Outside, she heard the gentle chirping of the birds, but it was the feeling inside her that completely engulfed her. The warm sun shining through the cracks in the roof seemed to touch not only her body, but also something deep inside her. She felt a soft, almost forgotten passion spreading through her, a heat that wasn’t just from the sun. The hay beneath her felt soft and inviting, almost like an embrace, and she let herself sink deeper, as if she wanted to surrender completely to the moment.
Here, alone in the hay barn, where no one could see her, where the world outside seemed silent and distant, she allowed herself to really feel her body and its needs. Every breath, every rustle of the straw beneath her intensified the feeling of freedom, of a desire that she no longer wanted to suppress. Her hands glided gently over the hay and then over her skin, as if she was rediscovering her own presence, warmth and peace. A soft, longing sigh escaped her lips as her thoughts drifted away and her body surrendered to the heat.
She thought of the others who were in church, how they fell into the same rhythm every Sunday – but she, she had this place to herself. This hay barn was not just a place of retreat, but a place where she could feel completely herself, without the constant expectations and stares. The secret tension inside her grew as she imagined that one day she might not be alone here after all.
The thought of an encounter in the hay barn – a chance meeting, an unexpected glance, a moment when the air would suddenly become heavier – sent a soft, sensual tingle through her body. She imagined what it would be like to hear someone else’s footsteps on the creaking wooden floor, the soft rustling of hay when someone lay down next to her. A deep breath, a fleeting glance, and then – the heat she was already feeling would multiply.
But today she was alone, and perhaps that was a good thing. She wanted to give herself over to this moment, all to herself. But the idea that she might not always be alone sent a tingling sensation over her skin. The hay barn, this peaceful, hidden place, had more to offer than just silence. It was a place of longing, of desire, and she knew that she would come here every Sunday – not only to enjoy the peace and quiet, but also to feel the growing desire and possibilities ….
