Imagine feeling more amorous than usual when while visiting the Härga.
Pelle credited the summer solstice, also citing his belief you two were soulmates because of astrology. You vocally agreed, but internally figured it didn’t matter what time of year you came; the land itself seemed to be calling you. Yes, the lush greenery was breathtaking, but you were sure Härga was just as gorgeous in fall or winter.
Your boyfriend smiled softly. “The land’s fertile and so are you.”
While the others take Ingemar’s magic mushrooms, Pelle pulls you aside for some fornication amongst the trees. Once you were sure the thicket hid you from your friends, you playfully pushed him against a tree. Eyes shut, locking lips and embracing Pelle, the rest of the world faded away. His warm palm against your sex reminded you where you were. You opened your eyes and started to lower yourself when he shook his head.
“Let me make love to you.”
“It’s a safe day for you,” Pelle soothed.
Was that true? You couldn’t recall the exact date of your last cycle. Your thoughts were so hazy. You could feel your heartbeat in your vagina. You considered yourself lucky Pelle was the kind of boyfriend who took note of such things.
Pulling your pantie/s to the side, Pelle lovingly rubbed then spread your folds. “______, I’ll pull out, okay? I want to eat you out afterwards so I’ll pull out. Is that alright?”
You felt bark against your bare back. I feel like I had one of your friend’s shrooms, you wanted to tell him.
“It’s so beautiful here. Okay.”
