Just in case you don’t know it, it’s damn near impossible to write decent erotica when all you hear outside are tractors, harvesting corn and soybeans and bringing in bales of hay–and let’s not get into the lovely odors the manure spreading puts on the breeze.

So, let’s pretend I have different neighbors…say, these interesting folks at Edinburgh Dinner Party.

The blog is fairly new. For maximum pleasure, read from the beginning. Then come back and tell me how many times you got off while reading. :blush: