Spring has sprung

[sirhugs]

and surely the sap must be running...

a few ideas :

~ literally the sap is running. He and she go into the woods to tap some trees, and the trees aren't all that get tapped (maybe it is so flukey warm she wears short shorts?)

~school is out & the coeds are no longer off bounds to the professor who had to endure their displays of not so random flesh through the winter semester...

~ digging the bike or golf clubs out of the back of the shed to clean them/inflate the tires results in a tumble of limbs involving people who should not be that close...

~ the neighbours uncover more than just their hot tub.

~ the neighbour's daughter returns from college, having blossomed from the ugly duckling to the ... well, swan is not smutty enough.

 

[Hypoxia]

Ah, springtime. The bears come out of hibernation. The deer are in rut. Wildflowers bloom, spreading a miasma of hay fever. Snow melts away, revealing whatever was left outside last autumn. High school cheerleaders start turning 18. Girls (and guys) start tanning their winter-pale thighs and torsos. Easter marks the spring fertility festivals. Get humping, kids!

 

[BurningMonkey]

Speaking of fertility rites, Beltane will be upon us soon...
Anyone up for dancing around the bonfire and sneaking off to "bless" the fields?

 

[Hypoxia]

Speaking of fertility rites, Beltane will be upon us soon...
Anyone up for dancing around the bonfire and sneaking off to "bless" the fields?

Sounds good to me. Your place or mine?

Seasonal shift: I'll jump back into winter a little, to Alaska, when the Land of the Midnight Sun was dark, its nights illuminated only by stars and aurorae. Ah, the aurora borealis! We stayed at an almost-Arctic Circle hot springs, lounging in the steamy water at night, watching the sky flicker and the moose walk by.

And listening to sounds in the forest. Human sounds. Fucking sounds. Japanese tourists fucking in the underbrush. Seems that a future Emperor is foretold to be conceived under the aurorae. Loyal subjects want their shot at the throne, hence the forest fornication under a swirling sky.

That sounds like a usable plot bunny. Shift the seasons again; invent a spring / Easter (Ishtar) / Beltane tradition for breeding semi-divine majesties.

 

[BurningMonkey]

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That sounds like a usable plot bunny. Shift the seasons again; invent a spring / Easter (Ishtar) / Beltane tradition for breeding semi-divine majesties.

Or maybe just someone being introduced to the family tradition...by various (multiple?) family members...

 

[sirhugs]

Ah, springtime. The bears come out of hibernation. The deer are in rut. Wildflowers bloom, spreading a miasma of hay fever. Snow melts away, revealing whatever was left outside last autumn. High school cheerleaders start turning 18. Girls (and guys) start tanning their winter-pale thighs and torsos. Easter marks the spring fertility festivals. Get humping, kids!

...bunnies humping in the garden...

 

[Hypoxia]

...bunnies humping in the garden...

And then the neighborhood fox, who took out the skunk denning under our storage shed, gets a two-fer dinner, yum. But I digress.

Here in central and northern California, spring often means torrential rains... like right now. So springtime stories could include April showers, running naked through the rain, slipping and sliding and fucking in the muck, maybe a mud-pit orgy.

Or we're in our coastal range Territorial-style house, lounging on the covered veranda sipping Korbel brandy and Ukiah gold as the Pineapple Express drizzles down, fucking in the big Campeche hand-knotted hammock, orgasmic cries echoing down the Russian River canyon. Just another spring in the redwood groves.