It is peaceful here. The canopy overhead is teaming with life, with natures creation and the only sounds to be heard are our footsteps as we walk and the birds and life present in these woods. We walk in silence, hand in hand and bodies touching, leaning into one another as if unable to stand being apart, unable to break contact for very long. We are miles from any cilvilsation and I am glad. Master knows where we are, I have not got a clue but that does not upset me at all, rather it comforts me that I am able to just ‘be’ instead of constantly thinking and planning and automatically deciding on the vast array of banal details that make up life. I get to walk here instead, in the middle of nowhere with my Master and hearts home. I get to just ‘be’, to feel the grass beneath my feet, still damp as we walk to the stream and although it is early and the earth has not warmed I am not cold, just happy as we walk in silence. I watched him dress this morning, pulling his jeans and tee on, his socks and then boots. Noone was about and no one would be so I remained as I was, naked with only a small silver band circling my neck. Now as we walk I can feel the air caress my skin and I am enjoying this freedom.
Near the waters edge is an old tree trunk, still stood sort of upright and Master sits down infront of it, letting go of my hand as he sits down, leaning back against the trunk and watching. I smile at him then turn and walk further down towards the water, kneeling and letting my hand dip into the water. The cool, cleanisng, flowing water covering my hand, curving around the contours before continuing it journey onward. Silly how little things like this present an incredible urge within.. letting a hand rest within flowing water.
A while later my hand is numb from the cold water. The urge sated I turn and stand back up, walking towards my Master and love, kneeling before him and seeing his smile and nod before turning and nestling between his legs, leaning back into his warm body and feeling his arms surround me, holding me close.
I love you…
I love you too…
I turn my head and kiss him. slowly, deeply, lingering before smiling and nestling closer, letting my body sink to his and my head rest on his shoulder. Watching the world pass by. One of his hands is stroking my waist, my stomach and higher. Lazily, possessively. cupping a breast and letting his nail graze lightly over my nipple before circling around the dark flesh surrounding it. watching as my body responds quickly and visibly to his touch. I know he is enjoying taking his time, teasing and arousing. His other hand is stroking my inner thigh, dancing and scratching lightly, making its way painfully slowly up to its goal and I shift my hips and try to touch him in need, not wanting to wait.
Be still pet…
Whispered in my ear. His breath light and tickling and I whimper in need and desire and still my body once more at his command. My hands resting on his legs as he touches me. I close my eyes as his fingers touch the sensive folds betweebn my thighs, nails grazing slowly as a finger slips between, dipping into that warm wet cove before withdrawing and rubbing lazily against my clit. His lips kissing, licking and nibbling my shoulder, neck and ear as my body arcs to his touch, desire and pleasure flooding my veins. Sighs escaping my lips as I feel his cock harden in its constriction, in his jeans. His hands touching, claiming what is his, moving with intent as he pinches my nipples causing jolts of electric pleasure to cascade through me. Feelings cascading as if they are directly wired to my pussy, to my clit. I cannot stay still much longer and my moans of pleasure and joy become more intense. In response his fingers touch my clit more urgently, nails scratching against the wet tender flesh, dipping inside, teasing until unable to stand it any longer I cry quietly Please… Please my Master…
Release my pet…
Release for me.
And I do, shuddering and tensing as waves crash through me, my mind blank, crying out my love as my juices spill over his fingers as they enter my cove. my cove tightening around them as they tip me over the edge into sweet oblivion. His lips possessing mine and his tongue raping my mouth.
He holds me still, bringing one hand up to his lips and licking slowly before offering it to me to clean. His arms then settling back around my body, stroking my skin as he murmurs softly into my ear, things spoken of between us alone and we stay like that as time stands still. Not caring of time. No rush to move. Watching the water as it winds its way downstream, along its journey.
Later, we move. He lays me down on the soft grasses and takes me to heaven once more. This time passion and need to possess dictating its own urgency. Laid joined together and kissing each other in the aftermath my eyes focus and I see his grin and laugh. He tickles me and I squirm and he lets me wriggle free. Chasing and catching me as he wills it. Pulling me roughly to him as we do as the water and wind our way aimlessly back to where the tent is pitched. Once there lovingly slapping my ass as I shoot inside laughing to put attempt to put some clothes on.
This is our lazy day.
A day of dreams
The pit filled with remenants from fire the night before
The clothes take a few hours more before they are able to be worn..
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