ALTERNATE EROTICA
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ALTERNATE EROTICA | Love in the presence of ants
##### WARNING ##### COPYRIGHT 1998. As the author of the following story, I claim all rights in accordance with international copyright laws. These rights are claimed legally by me under the pseudonyms of Mark. All rights are reserved, including the reproduction of it in any form on the net or elsewhere (except ASSTR) without the written permission of the copyright owner, who may be contacted by e-mailing nexuswilson@hotmail.com This story was the first one I ever wrote and is absolutely true. Well, that's my story anyway, and I'm sticking to it! Love in the presence of ants (FM cons exib rom) Yesterday we walked several miles along a raised canal bank in Lincolnshire, England, in the sunshine. There was a warm dry wind and you could see for many miles across the low flat landscape. The nearest building or person was about 3/4 mile away. The countryside is completely open with no covered approach and there were no aircraft about. The view along the canal, only used by very slow pleasure craft, and the canal path is unobstructed for at least a mile in either direction. We laid down on the bank above the tow path where no-one could see us from any building, even if they had a superb telescope and the inclination to look in our direction. It was very unlikely that anyone could have approached us without being seen. I rucked her skirt up and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. After some brief foreplay we made tender, passionate love until a boat rounded the corner of the canal in the distance. Then we fucked like crazy until I came. As I pulled out of her I suddenly noticed my right knee had been in a nest of very angry red ants, which were biting ferociously. We cleaned up and I pulled my shorts back on and straightened her skirt well before the boat was close enough for the occupants to notice us. We moved a little way along the bank away from the ants and waved as they went by. Once they were out of sight again I pushed her skirt back up and, after making sure there were no ants in the vinicity, brought her off slowly with my fingers and tongue. I teased her for a while as we walked back, refusing to return her knickers, and we laughed as we walked. We were happy to have had such a wonderful moment of intimacy with only the sun, some cows and lots of insects to know of it. We spent the rest of the day mooning around like a couple of silly teenagers in love. Still, it is always possible that someone might have been hiding along there for some obscure reason and seen it all! The End. To comment on this story e-mail nexuswilson@hotmail.com |