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Click here"I'm hungry again," said Alan, smiling at the thought of just why he was so hungry. "I'm sure the farmer won't miss just a couple of apples." He picked two, and they bit into them as they returned hand in hand to their bicycles.
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Twenty years later, a blue electric hydrogen-fuel-cell hatchback whirred to a halt by the very same orchard. A smartly dressed man and a red-haired woman got out, followed by a little boy and girl of about ten and eight years respectively.
The couple shared a strange smile hinting secret knowledge, and past times remembered.
"Daddy? Why've we stopped here?" the little girl, Sarah, enquired.
"When daddy and I were students, we went on a cycle tour here. We just wanted to see if the place had changed," her mother replied.
Alan reached for two apples hanging from a bough projecting over the stone wall. He bit into one, handed the other to his wife, then hand in they walked back to their car.
i loved your story. it Almost makes me want to take up cycling. :)
Both of you will get the most horrible chafing sores, cycling that far in underpants! Commando is so much more comfortable. Very sweet story, though; congratulations.
So what's the Scot's name for 'sweet'? Because maybe the handsome beastie is also a sweet beastie, for he sure spins a romantic story. :) Good luck with the contest, Beastie.
Really enjoyed this, EB. Thanks so much for sharing your writing talents with us. *hugs*
Your characters live! And you took us to France where we all enjoyed it!
Tender and titillating by turns, I thoroughly enjoyed this one, Beastie.
You have a wonderful descriptive way of writing, from the details of their surroundings to the internal voice of the narrator sharing his thoughts and desires. And I loved how you described her orgasm:<br><br>
<i>And with that she was carried away on a wave of sensation, flooding out from her crotch and searing up through her belly and down her limbs, making her muscles tense and her body shake. She opened her mouth wide and gasped over and over, her eyes looking up at the sky but seeing nothing.
<br>Then like ripples dying in a pool, the waves of pleasure eased and faded, and she came back to the here and now.</i><br><br>
Thoroughly descriptive and spot on!
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I think this was my favorite line:<br>
<i>she was a nubile willing woman, to be fucked with every ounce of strength in him, nailed against the ground and hammered until she begged for mercy or he sprayed his seed into her</i><br><br>
rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwr!
I like your style, Beastie. One tiny niggle: palette is what a painter uses, palate is for tasting.