think it means.
Otherwise, a beautifully-written piece.
Your story telling is amazing. You amaze me with your emagination and how you write thanks again
You can almost see the way the corner of her mouth curves up and her eyes twinkle, already thinking about tomorrow.
as am I.
Not a farmer, so the dusk, or nighttime color comment must have eluded me.
But you as an artist drew a beautiful portrait of the two people who sailed into pleasure.
I am not sure what demons you are currently fighting, but I do wish you well.
Thanks Don
I like the way you write and the way you think!
Daniellekitten,
You obviously enjoy the finer points of a man and the finer points of a woman each at their peak as they enjoy themselves and each other.
Thanks.
Great descriptions....Dickens couldn't have done it better. Love well-written older women stories, and this was superbly written.
A giving, loving woman is the best teacher of all things, but above all at teaching a boy/young man to pleasure women!
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This is one of my (maybe the most) favorite(s) stories of this genre.
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Unfortunately my teachers were whores in the Orient. I did have a short relationship with a giving, loving woman, but was too immature to realize her value.
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-- srgeek --
I never read you before and was attracted to this story because of the title, my Mom's name. I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you.
This is a nice example of one of my favorite types of story, but I was distracted from the start by the poor imagery. Out in the country after sunset there is no light but moonlight to see by, hardly enough to see the amount of detail and color you describe. Had you said that it was late afternoon I would have given the story full marks.
DK, it is nice to see "IVY" back in print (as it were) again.
Thanks for reposting it.
J (The poor ol' retired cop)
PS another rose time