Post by alex on Jul 13, 2012 21:50:21 GMT -6
Alexandra Nichole Zakerson
I would certainly never suggest that any lesbian should be ashamed of her sexual preference.
Talking - Thinking
I would certainly never suggest that any lesbian should be ashamed of her sexual preference.
Talking - Thinking
A gentle wind worked through the farm bringing the stench of dun and other farm scents to my attention. After living at work for a few years, one would think I'd be used to the awful smells. Silently I lay in a pile of hay with on hand placed on my stomach approximately where my belly button creates a dip to my flat skin. Everything about my was flat and often my coworkers mistaken me as a guy. With a small, bony hand I ran my fingers through my short, auburn hair and sighed. Lazily I rolled onto my stomach to change the view of my surroundings. Deep, rich brown eyes watched as the guys worked in the fields and I found myself staring. Not bad, I thought with a soft smile. Then a rather disgusted expression crossed my face clean of the smile.[/color] I reminded myself that I was still on clock.
Slowly I sank further into the hay pile. Did I really just think of a guy as 'not bad?' I bit my lip and put my hands to both sides of my temples. I can't believe I just did. There has got to be something wrong with me. Since when do I stare at guys and consider which ones were not bad? I was about ready to scream with frustration at how clueless my girlish mind was compared to the guy half of my mind. With one hand I lazily dug my finger into the rather uncomfortable hay stack I lay in. Then I threw a few hand fulls into the air and watched as a few strands carried on the wind but the rest just landed back upon my stature. I pushed a few stray strands from my face and sat up. Should probably get back to work...
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