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An extract from Mills & Boon's latest novel.... With writing like this,
> there really is no need for pictures....
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> "We met in a secluded field, the sun almost kissing the horizon. The warm breeze was full of that earthy, musky scent, that only those fortunate to live outside the urban rat race know, and the quiet whispering of leaves in the weeping willow overhead added the final touch to the most romantic scene.
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> We lay there, both naked. I knew that I had to have her, and have her now.
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> Without a word being spoken, I moved into a position of dominance. I could feel instantly that this was what she was waiting for, .
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> Then, as the tension rose, we threw caution to the wind, and abandoned ourselves to the moment.
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> Although inexperienced, she approached every
> change of position with enthusiasm, moaning with despair
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> As the sexual tension heightened towards the inevitable, mind-blowing climax, it was all I could do to hold out any longer. Finally, the moment that we had been building towards was upon us, and passed all too quickly.
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> Breathlessly 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 reassurance of how good she had been.
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> She tenderly and sensuously licked my inner ear, then whispered
> ""Baaaaaaaa"" and rejoined the flock."
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> This novel is only for sale in New Zealand , Wales , and certain parts of Derbyshire.
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they said it couldnt be done so i left it and went camping
a bad days camping is better than a good day at work
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Topic: Poetry
