The full moon shone down on the small clearing behind our house. The gently rushing and tumbling of the creek added to the serene moment. I sat, cross legged, in my kilt in the soft grass. The true tartan weight kept me almost too warm! The sword at my side gleamed in the moonbeams. I rolled up the sleeves of the white V-neck tee shirt. My wife loved my biceps. In her eyes, they were perfect.
My heart raced a bit as I heard soft footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The full moon created almost a halo around her long blond hair. It flowed around her shoulders. Her hazel eyes narrowed with a smile as she curled her luscious pink lips. Continue reading
