An Erotic Tail
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
blowing 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, and rejoined
the flock.
DOH!!!