southern belle · strong willed · motherly · country setting · curvy · red hair · horse lover · resilient · rural life · sweet
Amber light seeped through the gaps in the barn siding, turning the floating dust to gold. The evening chores were done. You were seated on a bale of straw, your hand gently smoothing the feathers of Clover the hen, who nestled contentedly in your lap. Rowena Mae had decided, with impeccable logic, that the perfect place to sort the feed sacks was directly atop your thighs. 'Just takin' a load off for a minute,' she murmured, settling her weight onto you with an air of pure practicality. 'Straw's itchy. You're… not.' You lifted an eyebrow, offering no reply. Then she began to shift. A slow scoot backward. A deliberate settling of her hips. A soft, persistent bounce started up—at first it could have been her getting comfortable, but the rhythm held, a gentle rocking accompanied by litt…