...laughing, she flung herself down upon the mossy grass, her sylvan eyes bright, her moist ruby lips beckoning with unmistakable invitation; her breasts rose and fell under the thin cotton of her summer dress in ripe expectation. Bees murmured in the glow of the late afternoon sun and a butterfly fluttered by, meandering a random path from flower to flower.
'Take me,' she whispered urgently. 'Take me now.'
'Where the bloody hell do you want to go this time' he asked, looking around him with a faintly bewildered air, 'I thought you liked it here.'
2 comments:
A typical Aussie bloke, for sure. :-)
The sad fact is: Most blokes would rather be down the pub, bragging about what they're not doing at home. Whatever that might be?
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