Give me a Lass with a lump 'o land..............


The fire is roaring, the flutes begin to play. The violin chimes in with the drums. It is spring, you can smell it in the air. The warm breeze caress's your flesh, you feel ready to burst forth yourself......
There, across the fire you spy him. Tall, long, thick dark hair. His back is broad and his arms are ment for pulling you to his thick chest.
His kilt brushes the top 'o his knees and you think of licking his thighs that lay beneath that kilt. His muscular thighs......he smells musky......he's been hunting and he's ready. The music plays and you swing and sway to the beat, your nipples brush your shirt and they ache with wanting to be touched........by him.
The music really begins and you begin to dance. You hope to catch his eye and you do. Your hips sway, your rosy lips part and your eyes speak of hidden disires. You grin at him, no man can resist you and they all want you. but you want none other than him. His dark eyes call to you and as you dance around that fire you know that this is the night. Every one is up and dancing, it is spring and everyone is ichting to get out one way or another. You eye each other, the pressure builds. Your thighs ache..........round and round everyone dances, raising energy. You two manage to dance out of the group and into the trees......
He's hard and you are so wet, your juices are running down your thighs. You kiss, long, hard and fast. you can feel his hard erection pressing upagainst you and you wimper with desire. You can feel the bark from the tree you are pressed up against of. He lifts his kilts and then your skirt. His Long hard shaft drives up into you. You cry out in pleasure and ride him like he's never been ridden before. He thrusts deeper and deeper in to you as he bites your neck. His smell, the smell of the forrest and the smell of the fire over whealm you. The Fey are out and dancing, the majick is in the air.......
How's that for drunken ramblings????