I don’t often share
too much of my private life – I prefer to keep it separate to my smutty persona
but the irony of this is not lost on me.
When you think of
someone sitting down to their computer to write erotica you don’t ever think it
might actually be the cleanest part of their day but let me tell you, all too
often it is J
But the filth I’m
talking about is not smut, oh no!
I’m talking muck, dirty brown earth mixed
with rain water so that when you walk in it, you’re up to your ankles in mud.
So job number one of the day is often pull the wellington boots on. Then it's off out to
the woodshed… no don’t get too excited... it’s not for secret spankings hidden
from the children – it’s to feed the feathered children – the hens and
chickens.
The first thing that hits you is the noise as they demand their
freedom and food, then the smell. So I trudge across the ground, covered in
that smelly excrement that they will drop everywhere, and I mean everywhere, tiptoeing through the few spots they have not pooed on.
Next on the agenda is
the pony. Mr Pony is even more mucky than Mr and all the Mrs and little Masters
and Misses Chickens. His poop is so much bigger….Pick my way through, feed him
try not to get stuck in any mucky holes that he has stamped into the soggy
soil. Fail. Get wedged, land on my arse in mud, pick myself up, feed and water
Mr Pony who I swear to God is laughing at me. Then the dogs run in around me as
I try to get up, knocking me down into the dirt again in their enthusiasm.
Finally the day's dirt
is done, I can shower, get clean and sit down and get dirty all over again,
writing the filthiest sex I can imagine, while I stay nice and clean!!! J
Have a great day.
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