In The Dark Woods

Something wild is loose...

The treebark pushes hard into her back through the flimsy material of her dress. Her arms are spread out to the back, tightened with ropes around the tree. She has no idea where she is or if she’s alone, blindfolded, and vulnerable.

Something tickles her skin, starting from her bare toes and moving slowly up. Her legs shake while she tries to pull away but they are tied up and she inhales with a stutter. The heat and her terror cause her to sweat, and the dress clings to her body. She shivers as a breeze blows over her half-naked wet body.

A feather, grass, a leaf, or worse, a spider? Now tickling her throat, lips, eyes and ears. Slowly circling her face and down over her throat again. She pushes herself forward, shaking her head. A moan escapes her mouth as she now realizes the intent behind it. The object lightly trails down the length of her body.

Agony fills her being, and images assault her mind, she should scream, call for help, not this insane enjoyment of it. Her dress lifts slowly away from her knee, the cool air traveling up her bare legs, between her thighs. Her minds tell her to keep her legs tightly closed, but her body betrays her yet again.

Her breath is coming faster, imagining what is happening and what is in store for her in this quiet place. All reason has left her now, only aware of the need screaming from her body. Her heart races in anticipation and dread, making her feel faint. The danger causes an adrenaline rush through her veins, pumping powerfully.

Nothing matters anymore; her fantasy has realized itself, and she is falling right into the experience. Mindless enjoyment and acceptance as she allows herself to be the sensual being she has always been.