This is an excerpt from a Mulls & Boot story, set in the South Island of New Zealand.


WARNING, this is steamy stuff.  You either need to read this curled-up on a sofa with an

exotic drink or with a cold shower close-by..........


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 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 myself to

a position of dominance. 


I could feel instantly that this was what she had been 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 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 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 both waiting for was upon us, and 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 how good she had been.


She tenderly and sensuously licked my ear and whispered................


"Baaa", then re-joined the flock.