A stroll through the woods.
I happened upon you once again today. You were strolling through the woods with a slow determination to reach your destination. But where is it that you go on these walks? My curiosity was getting the best of me. Or maybe I was looking for an excuse to study you longer this time. I couldn’t allow you to just walk on by again. There is so much more of you to discover.
I followed you from a distance, hoping that the pounding of my heart wouldn’t give it away that I was near. You had your hair in braids today. Two tight, perfect braids. The kind of braids the naughty girls wore in school. The kind that beg to be pulled as I pound you from….. Sorry, lost myself for a moment…
I noticed with the influence of the wind that pulled at your cape, that you were wearing the tightest of white dress shirts under the constricting grasp of a corset. Your proportions were testing the buttons with every bounce of your subtle chest. This only seemed to amplify the schoolgirl fantasy that plays through my imagination on those lonely nights. I had eyed your silhouette before, but it did no justice to what I was seeing today. I can only imagine how the sands of time would be begging to exist in your perfect hourglass figure. I would gladly turn myself to fine grains, if it meant I could be inside of you for even just a moment.