This brought back a lot of memories of growing up on my Great-grandmother's ranch. I discovered my first "adult" magazine hidden in a drawer in the tractor barn. I couldn't wait to sneak it out and read it in private. It was old and slightly mildewed, the paper smelled musty, but the images were a world of beautiful people with beautiful bodies, doing things together I had never seen, but had always known happened.
On a farm, you figure out the basics of the "birds and bees" really quickly. But just because you see where baby cows come from, doesn't mean you get an education into human sexuality. It was farm more tender, and romantic, and something I wanted to experience someday for myself.
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