The Picnic
The checked picnic blanket contrasts sharply against the dark green grass and cloudless blue sky, but that's how it's meant to be. Brett has laid out the picnic beneath a majestic oak tree, which lends its shade and gravitas to the scene. I look forward to the feast - there's camembert cheese, crackers, strawberries, cold ham, and mangoes for dessert.  Brett pours the wine. The chardonnay is a cool yellow and slops against the glasses. It's refreshing and intoxicating, and I savour the taste on his lips as he kisses me.

Happy Campers
Gina and Mickey had set up their camp in the afternoon. Their long trek through the reserve had led them to a beautiful clear area by a stream. They were miles from anywhere, and it was unlikely they'd see another soul until they returned.  They had the wilderness completely to themselves.  Gina admired Mickey's strong legs, and his gorgeous tight butt, covered in walking shorts. She felt a glow of self-satisfaction in knowing that this glorious specimen of manhood was all hers.  Mickey finished lighting the fire, and spread out a picnic rug. Then he took her in his arms. 

Horny End of a Hard Day
Sarah sighed. It had been a hard day, and as usual she felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still orders to fill, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all she really wanted to do was head home and go to bed.  Actually, what she really wanted to do was go to bed with Steve, the handsome temp secretary who had worked in the office for the last few weeks. Ever since she'd met him she'd been lusting after his well-built body. It didn't help that he was also a very sweet guy with a cheerful smile. She always felt happier whenever he was nearby, not to mention an awful lot hornier.

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