For the Love of Sheep
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.
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