picnic
5:49 p.m.<>2001-05-17

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one of the things that jodie and i love to do when the weather is nice is read outside. normally we go down to the mall or to a nearby park, spread out on the grass with some snacks, drinks and books or magazines, and spend a few hours reading in companionable silence.

if we're in the right mood, and we frequently are, we'll be a little bolder in our choice of reading material. we'll pack a couple of erotic books apiece, spread out a blanket somewhere off the beaten path and away from prying eyes and ears, and read aloud to each other from the hottest stories or passages we can find.

usually what will happen is that we'll get so nice and hot and bothered after an hour or so of reading that we have to cut short our picnic and hasten back to the bedchamber. but there have been a couple of instances where our words work each other up into such a lather that we can't wait to get home, and we end up with our hands down each other's pants and our lips locked together. i don't know about jodie, but those are the picnics i treasure most.

so if you're in a committed relationship with someone you love and trust, or even if you're in a no-strings relationship with someone you trust, but simply want to have a good time with, here's a suggestion: try having an erotic picnic. schedule a day, preferrably during the week (less people) and go to a state park. bring a picnic basket or cooler with fresh fruit, cheese, bread, chocolate and white wine. picking out some erotic writings to bring along is half the fun. it doesn't matter if it's artsy victorian erotica or penthouse forum, it just has to make you and your date hotter than a strip of alabama asphalt in august. here are some of the books that jodie and i like to read to each other from:

behind closed doors, by alina reyes

the she devils, by pierre louys

delta of venus, by anais nin, and

my secret garden, by nancy friday

to name just a few. jodie and i prefer erotica that doesn't read as if it had been written by some fat, lonely ex-con in philadelphia named earl. but that's just us. to each his own.

armed with your picnic goodies and smut, park yourselves under a tree and spend a while eating and selecting the stories or passages that are guaranteed to get your lover pawing the ground. then start reading, and go wherever your libido takes you. make sure you wear loose, comfortable clothing that you don't mind getting grass stains on, and that has room enough for an extra hand or two. going sans underwear makes for an added thrill, and makes it easier for you to fool around if that's what you end up doing.

who knows, maybe our paths will cross this weekend, somewhere out in the woods.

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