WILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
John eagerly followed. By the time his head popped up past the floor of the hayloft, Ann was already seated in a pile of hay and pulling off her boots. By the time John reached her, she was pulling off her blue jeans. By the time he stood over her, she was lying back wearing only her red panties and a wide smile. He stared at the two luscious mounds of her breasts, then looked back into her welcoming blue eyes. He felt a heat throbbing within him from the need for her.
Ann ran her fingers through her blonde hair, looked up at John and said, "If I'm gonna find that needle in this haystack, you better get to losing it.
"Pronto," John replied as he tore at his clothes to release his needle.
"I've got a special place for you to hide it, Darling,"
she cooed. "Right over here." She ran her hands down her sides, over
her stomach and down inside the thin strip of material that was her
panties.
"Oh, I know you do."
Raising her hips, she slid off the flimsy material. She was already covered in a thin film of perspiration from John's hot breath on her there. Her loins ached for him. She arched her hips toward him, suggestively.
Peeling off his pants and underwear, John gladly placed himself on top of her, eager for the fit of their two bodies. Their hearts raced in anticipation.
The hay was soft, the air was warm, the smells of the stable and
the liniment and their own two bodies was intoxicating. A gentle rocking
lead to steady heaving. The boards of the loft went to creaking. The
motion sent dust and bits of straw down between the cracks in the
flooring. The particles spun and swirled through beams of light toward
the ground while John and Ann
raced toward the fulfillment only love can bring. With a crashing of
emotions, they shivered in ecstasy and clung to each other in the quiet
afterglow.
Wrenching them from their bliss, however, was a highly unexpected
and all-too-familiar voice calling, "You-hoo, anybody there?"
"Uh, yeah," John yelled down as he and Ann grabbed for their clothes, "it's us."
"John? Ann?" the female voice replied. "Are you up in the hayloft?"
They heard the ladder squeak, saw it shake from the weight of
Rainbow climbing it. Frantically they pulled on their clothes. John tugging on his pants, grasping for his shirt. Ann
furiously worked her buttons on her blouse then glanced down at her
side to see her panties in the hay pile. She snatched them up and stuck
them in her jeans' pocket just as she saw Rainbow's head appear at the
opening of loft. She cast a glance at John and was happy to see he was fully dressed, too.
"I was getting some stuff for the bonfire tonight, and I thought I
heard someone up here. It's you two, huh? Well, I'll be."
You'll be a colossal pain in the butt, John thought to himself, but said to Rainbow, "Yes, just us."
How could this have happened twice to us? Ann was thinking, but instead said to Rainbow, "We were just looking for a needle up here."
"I hope you found it," Rainbow said.
"I think we did," John replied. There was a gleam in his hazel eyes.
MILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
John eagerly followed. By the time his head popped up past the floor of the hayloft, Ann was already seated in a pile of hay and pulling off her boots. By the time John
reached her, she was pulling off her blue jeans. By the time he stood
over her, she was lying back wearing little more than a beautiful wide
smile. He stared into her welcoming blue eyes.
Ann ran her fingers through her blonde hair, looked up at John, and then with her forefinger motioned for him to come over and join her.
The hay was soft, the air was warm, the smells of the stable and
the liniment and their own two bodies was intoxicating. The boards of
the loft went to creaking. The motion sent dust and bits of straw down
between the cracks in the flooring. The particles spun and swirled
through beams of light toward the ground.
Wrenching them from their bliss, however, was a highly unexpected
and all-too-familiar voice calling, "You-hoo, anybody there?"
"Uh, yeah," John yelled down as he and Ann grabbed for their clothes, "it's us."
"John? Ann?" the female voice replied. "Are you up in the hayloft?"
They heard the ladder squeak, saw it shake from the weight of
Rainbow climbing it. Frantically they pulled on their clothes just as
they saw Rainbow's head appear at the opening of the loft. "I was
getting some stuff for the bonfire tonight, and I thought I heard
someone up here. It's you two, huh? Well, I'll be."
You'll be a colossal pain in the butt, John thought to himself, but said to Rainbow, "Yes, just us."
How could this have happened twice to us? Ann was thinking, but instead said to Rainbow, "We were just looking for a needle up here."
"I hope you found it," Rainbow said.
"I think we did," John replied. There was a gleam in his hazel eyes.