Regina
Making love in a barn is a little bit like having s*x on the beach. It looks superb in the movies, but in practical applications, sand gets in every possible crevice and orifice.
During our teenage years, when it was a little more difficult to spend time alone and unsupervised with each other, we had snuck up into the hay mount of one of his uncle's old barns. It was hot and dusty, and the hay chaff got all over our bodies and in all of our clothes, leaving us itchy and uncomfortable. Not to mention, the straw scratched my delicate skin and gave me a weird rash.
But, with practice, we found better places, and better techniques for farm encounters. And we did get a lot of practice! We used to keep an old quilt in a knapsack in the back of his pickup truck, just in case. Tha
