guestbook

For the Love of Sheep

<PREV <BACK> NEXT>

As the moon burrowed it's murky blue head into the clouds, I glanced at my beloved companion. There she lay in the translucent light of my Eveready re-chargeable pocket torch. Her eyes like deep dark holes of Godliness, her breath smelt like fresh due grass upon the morning glade of Glen Gukken. I had travel many miles, over many fields, to be once more by her side.

"I love you my dearest, do you love me too? Oh, please say it's true! ", I gasped in anticipation. "Baaaaaa!", was the reply. For you see, our love had crossed over so many boundaries and species was not one to hold us back. I, a mature adult and her, a freshly shorn ewe named Gweneth.

My peers ridicule me, they are just jealous that I have found my one true love in life and they are alone in this oh-so cruel world. Not even the farmer who owns her can understand our special relationship, when I asked him for Gweneths hoof in marriage he ran me off his property. I daren't return in daylight as he threatened to shoot me on the spot, if he found me fondling any of his sheep again. But Gweneth to me is not a one night stand sheep, she is much more than that, she is my little woollen seat cover of desire!

I hope you understand my situation and appreciate what I'm going through, if any other sheep lovers read Pig Meat then please do write and come out of the closet. The world will not be free until the government legalises bestiality.

<PREV <BACK> NEXT>


[home] [about us] [zines] [comics] [art] [audio] [found] [fonts] [web-cam] [links] [guestbook] [contact]
issn 1329-0460 pigmeat since 1990 anti© - this page last updated:
pigmeat - po box 2064, fitzroy m.d.c. victoria 3065, australia.