It was raining and it was dark. Was the forest of never-ending planning to devour me? I couldn’t remember how I lost my clothes. The rain was warm and the darkness was pleasant. Is it the reality? Am I asleep? Why are my senses so mixed up? It was so confusing. The darkness was light and the rain was warm.
I could see the forest of never-ending planning in front of me. It was so beautiful. I wanted to touch it, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t remember the beginning. How I ended up in the forest was just a blank space to me. The rain was not sounding like usual. Every drop sounded like a human voice. It was whispering to me:
“You are lost. You will never find your way out.”
“No, I will find my way out. I am not lost.”
“You are lost. You will never find your way out.”
“I am not lost. I will find my way out.”
“You are lost. You will never find your way out.”
I really never wanted to find my way out anyway. Then there was the thunder. It was loud but it sounded like a woman moaning. It felt like the forest was alive.
I was walking deep inside the forest exploring and feeling the joy of getting lost. The color of the rain changed it turned white and the texture turned creamy. Was it the jungle cumming on me? I was walking and walking and I found a tree with a big hole in the trunk. The hole was so big that I could fit inside it. I wanted to go inside, but I was afraid. I was afraid of the darkness. I was afraid of the unknown. But the unknown was calling me. It was calling me to come inside. I was so curious. I wanted to know what was inside the big hole. I crawled inside the hole and it was dark. I couldn’t see anything. I was crawling and crawling. It was wet and slippery. I was getting deeper.
I could see her. The ivy lady was becoming more and more clear. She was not alone. She was entangled with a man. A man with no face. He was just a shadow. The ivy lady was moaning and the man was grunting. I was far, but I could feel their pleasure. I felt the blood rushing under my waist. With every thrust of the man, I could feel a warm wet vagina wrapping around my penis tightly.
He was having her on her knees. I could feel him touching her ivy skin. I could feel him penetrating the ivy lady. But there was nothing under my hands. The uncomfortable feeling of not being in control. He was in control. He was the one who was having her. I was only a witness. A witness to their pleasure. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t handle it. His thrusts were getting deeper and deeper and harder and harder. The ivy lady was glowing brighter. He closed his eyes and I felt I was being pulled toward the man. I came making the ivy lady full of life.
She was glowing greener than ever. The thunder stopped and it was quiet. I could only hear the sound of the rain. The rain was not falling on me. It was falling on the ivy lady.