a walk in the woods to remember
He (M33) had always spoken about the woods, me (F22) in the woods specifically, alone and naked. Seemingly alone.. little would I know that he’d be there, somewhere, observing. Some might say a fixation, others maybe a fetish, to me it just seemed like a fantasy.. something he’d maybe done once and liked, built it up in his head to be sexy and mysterious but in reality would just be a muddy, cold and unpleasant experience, but I had to eat my words because it was entirely the opposite.
I took the dog out a few times a day, normally on my own. I enjoyed the peace and quiet, it’s my time to take my head away from work, away from the things I see there and away from normal for a while. That was the case until we reconnected and suddenly every walk filled my head with ideas. My head was busy, every quiet spot wasn’t just a quiet spot anymore, it was a place that I could picture exactly how he’d want me to sit, how he’d want me to play with myself whilst he watched. Every empty bench was somewhere I could imagine him surprising me by just being there one day without telling me. Every car park was somewhere I could risk being caught filming myself for him. I was taking risks I hadn’t taken since I was 18, I started to see the sexy fun in the most mundane parts of day to day life, all thanks to him.