I came back in and found you looking all around in dismay from your seat at the table. You laughed at me and said, “You’re so crazy, girl! That’s why I love you!”
I replied, “I love you too, baby!”
Just then, the doors to the barn opened up, and the violinist entered, wearing a black tuxedo. He started playing for us, and it only made you laugh harder.
You were really shocked when the waiter entered next, also wearing a black tuxedo, pushing a rolling cart covered with a white tablecloth, the kind they use for room service in upper-crust hotels. The catered dinner I ordered earlier that day was on it.
The waiter poured the wine and then proceeded to serve us the lobster in butter sauce, wild rice, steamed vegetables, and buttered rolls while the violinist played soft music throughout the entire meal. It was an extremely romantic evening, just like I had hoped. The animals were still chilling out in their stalls the entire time.
After dinner, I had the waiter and violinist clear out so we could be alone together in the barn. I stood up, took your hand, and led you to the bed. I started kissing you as I pushed you back on the bed and climbed on top of you.
I began to tell you all the things I love about you. I told you how much I love your humor, your compassion, your honesty, your sense of adventure, your romantic nature, the way you make love to me, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you kiss, the way you taste.
Then I handed you the bouquet of wildflowers that were held together by my final surprise. I blurted out the question really fast before I lost my nerve. “Will you marry me?”
I don’t know what stunned you more, the question or the gold man’s engagement ring on the stems of the flowers. You made me the happiest woman in the world by saying, “Yes!” It was the most beautiful word in the English language at that very moment.
I took the ring off the flowers and placed it on your ring finger. Then I asked you to make love to me with the passion and fire that you always do. We began kissing again. I was still on top of you, but we were sitting up, with my legs hooked around your back.
I undid your tie and practically tore it off because I couldn’t wait another minute. We both began ripping at each other’s clothes until we were completely nude. You stuck your dick inside me with such ease and grace, I never even saw it coming.
Then you stood up and carried me, dick still inside, over to one of the horse stalls and started fucking me up against it. The sound of my ass banging up against the wooden gate to the stall startled the horse inside, and it started bucking its head and making noises. Before we knew it, the other horses started making noises too, and so did the cows.
Suddenly, I felt the horse rub his head up against the nape of my neck, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It tickled and took me by surprise. I reached over my head and started petting the horse, in an effort to make it calm down before it decided to kick its way right out the stall.
You had a better idea, though. You opened the stall and carried me inside. You took your dick out and let me down on the ground just long enough for you to climb on the horse bareback. Then you took both my hands and lifted me up on the horse, facing me away from you toward the horse’s head.
After you lifted me up on your thighs, I reached down and placed your dick back in my pussy and started riding it. The horse really went wild then. Who knows, maybe it was horny. It started pacing around the stall, slowly at first. When we both started moaning and fucking harder, the horse seemed to completely lose it. He took off out of the stall into the main part of the barn.
All we could do is laugh and try to hang on for dear life. I grabbed a hold of the horse’s mane and started trying to tell it to chill, having absolutely no clue what to say to a horse, since I had never been on one in my entire life.
I tried to get off, but you grabbed me around the waist and told me not to. I was scared it was going to throw us, and we would both be in traction by the morning. Your crazy ass kicked your heels into the sides of the horse and made it go faster. Before I knew it, we were outside the barn, butt-naked, fucking on a horse in the moonlight. The shit was mad funny.
The horse ended up in the middle of the field of wildflowers, the same field I picked flowers from earlier that day. You made another gesture, making the horse come to a stop, and then we both got down on the ground.
We started going for it then, right in the middle of the field, paying no attention to the insects all over the place. We got in the sixty-nine position and started partaking of each other for dessert. Both of us were cumming all over the place within a few minutes. It was great.
You made love to me in the field with a greater passion than ever before. Then we went back to the barn on the horse’s back and finally made good use of the bed. We made love all night long until the rooster woke up half the countryside the next morning.
We got dressed and got back in the car. I drove up to the main house so you could meet our benefactors. Ma and Pa, as I call them, were happy to hear that my proposal went over well and had a huge breakfast waiting for us. Of course, we were both itching like all hell because of the mosquito bites we got out in the field of flowers. They had really torn our asses up. Ma gave us some ointment and sent us on our way.
We’ve been married for two years now and drive up to see Ma and Pa regularly. Of course, they were seated on the first pew at the wedding. Every now and then, we even make love in their barn, reliving the night two hearts decided to become one.
Harlem Blues
The club was standing room only that night, and the smoke was thick as I took the stage. Singing the blues classics, by sisters like Ms. Holliday, came extremely easy to me. I had been severely depressed since I walked in on Kendall getting a blow job from the slut who lived across the hall from us. Imagine walking into my own fucking place of residence and seeing the bitch with my man’s cum all over her mouth and his dick swinging like a willow tree in front of her face.
I got medieval on both their asses, packed all the shit I could possibly carry, and caught a cab to my sister’s place near 135th and Fifth Avenue in Harlem. As I began to sing “Good Morning Heartache,” I thought about how drastically my life had changed over the last month. How I had given myself completely to a man who treated my love like a disease instead of a blessed gift. How he turned out to have so little respect for me that he would let a woman suck his dick in the place we had decorated and made a home out of together. How he could do his dirt with a woman I saw on a regular basis, that I borrowed flour and sugar from on occasion, that I trusted. How the one I gave my heart to could hurt me so bad. How I had been such a fucking fool.
Then something strange happened while the people in the audience were applauding and whistling at our first set. Glancing over at you sitting on the piano bench and watching all the passion from your soul escape through your fingertips, I began to fantasize about how it would be if we made love, what your passionate fingers would feel like all over my body. Would you play my body with the same intensity as you played the piano, would you make me forget all the shit Kendall had done, would you show me what making real love was all about?
When we finished our final set a little after two, you approached me with the intention of simply shooting the breeze, but I was so horny for you, I couldn’t take it and dashed outside to catch a cab without even taking the time out to change my clothes. I know you were wondering what made me leave in such a rush. I had never fantasized about a man the way I did abou
t you onstage that night. I wanted to rub my fingers over my nipples and finger myself, but sure as hell couldn’t in front of a crowd of people.
However, doing it in the cab was a totally different matter. The driver, a foreigner who could barely understand my destination when I told him, almost wrecked the car when he realized I was masturbating in the backseat. I know it seems raunchy, but I had to do it. I had to cum right then and there, so I made it happen.
I lowered one of the straps on my sequined evening gown, licked one of my fingers, and then rubbed it over my hardened nipple. I took my breast in my hand, pushed it up as much as I could, and flickered my tongue over the nipple. I could see the cabdriver looking through his rearview mirror at my little show. Eventually, when we were at a stoplight, he even adjusted it so he could get a better view. We never said another word to each other, not even when we arrived at my sister’s place. I tried to pay him the amount shown on the meter, but he smiled at me and gave me a hand motion, letting me know he didn’t want me to pay. Of course, this was after I had fingered myself in front of him and cum all over the backseat of his cab, moaning and flinging my head all over the place because the orgasm was so profound. I guess he figured he should probably be the one paying me.