Fan Fiction
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Into the Woods
Soon you spot a skylark too so now the score is one all. I no longer question how someone like you could love someone like me. I’ve always a little bit in awe of you and I have made it the purpose of my life to be your partner on our journey together.
I notice a rhythm in the movement of your fingers, more purposeful, the pressure more firm. It always amazes me to realise how much you understand my body and the way it responds.
Clearly you are keen to get me to my destination in record time! That tiny area of my body, the side of my clit, seems to be connected directly to my brain.
It happens all in a rush. My back arches. I twist my body towards you, writhing on the grass in a burst of pleasure. My cries don’t scare off the skylarks. They’ve seen it all before!
As the storm abates and the spasms diminish, I fall back and you lean over to kiss me. I can’t see you properly, my eyes are too full of tears.
It will be some time before our thoughts return to the contents of the Esky and rucksack. But eventually we set off again and climb further up the hill. Still a little wobbly, I lead the way this time and I smile like the Cheshire Cat when you give my bottom a stinging slap.
A steep climb and we arrive at our destination. We have not reached the summit of the hill but a dense copse of trees. After the bright sun, the shade is a relief. A tree stump is our table
of choice and soon it is covered with a red gingham cloth (my corny idea) followed by champagne glasses and a big bottle of water.
You do the honours and soon we are proposing toasts and giving each other kisses. The subtle smell of damp leaves and wild garlic take me straight back to earlier times when we were here. I look across to the two trees, side by side, where I was tied for blissful hours. The birch tree from where you cut the twigs with the same hunting knife that you used to slice through my clothing.
Out of you bag appears something unexpected, a video camera and tripod. I know there are other ’unexpected objects’ in your bag but I daren’t think about them.
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proteonomics says
Hi Amy:
Wow, I do like your story, it is really hot, WELCOME!!!, Thank you for your posting. and pps.
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Bibi28 says
Hi Amy, welcome!
Wonderful written,
Thank you for sharing this.
Amy says
Oooh thanks Bibi!