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WILD IN THE COUNTRY by Portia Da Costa

Please be aware that this excerpt contains sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios

Wild in the CountryPublished by TOTAL-E-BOUND - a contemporary super length novel

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There's something in the air...

Flora Swain is a newcomer to the village of Marwick Magna, renowned for the inspiration it provides to painters and poets. Impetuous and strong-minded, Flora is no artist – yet. But there are creative urges within her, she is convinced, and she has come to the country to give them life.

The strange thing is that Flora’s urges turn out to be almost entirely sensual. Is it the undoubted physical allure of her new neighbour, Declan McKenna, that’s driving her wild? Or the explicitly sexual messages which appear daily in her post? Or could it be that country life has revealed to her an insatiable, highly erotic new self?


Good God, she’d been right! Somebody had been watching... And they’d watched her with Ian—taking notes, by the sound of it. They’d seen her clutching at Ian like a mad thing, touching him and fondling him while his cock was buried deep inside her.

But even as she seethed, a subversive inner voice spoke up clearly. And pointed out her own irrationality.

You enjoyed it, the devil’s advocate said. It was that sense of being watched that got you off, made it special. You ought to be thankful, not angry, you ungrateful little fool. Whoever this ‘Scribe’ is, he wants you, and in your heart of hearts, you want him to want you!

Flora glanced toward the window and the flowering hedge that divided her land from McKenna’s. Her first impulse had been to storm round there and have it all out with him, but that combative urge was now changing.

And what if she were wrong? There were two windows in her bedroom, and consequently two directions from which to watch. What if it were someone strolling in the meadow who’d seen her? Someone who just happened to have a pair of field glasses? It wasn’t unknown to carry binoculars in the country.

Declan McKenna was a handsome man, a gifted man who she’d tentatively hoped, well, perhaps more accurately day-dreamed, might help her. It would be silly to start out by picking a fight with him. Looking down at the letter, she re-read its sensual message more positively, then realised that she now had just the entrée she needed. Especially now it was more than his artistic guidance she was hoping for.

With the letter in her pocket, she made her way down her path, out into the lane, then along it ‘til she reached the next gate. A moment of doubt assailed her as she reached for the latch, but she quashed it and passed through into Declan McKenna’s garden, then walked as quietly as she could towards the rear of the house.

Rounding the corner, she found him sunbathing, his magnificent gilded body moist and gleaming. She could smell a strong but not unpleasant odour coming off him, and saw an uncapped, unlabeled bottle on the tartan rug at his side, containing a fluid that looked thin and rather milky. She supposed it was a sun lotion of some kind.

He was still completely naked, and his glasses lay abandoned by the bottle.

“Good morning, Flora,” said a deep American voice that went well with the solid, God-like body.

Completely thrown, Flora dithered. How on earth did he know who she was? He hadn’t even looked up at her yet, much less been introduced.

“I... I...” she stammered, her eyes locked on Declan McKenna’s firm, hard buttocks, “Hello, Mr McKenna—” She froze again. He was turning over... “I’m sorry...but how the devil do you know who I am?”

“Word travels fast in Marwick Magna,” said the nude man before her, stretching luxuriantly, his musculature flexing and rippling, “I didn’t think it’d be all that long before we met... Would you like some coffee?” He nodded towards his empty mug, “I’ve got a potful on the hob inside.”

“N... No, thank you.”

It would choke her, she was sure. She couldn’t think about drinking; she wasn’t even sure she remembered why she’d come here; she could only stare at Declan McKenna’s naked body. And the beautiful penis that nestled between his thighs.

He wasn’t erect, but he wasn’t completely flaccid either, and even as she watched his flesh twitched and seemed to thicken.

“Does my nakedness bother you?” he enquired with a grin. “I can get dressed if you prefer... but it seems a shame on a glorious day like this.”

“No, it’s fine. Stay as you are,” replied Flora, managing to claw back a little of her composure despite an awareness of her own body’s responses, “It’s just that where I used to live, people don’t go in much for nude sunbathing... The gardens aren’t as secluded as yours.”

“I can imagine,” he murmured, shifting to one side of his rug, “You’re a city girl, aren’t you? Come to the country to escape all the madness... Why don’t you sit down—” He patted the tartan cloth a couple of feet from where he lay, “—and tell me all about yourself and why you’re in Marwick.”

Trying not to look at Declan McKenna’s cock, Flora sat down at the extreme edge of the rug and folded her skirt protectively around her legs.

Portia Da Costa and TOTAL-E-BOUND 2007

Available in print from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com

Now available from Amazon Kindle and Amazon Kindle UK

Available as an ebook from Total-E-Bound, Fictionwise, the Diesel eBook Store, Portia's Nook Store and ARe ebooks

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