Romance

[Gob]

Extract from Mills & Boon's latest novel.... With writing like this, there really is no need for pictures....

"We met in a secluded field, the sun almost kissing the horizon. The warm breeze was full of that earthy, musky scent, that only those fortunate to live outside the urban rat race know, and the 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 that I had to have her, and have her now.

Without a word being spoken, I moved into 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 from 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 that we had been building towards 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 reassurance of how good she had been.

She tenderly and sensuously licked my inner ear, then whispered ""Baaaaaaaa"" and rejoined the flock."

This novel is only for sale in New Zealand , Wales , and certain parts of Yorkshire.

[Rick]

Since we're posting about farm life:

This city slicker went up to the farm house and asked the farmer if he might barrow a bucket to get some honey from a honey suckle that he had seen on a fence row next to the road.

The farmer chuckled and said sure.

The city slicker filled the bucket, and returned to the farm house. He said thanks and told the farmer he'd be back next day to return his bucket.

The farmer just shook his head.

Next day he was back however he asked the farmer if he could get some milk from the milk weed he had seen the day before.

The city slicker came back to the house bucket full, and said he would return the bucket the following day.

The farmer again shook his head in amazement.

The next day the city slicker said while he was getting milk he noticed some pussy willow---

The farmer said let me get my hat...