Into the woods

The sound of crunching leaves and tiny twigs snapping under my small tennis shoes thrill me. The tart smell off moss and musky air of decaying wood fill my chest. My slender fingers clasped in his hand as he leads me trustingly, deeper in. The soft fabric pressing against my fluttering eyelids denying me the view.

I will the sounds and smells to fill me up as he guides me over and under what I envision to be scrapey branches and gnarled roots. His careful silence amplifies the sound of the varied bird calls and the leaves rustling in the warm afternoon breeze.

Coming to a stop in front of me, he guides me by my waist and lowers me down to sit. The stone beneath me is cool and shaded. Taking my left ankle in his hand, he slides off my shoe and places my foot on the spongy fragrant moss beneath me. Repeating the gentle act on my right foot, he then clasps my hands in my lap and tilts my chin up to kiss me sweetly before stepping away into the ether.

Listening intently, I hear the shooshing of his feet cross the forest floor. The light buzzing of bees and birds going about their afternoon business is hypnotizing. I imagine myself sitting in the Moors or enchanted forests of literature. A flurry of sylph and fairy wings twirling in the breeze as he unpacks his plans.

Returning to me, he pulls me up to a standing position and leads me to his chosen spot. Leaning in close to me, he whispers “Do you trust me?” Catching my breath I murmur “yes” through an excited smile.

Slipping his fingers into the bunched top of my sundress, he lowers it enough to let it fall at my feet. Taking my hand for balance, I step out of it.

Lowering me down to the soft blanket, he waits until I’m laying comfortably on the small pillow like object under my head. When I’m settled, he gathers my hands together as if in prayer and lifts them above my head. I can feel a rough woody texture with just the tip of my fingers as he serpentines the rope around my delicate wrists. I can hear the fabric tighten as it coils snuggly against my skin.

As the diffused sunlight warms my naked body I can hear the pages of a book turning beside me. He places the open pages under my nose so that I can smell the aged paper. And then he begins to read…

The work is unfamiliar to me, intriguing! It’s a poem… The words are sensual and escalating. His voice is expressive and chocolaty. His rendition stirring and awakening my body with each paragraph. Feeling his body lean close to mine, I see the shadow of his arm pass over my resting eyelids from under the darkness of the blindfold.

Pressing something leafy to my lips, the aroma of wild mint permeates my nose. As he reads on, he caresses my bottom lip with the tender leaf. Placing it against the part in my lips he presses it into my mouth, as I open slightly to receive it on my tongue.

The reciting of the poem becomes heated and moist, and so too do I. When the crescendo peaks and wanes, I can feel his gaze upon me. I lay in wait.

I jump and giggle when I hear him snapping a green and tender sounding branch beside us. And then freeze and shudder when the pointy thing touches my skin. It’s rigid and scratchy and makes my skin ripple up in goose bumps. It drags slightly and scrapes gently up my legs, across my hip bones, arms and tethered wrists to my finger tips.

I hear the click of a camera. And then another. As the mint leaf wilts on my tongue, I feel exposed but not unsafe. He tells me that He finds me incredibly sexy as the clicks come in succession. He asks me to bite my lip for him. When I do he he growls lightheartedly with approval.

When the clicking stops he’s there beside me again, his well worked hand against my face. His lips pressed to mine, his tongue flitting against my tongue. His fingers tangling in my chestnut curls. Pulling me further into his mouth. His thumbs on my collar bones, pressing me into the soft earth beneath us.

Kissing my throat and taking my skin between his teeth, he moves confidently, mapping out my body like an ocean floor. His hands and mouth gliding, hovering over my peaks and valleys. His teeth grazing, then capturing and releasing me. His saliva cooling in the breeze and then evaporating in the soft rays of sun.

Feeling the branch touch me again, my belly muscles clench involuntarily as it scrapes delightfully up my side. I can sense the tiny bumps and knots along it’s lengths as it travels over me. He begins to tap it on the top of my thighs. The tapping becomes a drumming and then a crack crack cracking as I inhale sharply under its wrath. Tap, tap, crack it goes across my legs, stomach and breasts. Tap, tap, crack, it goes across my arms and hips. My nipples pert and tingling. I feel slight stinging welts rise across the landscape of my body and then his lips are kissing away the sweet lingering pain.

Abandoning the switch for his hunger he begins to sink his teeth and mouth into my flesh. My finger nails now at the ends of stretched fingers worrying the ridges of the tree I’m tied to, my breathing quick and shallow. I can feel his hunger for me, his wanton need. His rough workers hands cupping and his strong fingers grasping at me, pinching in gentle handfuls. He is inhaling me, the tip of his nose surfing over the fine peach fuzz that rises to his touch.

Gathering my breasts at the sides, he tweaks and rolls my nipples between his slightly raspy fingertips. His mouth is on mine again, I strain upwards to meet his deep enthusiasm. He sucks my bottom lip eagerly and then moves in to devour me again and again.

He seems to be everywhere around me, sheltering me, subduing me, elevating me. His hands on either side of the curve of my belly, he grips me tightly. Nuzzling his nose and lips over my stomach and mound, he runs his fingertips through my neatly shorn pubic hair. Resting his head against my right hip, his body laid out alongside mine, his fingers running through my fur.

Spreading my legs slightly as a welcome, his able digits find their way downwards into my wetness and begin to lean into my folds. My clit is plump and aching for his touch as they find it. “Mmm” he hums beside me. Exploring and nudging he begins building pressure and friction. The pads of is fingers circling, I can feel myself swelling against them.

The pressure mounting into a glow, I’m so wet now. Slithering through my slick lips to the entrance of my velvety softness his fingers tease me and dance over my labia. Slick with my excitement they swim with intent to enter me. Placing his lips over my open mouth as as they do, he draws my quiet moan into himself.

The pressure of his meaty palm against my clit, his fingers sink into me. One and then two probing upward towards my honey pot. Kissing me deeply as he finds his mark, his submerged offerings begin to pulse from within me. His tender mouth moving in organic tandem with his motions, I’m floating outside myself.

When he whispers “Open your mouth” I comply in a daze. Retreating from my silken cubby his creamy fingers find their way to my tongue. I close my lips around them and swirling my tongue, suck them clean. Licking my lips with his pointed tongue, he hums “Mmm” as though he was tasting haute cuisine.

Repositioning himself between my open legs, he tastes from the source. His finely textured tongue slithering over me, lapping up my liquid exuberance. Again and again he drinks me in, I’m engorged and hungry for more. My hips rising to meet him, I grind myself onto his slippery face.

Taking my swollen bean between his teeth he suckles while his tongue lols circling again and again with increasing fervour. I feel a siren rising, radiating from the location of his pointed attention. I’m panting now, my mouth half open. “Mmm” he hums musically against me, sending tiny thrills through my core. “Mmmmmm” he hums as his fingers enter me again.

Curving up seeking my g-spot, he presses further and further in. I’m breathing out in small moans as the rhythm ascends. “Mmmmm” he hums against my palpating pussy again as my legs begin to buckle. Oh my god! This sensation is everything and too much, I’m so close…

I begin to struggle slightly, I’m not sure I can bear the intensity of what I’m feeling. Anticipating me he adjusts to hold me in place, but I can’t stop myself. Catching my breath as I begin to bare down onto his knuckles, I let out a sound. A sound much to loud for me not to hear it over the blood pounding through my ears.

“Mhhhhm” he growls sending deep vibrations through my throbbing pussy as he sinks deeper and harder inside. “Mhhhhm” he begs wordlessly as I teeter on the razors edge…

I can’t fight the symphony flood anymore. It tsunamis through me, surging in giant waves of giddy bliss. He pumps it out of me gleefully as I twerk and shudder heavily. Moaning out in gasps with zero regard for where we may be or who may hear, I cum hard, I envision the hot breath leaving me in clouds.

As I tremble and descend, he kisses me warmly on my inner thighs. “You are sooo wet”, he marvels. Lazily tracing me with his creamy fingers. “Ooooh” he coos, as they steal into me again, one, two, then three. Placing his other hand on my thigh he asks, “Are you ok?”. “Mhmmm” I whisper as I nod my head. Adjusting and rotating his wrist, I can sense all five fingertips perched together, breaching me carefully.

I relax and relent under the building pressure, breathing deeply. Oh so slowly he wriggles and twists his ingressing bony soldiers into my fox hole. Waves of sweet tender pain wash over me, followed rapidly by surging endorphins. “Ok?” He prompts again. My mouth already wide open, I exhale “uhhhhhhhhh huh”. I can feel the force of his knuckles and his excitement. I know he’s watching his invasion closely. As the threshold is broken, I shout out in surprise. His moan of appreciation vibrates through me. I know he’s hard as a rock between his legs.

The sensation of his fist inside me is unreal. The pressure, nothing I’ve ever felt before. My G spot permanently engaged, he begins to lean into me. My guttural moan sending little charges of electricity through me to my core, his wrist stretching my opening as he angles it upwards into me. The pressure building fast, my sounds are unevolved and animal as I begin to climax. My body is hijacked as my pussy sucks him in, I’m bearing down again now. The warm liquid trickling and then torrenting over his wrist, when he pulls out with a tug. I can hear the gushing rush through his fingers to land on the blanket as he slaps and rubs at the geyser, moaning excitedly. My body is singing with the waves of pain and pleasure as my sounds come in barks.

He can’t hold back his wanton needs anymore. He mounts me and I’m so soaking wet, he slides right in. “Oh my god!” He exclaims, “it’s soooo hottt”. Tilting my hips up to meet his vibrating pelvis, I wrap my legs around him. Rocking together, I can feel him swollen and throbbing inside me. Resting on one arm, he pulls the blindfold from my eyes with the other. Dropping his mouth onto mine his tongue probes into me hungrily. We are moaning and colliding and kissing as he pumps harder and deeper in, my legs clasped and pushing his flexing ass down onto me.

Pulling out slickly, he walks on his knees up to me until his wet pulsating cock is in my face. I suck him in, my tongue curving to the shape of it. My wrists pulling at the rope as I endeavour to make my lips meet his belly. His fist grasping a handful of my curls as he exuberantly forces me down onto his rigid member. His back arching as his pelvis meets my face. His siren howl makes my soaking pussy tingle as his hot cum surges into my slobbering mouth. Panting in growls he shudders and pumps as I suck him down. Collapsing next to me, his chest heaving from exertion, he kisses my lips, my face my neck. He pulls me tightly to him as we descend the latter.

When my eyes open again, they are greeted by the beauty of where we are. And when he unties me and I can sit up, I take it all in. The clearing is surrounded by an incredible birch grove, their canopy encircling us and waving only slightly. Rubbing at the rope impressions on my wrists, I wonder at all the shades of green.

As he pours me a glass of wine that he manifested from the picnic basket, I wonder what else it holds and how long we can stay here in this sacred space, and of course when we can return again.

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