Rural love

Canaboid · 12-05-2000 1:35pm #1

> "We met in a secluded field, the sun nearly kissing the evening
> horizon. The warm breeze was full of that earthy, musky scent
> that only those fortunate enough to live outside the urban rat
> race know, and a quiet whispering of leaves in the weeping
> willow overhead added the final touch to the most romantic scene".
> We lay there, both naked. I knew I had to have her, and have
> her now. Without a word being spoken, I moved to a position of
> dominance. I could feel instantly that this was what she was waiting for
> as
> she frantically thrust her pelvis at my approaching organ. I
> moved slowly at first, inch by inch, until I was fully inside her".
>
> "Then as the tension rose, we threw caution to the wind
> and abandoned ourselves to the moment. Although inexperienced,
> she approached every change of position with enthusiasm, moaning
> with despair every time I withdrew to prevent myself ending it all too
> soon.
>
> As the sexual tension heightened towards the inevitable mind blowing
> climax, it was all I could do to hold out any longer. Finally, the moment
> we had been building up to was upon us, and passed all too
> quickly.
>
>
> Breathlessly we rolled together in the now damp grass".
> "As the last deep orange glow of the long setting sun melted into
> the darkness of approaching night, we lay there still entwined in an
> amorous
> embrace. I kissed her long and lovingly, and whispered
> reassuringly how good she had been. She tenderly and sensuously
> licked my inner ear then whispered "Baaa", then rejoined the flock".
>
>
> An excerpt from the book
>
> "Being a Culchie" available in any good country bookshop