I remember many blackberry winters, but one is my favorite blackberry winter of all time. One chilly spring day my grandma, sent me to pick blackberries for her famous pie. It was a pastime that everyone hated, the bushes had thorns, and it made the berries hard to pick.
Well anyway it was a little nip in the air but not to cold, so I wore a pair of daisy dukes and halter top. Spring time has always been my favorite time of the year so since I had to pick blackberries which I hated doing, I figured that I should at least enjoy the weather.
As luck would have it, I got stuck by one of the nasty thorns on the bush, as my our neighbors son was riding by on his tractor. He found me saying a few choice words and a with a tear in my eye. I had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, when I was a little freshman in high school and he was senior football star, all the girls flocked after him. Damn this was the last way I wanted him to find me.
He parked the tractor and jumped down, walked over and without a word he took my finger. He then placed my finger in his mouth and then started sucking, looking straight into my eyes. Fire bolts shot through me, warming my inside and a tingling sensation spread, one that I have never felt before. Next thing you know, I am in his arms and he is kissing me and leading me into a grove of trees not far from the blackberry bushes.
I am putty in his hands, my halter top is pushed down as he works his magic on my nipples, they harden as he leaves them wet and the cool breeze caress them. My shorts and panties are long gone, as his hands play a symphony between my legs. I had been to third base even home plate before but nothing ever felt like this, and then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. Almost on contact, I seen one thousand shooting stars and then he plunged into my core. Our bodies began to move as one, together riding the waves of pleasure. Together we came in each others arms, looking into each others eyes seeing the promise and longing to return again and again to this very spot. So from that day on, I never dreaded going blackberry picking, but I volunteered with a little smile on my face.
Author notes
Blackberry Winter
A (mainly Southern) term used to describe a brief period of cold weather that coincides with the time the blackberries are in bloom, (typically in early to mid May)
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A contest entry
- Tell Us How Does Spring affect YOU in Passion ? adult contest by ennovy.
1225 points, ended March 31, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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It made me hot!
as his hands play a symphony between my legs
Good lord. I loved this line. It was beautiful.
I wish you would write a part two.
The title caught my eye and I fell in love with this straight away. Wonderful job!
I can't wait to read more. Good job on the bronze; you should have gotten a gold!
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vvery interesting. I like the way you brought in the term Blackberry winter. The double entendre works very well to tell the story. nicely done
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Oh, those black berries, some thorny, some horny, LOL!
Beautiful Spring write, thanks for entering our contest and good luck to you.
Novy and Brazos -
Erotic
A beautifully penned erotic write Rain. Lust, passion and love all wrapped up in one.
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The best erotic things in life happen just by chance...
one fine morning...
and then one can't resist it...
and we reacts in a lustful way...
as you both did...
Same thing happened to me a number of times...
and it all was without any planning...
Kisses...my dear!
Galaxy2
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First I want to say that the Title is HOT
loved it, from the beginning everything started off smoothe and proceeded in such melody and highlights of an enchanted crush and romance.
Great imagery, wonderul alliteration, good luck as always,
keep writing.
Marvelous.
E
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What a nice little tale. All about spring, passion and memories. It meets the requirement...Thank you for entering..... Novy & Brazos
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