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The Salmon River runs through my backyard. There's a long, narrow island that's considered part of the property. It's name, appropriately enough, is Long Island. I've never been on it.

I'm waiting for you to show up.

On a blazing hot summer afternoon. We'll roll around in the daisies and the buttercups in the backyard, assuming I haven't mowed them all into oblivion, and get ourselves good and horned-up.

It's way too hot to be wearing clothes. Time to find some sexy shade.

We strip down naked and swim out to Long Island. We carry nothing but a couple of condoms and a water bottle.

There's a little clearing in the middle of the island. I can see myself shoving you down on all fours in front of me. You like sticking your ass out for me, don't you?

Stick your ass up. Stick it up higher. The sun might burn your ass red, or a few good slaps might beat it to the punch.

I have to fuck you. The heat drives me into a fucking frenzy. I want to drive it into you, give it to you hard and deep while blue dragonflies carry your cries away down the river.

My hands grip your waist. I shake my head from the fury of exertion, shake the hot sweat in a spray off my forehead.

A little later in the afternoon. Dark thunderclouds are rolling in.

Distant rumbling suggests a storm up towards Grand Lake. We can still see blue sky through cracks in the clouds as a few raindrops cool the heavy air. The temperature drops five degrees in five minutes.

A big old oak tree gives us all the shelter we need on our island. You rest your head on my stomach and toy with my penis. Lightning flashes on the horizon.

The sound of thunder rumbles up the river as you slide your head forward to take me in your mouth.