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    Into the Woods

    I don’t wait to be told. I don’t need to be told. I WANT to be naked.

    There’s a place here, hidden from view, where I usually undress. For some strange reason, whenever I do this, I fold my clothes neatly and hang them over the overhanging branches.

    I start walking towards the camera, staring straight into the lens. I’m trying to do my best ‘catwalk’ walk but I don’t get very far before embarrassment takes over and I run towards you and throw my arms around your neck.

    You kiss me hard and then, in a single movement, pull me across your knees and give me three sharp slaps.
    Then it begins, first the champagne, then the bottle, then those ’strange and unusual’ things in your bag. All I know is, throughout the coming blizzard of kisses and tweaks and stings, is the overwhelming feeling of the absolute and unquestioning love I have for YOU.

    The experience of kneeling on the damp leaves as you slide an inflatable plug into my bottom is EVERYTHING to me. The place in my head where you take me again and again is where I find a fulfilment I never imagined existed.
    Of course there is more champagne and more kisses and shocking surprises. This is OUR time, where we can be who we TRULY are, lovers.

    There is one who lovingly leads and one who delightedly follows. A partnership made in Heaven (with occasional delicious hints of Hell).

    I’m leaning against a tree, my face and body streaked with the tracks of our various fluids. You are naked from the waist down, the result of a wonderful tribbing session. You are sitting facing me, looking deep into my eyes, your arms wrapped around your knees.

    Without losing eye contact I move across the leaves towards you and kneel at your feet, my legs astride. Still looking deep into your ice-blue eyes, I let go and a stream of pee splashes over your exquisite feet. You have taught me how to controlling things down there and I stop to allow you to run your hands over your wet ankles and feet and bring your fingers to your lips … and my lips … and both our lips as we kiss. A kiss that’s long and deep and strong and full of meaning.

    My pee splashes over your legs, sparkling beautifully in the shafts of afternoon sunlight. Your next instructions are very clear. I am to sit facing you, legs spread wide. I am to lean back supporting myself on my arms. I watch as you extend a dripping foot and touch your toes against my oyster. There is no resistance as your toes move between the wet lips and enter me.

    I can’t really describe how this feels. It’s way beyond naughty … I just LOVE it!
    But now you bring your other foot into play and now I understand what you have in mind. I’m being led back up that mountain again. The pleasure starts in my thighs and moves up to possess my pelvis. I look into your eyes, and your smile tells me all I need to ever know.

    As I get closer to my destination, OUR destination, I know what I must do. Your insistent toes, the fact that my cunt is awash, the look in your eyes … I come!
    My God how I come!
    As the surge of pleasure bears me away, I let go fully and it splashes over your feet. The release is so primal and vital. WE are alive!

    Later, as your nestle me in your arms, I gaze up into the canopy of the trees. This moment might be a time to make a wish.

    But I do not need to. My wish has already been granted.

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