Part One: The Farmer
I've been watching you every day of the two months I've been working this land. I see you brush those long chestnut locks from your eyes as you hang out the laundry to dry.
I know the look of frustration on your lovely face when the boss comes home and demands his supper, sneering at you like he was your overseer instead of your husband. I want to wipe the angry scowl off his round face with my fist.
He lumbers toward the house, his belly straining against his flannel shirt. He calls you a lazy bitch as he goes and I see a tear stream down your cheek and fall between your creamy breasts.
I resist the urge to go to you and lick the salty droplet. I feel the familiar hardness growing and turn back so you don't see.
I close my eyes and can still see your full lips puckered in a pout. Fire boils in my blood. A passion stirs inside me that can only be quenched when I'm buried deep inside your body. Someday, when that pig is gone, I will have you.
Part Two: The Landowner's Wife
I've seen you watching me. I feel the heat of your gaze upon my body and a forbidden flame spreads like a wildfire between my legs. When your eyes rove over my face and pause at my lips, I sense your desire and though I shouldn't, I long for your kiss.
I saw your shoulders tense when he cursed me. I secretly thrilled at the protective posture you took, the furrow of your brows, the clench of your fist. I wonder if hands so capable of hard work in the hot fields could bring pleasure to my body. I sense they could.
You never speak to me. My husband would be livid if one of his workers ever did. He doesn't want me but would never allow another to have me either. He would kill me first. But still, just before you turned away, I couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in your tight faded blue jeans. You want me.
Part Three: The Farmer
Today. It has to be today. The Boss is away buying cattle. I have six hours to make your body mine. I see you heading to the barn, your long skirt bouncing side to side with the sway of your seductive hips. Seeing no one around, I follow you.