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The Hay Barnthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:slut wife, 2629 words)

Author: Northern Flicker Picture in profile
Added: Sep 26 2010Views / Reads: 6952 / 4998 [72%]Story vote: 9.50 (8 votes)
The hay barn. That’s where she wanted it; an excessive self-indulgence of sexual desire and she can’t get enough for herself. Or is it just for herself?
 


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There's a woman who lives down the road who's the sort of woman that just sort of blends in, if you know what I mean. She doesn't stand out in any particular way. We've spoken a few times but she has never appeared to be out-going, certainly as far as I could ever tell anyways. While it's easy to see that her figure is good she doesn't do anything to show it off. There's just no spark to the way she dresses. Usually just a plain dress. Her hair is always neat but the style just somehow doesn't suit her. Her face is pretty enough but has a hard edge to it and she never wears any make-up to help it along just that little bit extra. She's just one of those people that are .... how to describe it .... just there.

I happened to bump into her downtown the other day and for some reason we stopped to chat. Downtown makes it sound like this is somehow a pretty cosmopolitan place. It's far from it. A small farming and logging community of only a couple of thousand people. When I said earlier that she lives down the road, it's in a pretty rural area, a mix of farms and small acreages, and it's something like two kilometres with only a couple of houses in between. Anyways, as I said I'd seldom ever spoken to her before but out of politeness I asked if she would like to join me for a coffee and she agreed.

We went to one of only two small restaurants in town and sat near the front window with a view of the main street. We chose that table I suppose so just in case we ran out of things to talk about we could at ...

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