Author: vw3l

Marcel’s hand begins to move forward, to the beauty the flashlight was revealing, finding it extremely moist, thank God she wasn’t wearing any panties. He starts to surrenely move his fingers up and down her oceanic trench, feeling all of the juiciness of her lips enclose his fingers. As he moves back and forth, he finds that she’s quite unshaven, filling in the part of being a tailed animal in the forest. She starts grinding away a bit, her body moving as effortlessly as her skirt through the cool breeze. She starts licking on his neck and sucking on it, careful as to not break any blood vessels. She drops the flashlight and moves her hand to his pants, finding a log that didn’t come from the floor of the trail. He quickly unbuckles his pants, and stands up, allowing her to begin licking his shaft up and down. Feeling the full length of his penis be entitled to this mystical forest nymph’s ritualistic undoing of societal thoughts, she runs her hands up and down his inner thighs, bringing back the tingling brought on by the cool breeze of entering the forest earlier, remembering just the trees and nothing else. She starts to put her top lips around his supple, caramel apple of a head. Entwined by the naughtiness of the tail and the public location, he makes his way to laying down, allowing her to fully open her throat to take on his now fully erect monster of a snake. Marcel finds himself being vacuum sucked by mother nature herself, feeling the blond hair encapsulate his own forest region. He likes to stay trimmed enough for a personal happy trail, but doesn’t grow enough for it to need cut too much anyways. Read more »

He hands the clerk the change, and dashes out without a receipt, he wouldn’t look at it anyways. As he looks up at the sky, he realizes he has to put a bit of a pep in his step to get back home before dark. He’s still got a way of light, but doesn’t want to keep his dog waiting too long. He makes his way back to the start of the forest and feels a cool breeze whiff through his hair, smiling as he gets a small tingling feeling at the back of his neck. He starts walking, notices a couple jogging with their dog and flashlights out already. He decides to turn his on too. As he’s walking, he sees a black and white plaid skirt walking towards him, and he starts to nervously look around somewhere else, as to not cause any unnecessary attention to her. He looks down at the skirt’s feet, which are rocking some worn out, classic converse with knee high socks, looking like a classic school girl that runs wild after class. Marcel looks up a bit, to see a pretty blonde headed girl doing the same as him, looking around to not cause attention, accidentally meets his dark brown eyes, and quickly looks away again. Stunned by the energy between them, Marcel drops his flash light, and stumbles a bit trying to catch it. But its too late, the light is rolling away just in front of the dirty converses, when he notices the surprisingly clean laces in a perfect bow. The girl in the skirt looks slightly frightened, but quickly bends down and grabs the flashlight. Read more »

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…

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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. Read more »