Forgive some of the errors, or misplaced punctuation, as I wrote this on my phone. The story was inspired by a fellow Redditor, her body and specific kinks. It bounces back and forth from her to the narrator. It’s my first time putting forth any of my writing so please go easy, I am definitely up for constructive criticism though.
***Note: If rape fantasy, anal, BDSM, free use, or cheating are not your thing, don’t read any further.***
I get out of my truck and stretch. I Take a look at the little suv I parked beside and spot a skirt in the backseat…could it be?? Nah! She doesn’t seem like the outdoorsy type. But you never know. The thought slips my mind and I start prepping my gear. Doing mental checks, to make sure I have everything. I nearly forget the smooth nylon rope that will come in handy for hanging my pack away from my campsite at night. At long last I’m ready to go. I slide my pack on my back and lock my truck. I take a look into the suv again and see the blouse and think…”wait no way. Same blouse, same skirt?? This can’t be. It’s got to be a coincidence,” I think to myself. “There’s no way she’d be out here by herself. But if she is, hmm, maybe I’ll see her? Damn Katie, she is really stuck in my head.”