Today I visited the village. Summer is finally here and there were a lot young women in town, but hardly any men. Most of them were wearing really short skirts, so I could see their gorgeous legs. It's been to long since I felt some strong legs around my neck. I was secretly fantasizing to sneack up to the bakers daughter and enjoy a good time, but it would be an awful time to raise children. I mean I could blame that stupid noisy bastard of a bard, but she deserves better than that jerk or a restless castout *ouch* Can't you see where you're going? I was so lost in thoughts that I walked into her. She lost the bread loafes she was caring, I wanted to help her pick them up, but she seemed annoyed that I thought she couldn't handle that herself.
When she picked up the bread I could see deeply and I got aroused even more. She gave me a gentle hug, she seemed chipper again and she smelled as if she had just taken a bath. She winked at me and asked if I don't know that my little flower is waiting inside. She helped her to relax a little from the hard work. They were treating her like a slave, she had to work from morning till evening and it was never right. She told me not to be too loud and gave me some strange looking something into my hands. It felt soft and a bit slippery. She asked me childlishly if I didn't know how to use these, it was common practice for the farmer's daughters that wanted to have some fun. They just had to be cautious about it, because the supply was limited.