Marian of Sherwood

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2007

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Abstract: A tale of Robin Hood and Maid Marian

The forest was lovely this time of spring, and the bower where the man and
woman two conversed was a canvas of dappled greens and browns. The very flowers
and leaves sang together in harmony to produce the quintessence of love and
romance. Inside, the colors were offset by the pink of flesh and the blonde and
brown of long hair, as two bodies writhed on the ground making their own
music.

"Robin of Locksley, do not you put airs on around me! I knew you when you were
just Robert the miller’s son stealing apples from the greengrocer!" The woman
making this discordant pronouncement sat erect, pink cheeks flushed and
dark-tipped nipples proud upon heaving breasts. The target of her ire lay
beneath her, his response muffled by the wriggling cheeks of her bottom.

"I do not care what you think of the idea, Robin, you are not getting rid of
Little John just because he and I had a fling. In the first part, it was before
he joined your little group of delinquent boys." Her voice caught and her eyes
opened wide as the man’s body beneath her shifted. "Oh yes, that’s good, oh I
always loved your sweet tongue..."

She bent down over the man’s groin, from where an impressive erection sprouted.
Her hand curled around the swollen head, stroking and twisting as she picked up
the interrupted thread of her conversation. "And for the second part, well, we
both know he is not exactly little where it counts, do we not?"

Robin’s response was lost as Marian’s words descended, her lips opening
greedily for a treat better than words.

Little John would not be leaving.

/END/

Endnote: Written for the special Robin Hood and Maid Marian issue of Ruthie's
Club (http://www.ruthiesclub.com), and published July 16, 2007.