Story by Hook
Illustrations by Mat

After driving with Linda to Tahoe Ridge Vineyards and Winery, about an hour south of Reno, we taste a few vintages and buy a 2007 Chardonnay to share on the covered porch. After a few samplings of wine I have a persistent buzz going on. So I suggest a walk through the vineyard would be just the ticket to clear my head a little.

Soon, we embrace and the clover growing between the vines provides an invitingly soft cushion for us to sink onto, maintaining our embrace and continuing the duel with our tongues.

Linda is whimpering, but I reassure her that she is the most desirable woman on the planet. I pick up the subtle aroma of her arousal and decide to carry this interlude further. The moment is ripe and time hangs in the balance as we stare into each other’s eyes, unable to break our gaze, but fully aware of the physiology, and scents, and subtle welcoming movements that are prelude to an even more joyous union. Divesting Linda of her shorts, panties and bra, I concentrate on delivering seductive licks along her slit, playful flicks against her clit, and serious jabs that invade the steamy grotto that opens wider with every swipe of my tongue. Her inner lips are turning redder as they become engorged with blood, wetter as her body produces the secretions of love, and odiferous with the pheromones of desire. She moans and thrashes as I celebrate the wondrous creation that is Linda and know that in this moment, she loves being a woman.