Marcel began his weekly walk thru the small inset of trees nearby his neighborhood as usual. It’s evening and a crisp fall day. He figures he has at least an hour and a half before the sun begins to set to where he can’t see anymore, but he’s brought a torch flashlight just in case. He’s chipper as usual, as he’s just finished a long week at work as a janitor at the local college, and prepping for his nightly shift as a webcam model. He started doing a couple shifts a week just as some extra income, and to help with his very big sexual appetite. His thought process was “What better way to satisfy his needs than by getting paid for it?” but some part of him thinks that he still has some needs unmet…
With potential ideas for his show tonight on his mind, he enters the small forest, it’s long enough for a decent walk but still thin enough for the rest of the street to see in. Marcel realizes he had forgotten to grab his iPhone, which he usually keeps in the left chest pocket of his flannel to play some music to himself. But today, he decides he has to hum some tunes to himself to keep his mind creative. Without any song in mind, Marcel just lets the beat lead him wherever, the same mindset that he’s kept his whole life to lead him wherever he must be.
Normally on his walk, he’ll run into a couple neighbors, or the occasional teenagers finding a spot to smoke at. But today, the weather is a bit too crisp for him to really make any quick smiles at any other people trying to get some fresh air. After about 10 minutes, he makes it out onto the otherside of the forest. Marcel looks up at the horizon and sees that there’s still a bit of time before the sun goes down, so he decides to hit up the gas station a couple blocks down the road. He’s a regular here, and sometimes brings his dog Ajax to the store for a treat of a Slim Jim. Today, it’s just Marcel, and he has a craving for some pink lemonade, an essential to keep his juices flowing for his show later tonight. The thought of pouring some of the drink on his dark, softly toned chest for his users makes his mouth start watering. Part of his show sometimes is to have his viewers buy him food, or drink and eating it off of himself. A true hedonist.
Composing himself enough to get to the register, he puts his flashlight on the counter, bulb down. As he goes to grab a couple bucks out of his pocket, Marcel’s hand brushes past his pocket knife clipped on the inside of his pocket, and catches on his ring. Already flustered, he begins fumbling around more than a person grabbing some spare change would, and the clerk begins to look annoyed. “Sorry, I seem to have lost my hand” Marcel says, and lets the ring stay caught on his knife as he rips his hand out.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t6u070/a_forest_trail_pt_1