Here is an extract from a Mills and Boon novel which may have some relevance to this thread. On the other hand it may not
Who said romance was dead!
We met in a secluded field, the sun nearly kissing the evening horizon.
The warm breeze was full of that earthy, musky scent that only
those fortunate enough to live outside the urban rat race know,
and a quiet whispering of leaves in the weeping willow overhead
added the final touch to the most romantic scene.
We lay there, both naked. I knew I had to have her, and have her
now. Without a word being spoken, I moved to a position of
dominance. I could feel instantly that this was what she was
waiting for as she frantically thrust her pelvis at my approaching
organ.
I moved slowly at first, inch by inch, until I was fully inside her.
Then as the tension rose, we threw caution to the wind and abandoned
ourselves to the moment. Although inexperienced, she approached
every change of position with enthusiasm, moaning with despair
every time I withdrew to prevent myself ending it all too soon.
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 we had been building up to was upon us, and
passed all too quickly. 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 reassuringly how good
she had been. She tenderly and sensuously licked my inner ear then
whispered, 'Baaa' and rejoined the flock.
This book is only for sale, now, in New Zealand, Wales, and
certain parts of Derbyshire.