The Wild One

With the light of the full moon, I wander into the deep woods. I feel my body react to soft light, like tiny little fingers awakening me. The heat spirals up from my moist center making my back arch in response.


I have to touch

I want to be touched

I want to be filled

I want to be taken


The wild one is coming; he smells the scent of my desire. Feeling his presence behind me, as he grasps my waist as he pulls me into him. Spreading my legs I give him access, His fingers roam over my sweet swollen lips. My breath catches in my throat his lips find my neck, as I feel his hardness pressing up against me. Turning me around backing me into the tree, where my arms grasp the branches as he lowers his head to taste me. I cry out, pleasure so intense. His tongue flicks, sucks, bites my swollen mound.

My hips buck and I scream for more, I scream for something. He raises his head, so strong and powerful, he knows what I want……I want him….he enters me with a hard thrust, pleasure erupts from all parts of my soul. I feel the thickness of him, the wildness of him as he takes me to a place that I seldom reach.