Chris tugged on the horses reins. ihashi wanted to run. Almost as though she had more to look forward to than Chris did. But for the young farmer from the thornveld this would be a day to remember. Abigail said she would meet him at the waterfall on the far side of the farm. Even though this meant a ride through the field of wag-a-bietjie (wait-a-bit) thorn bushes, he knew it would be worth it. Ever since she had seen him come home with the leopard that had been terrifying the livestock, dead on the back of his horse, her attitude toward him had changed. And Chris knew that today would be the day he lost his virginity....
A white boy in a Dark Land
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OOC - this is just a a start of a story I'd like to get going. I'm hoping anyone that has ever dreamed of what it would be like to grow up in Africa would contribute. The story does not have to follow the starting thread, but I had to make a beggining....
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Abigail
Glancing in the mirror as she was leaving her room, Abigail tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and ran her fingers through the rest of the curls to the end. Should she put her hair up or leave it down?
Though ordinarily Abigail didn't give much thought to her appearance, this was a special day. She had promised to meet Chris at the waterfall. She had been aware of Chris for a long time, but until she saw the image of him with the dead leopard tossed across the back of his horse, Abigail hadn't considered Chris strong enough to be a potential lover.
The day Chris rode past her with the leopard had awakened a hunger within Abigail. She loved problem solvers. Men who saw a good solution and just got on with getting things done. Chris was obviously tougher than he looked, which presented him as a kind of challenge for Abigail.
Still at the mirror, Abigail decided to wear her hair down, and took the time to run a brush through its length, more than satisfied with the way the ends curled over her breasts. Twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers, the palm of her hand grazed her nipple causing it to press against her white blouse in arousal. Abigail smiled to think that perhaps today it would not be only her own hand that made her nipples poke out through the thin cotton. Enjoying the image of her smile reflected back through the mirror, Abigail left her room and went out to hike across the farm to the waterfall. Today might be her lucky day.
Glancing in the mirror as she was leaving her room, Abigail tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and ran her fingers through the rest of the curls to the end. Should she put her hair up or leave it down?
Though ordinarily Abigail didn't give much thought to her appearance, this was a special day. She had promised to meet Chris at the waterfall. She had been aware of Chris for a long time, but until she saw the image of him with the dead leopard tossed across the back of his horse, Abigail hadn't considered Chris strong enough to be a potential lover.
The day Chris rode past her with the leopard had awakened a hunger within Abigail. She loved problem solvers. Men who saw a good solution and just got on with getting things done. Chris was obviously tougher than he looked, which presented him as a kind of challenge for Abigail.
Still at the mirror, Abigail decided to wear her hair down, and took the time to run a brush through its length, more than satisfied with the way the ends curled over her breasts. Twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers, the palm of her hand grazed her nipple causing it to press against her white blouse in arousal. Abigail smiled to think that perhaps today it would not be only her own hand that made her nipples poke out through the thin cotton. Enjoying the image of her smile reflected back through the mirror, Abigail left her room and went out to hike across the farm to the waterfall. Today might be her lucky day.
