Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance
In my mind, I am running naked through
the woods. I am a very good animal. I am a very bad animal. In my mind, we are crashing through the trees, scratched and bleeding from the branches and thorns, daring to be chased, wanting to be caught until we end up here, against this old oak. He is moaning as he pumps me fiercely. Little bits of moss are clinging to my lips and it turns me on. His hands, his hot cock, the river, the sunbeam on my neck, the smell of his skin, it all turns me on. He convulses hard with orgasm, pulsing against me, groaning low and soft like water on spawning gravel. The poor oak shudders and a couple of galls fall to the ground. This makes me want it all over again, of