I woke up the next day and in my early morning grogginess wondered if yesterday was just a dream. It was all so ‘Dear Penthouse’ (is that still a thing?) Getting caught in a secluded part of the woods by a woman while I was jerking off. To top it off she then proposed that we both meet up and do… what? The scenarios kept running through my mind. Were we going to watch each other get ourselves off? Were we going to give ea...

It was late in the fall and I went out for a hike in the local nature park that was going to take a couple of hours. It was late in the season so there were no cars in the parking area when I arrived which I expected. The trail was lesser known and traveled which was perfect because I wanted to be alone in the woods and enjoy the solitude. I got my gear together, locked the car, and headed out on the trail. It was a lovel...

Seeking a Cosmic Incitement, the Divine Order selected Celestia. A sacrifice to Osanyin, goddess, and guardian of the forest. Hers was the last of a shamanic people forced into hiding. They were seeking favor and protection from Osanyin through the Cosmic Incitement. All the Incitements presented before her perished. Celestia was unafraid of her purpose. Reaching the peak of her feminine power, the Incitement goes to the...

The High Priestess fastened the belt on the youngling’s ritual robe. She let her pupil bring the dedicated dagger on a gold-ornate cushion and hooked it into the holster. She mumbled the re-run of the ritual for the umpteenth time with her innate verbose opulence, using grandiose-sounding words like ‘perihelion’, ‘solstice’, ‘borealis’ yadda-yadda-yadda. It was clear from her clinical tone that she had given the speech to...

Her feet run faster, propelling her deeper and deeper into the forest until she no longer senses the world she's fled. Sinking against the mighty oak, she muses about the spontaneity of nature – nothing is planned here – no one dictates to nature. Lusting for that same freedom, she sheds her clothes, allows the cool grass to cradle her naked body, and surrenders herself to fantasy. Her heart quivers inside her breast as h...

The wind blew towards her, bringing the smell of forest along with a couple of pale, yellow leaves that landed behind her. Along with the coloured trees in the forest, the air had become somewhat sharper the last week – gone was the chocking heatwave of the late summer, and soon enough the mountain peaks would get the season’s first layer of snow. A smile formed on her lips as she brushed an auburn lock of hair behind her...

Dare I unfurl the banner of my desires Across stubble fields and barren moor Or drag it through dew heavy meadows To hide beneath a willow's curtain, weeping? Should I barefoot and pregnant of expectation Induce grass spears to caress my skin Or dip them in the sparkling flow For minnows to feast upon my need? Might I unravel the beeswax square That burnished key reveal Sacred and sanctified with acid tears Yowled in angu...

The band's encore faded out and the final set for the night came to an end. Pumped-up festival-goers began to pour out of the arena looking to take the party elsewhere – probably to a field somewhere, in true country style. I took one look at the human traffic jam at the arena gates and decided to stay put and wait out the crowd. As the crowd thinned, I noticed the blanket of red plastic cups and other rubbish that had be...

"Now Entering Pisgah National Park" The sign signaled the end of our seven-hour road trip, and I was excited to stretch my legs. The back seat of George's car was not meant for people as tall as me, and my legs were getting numb. Under normal circumstances, I probably would have thrown a fit and demanded to at least spend SOME of the trip up front. George was three inches shorter than me, and Colin was easily six or seven...

Arms of oak reach me. Thoughtful palms. Twigs earned of fingers stare into my skin. Unavailing bark peeled away.   Natures breath sways thoughts.   No rustling.   The whispers of my lilac eyes are heard.   Growth, runs rings around us. Anchored firmly in the soil of your soul.    Rock-hard wood tightly gripped. Caged unrest at the passage. Rooted in the still silence of your body. Basked in a climate of certainty.   Befor...

Lisa went into the forest with her two boyfriends. She was thirty-five, they were nineteen and thirty. She had a beautiful figure, tall and athletic. A brunette with beautiful facial features. Her boyfriends were both handsome, hairy forest men.  She held their hands at each side, her bare, toned ass jiggling as they walked through the trees. The weather was hot in the pine woods. The pine smelt beautiful, holy and cleans...

The wind billowed Karen's blonde hair back as she snuggled close to Bill in his '57 convertible Bel Air. The wide whitewall tires hugged the road as the big heavy car leaned into each twist and turn. A 60's radio station blasted tunes into the air, and they sang along, laughing at each other when they got the words wrong. Bill had his arm draped over Karen's shoulder, and her hand rested on his bare muscular leg. After me...