Does it Bother anyone Else?

This morning I went into the kitchen and realised they were spraying the outside of the neighbouring house with insect pesticides. I don't even want to think about the chemicals that drifted into the house while I was unaware. There's something rather special about standing in the kitchen watching them literally hose off the gutters to the stage of dripping with something toxic. I shut all the windows, for whatever good that will do.

And now, here's something further to think about... all those vegies and herbs I've planted on that side of the yard. What kind of withholding period, what do I do about toxic soil, do I uproot all of the plants that are short term crops? There are just so many parameters for growing your own edible garden that you can't control. Guess I won't be making basil pesto today after all, let alone working in the garden. Had I been at work I may have come home and picked a nice bowl of vegie insecticide to munch on. Then again, how many times have I done that already.

In some parts of the world there is legislation that means that you have to provide notice to your neighbours before applying sprays... and even put up signposts so that people who are passing by are aware. Now that's the kind of legislation that should be everywhere. The whole issue on "drift" is a difficult one, things can spread within a kilometre radius and how would you ever know in many cases and there is very little you can do about it.

Sex on The Beach

We went up the beach to the towels, now warm from the sunshine, and lay down together, kissing and cuddling. We were both incredibly horny. We played for hours, licking (chocolate mousse tastes delicious licked from a nipple), sucking, stroking, until at last I slid into her, unable to hold back any longer. Feeling the sunshine and the breeze on my back and on my arse, knowing we could be caught at any time, tipped me over the edge, and I came, pumping my jism into her, pumping, cock twitching over and over again, as I came, saying her name and groaning as I emptied my balls into her. A few minutes later, the first of a long parade of walkers passed by below us, glancing at us. I wonder if he knew. I expect he guessed, by the smile on his face. Perhaps we should have invited him to join us.