You invited me to the hill on a picnic.
I think you were born with a backpack, how many excursions we made together.
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I have a special respect for the active (not agitated) people who love enough nature to have any motivation to go on the road and the power to motivate others like me who manage more thoughts than miles along the seas , along the hills or mountain ridges. But I can be persuaded, more and more easily, to surrender to a beauty without counterfeiting such as nature, our everyday therapy, against the wild wind that sometimes beats civil society. Just the two of us, under a forest that was shimmering with the colorful leaves, the unique fashion, patented by a gentle autumn, walking on the shady red carpet but with consciousness with itself. He was beautiful, a brown-haired with brown eyes, in which I was drowning. We were playing something on the blanket, maybe words on certain themes or other creative games, until D had come with the idea of breaking down the teaching material and attacking my open arms, winged like the leaves that did not think anymore took flight from the designated branches of birth, for an independent, personalized life. He fell on me with all his manhood hunger, taking off the shorts, the T-shirt and the bra, the camouflage props in front of the true nature, kissing me with thirst, walking his hands on the waves of my feminine body, tasting my nipples, spreading my feet with the thirst of a fish thrown back into the fresh water, after having taken a dry snack of earthly life. He was kissing my breasts, full of fervor, and I was filming the environment in the meantime. He was causing fiery meetings between his tongue and the tips of my chest, and I was pandering the nearby and distant bushes, he began to taste me, he was starving for me, and I opened my eyes wide, contrary to the custom of the nature, which was mirroring the intervention of man in its impeccable creation. And D. wanted the act itself to be impeccable, he sucked my fingers together one after another, he caressed me, letting saliva in my navel to feel the humidity of his omnipotent body, even over human nature, which I had, and in which I squeaked softly in his grip, made me soft as the hot bread in his mouth, I let myself be revealed by him to enjoy me. I felt and accepted his organic penetration as a soldier of fighter destiny, which was marching in a rhythmic cadence, determined by the strike and the taking of the hostage, which I was, willingly and by the desire to break out of a love with flame sharp, red and blue. He penetrated me with all his strength and being, the cells stacked the pile of sensual attention, and walked through me as a devoted subscriber of nature and woman’s body, bringing me bouquets of flowers in the straps of my thighs and cheers into the ear pavilions. He was sparkling and appetizing by his arms with which he supported me, with whom he defended me and struggled in a struggle of approaching and removing, in the paradox of union between our bodies, he was leaving and coming, he was not coming much and he was leaving again, and he was repeating that again and again, until the taste of the wet and fertile land, the forbidden fruit of the heaven, the dedication of the open thighs. He was enjoying me with lust and I was pining the bear in the forest that was not coming …
– Take off your slip and see how free you will feel in the green glass of nature.
– But I have the impression that somebody is seeing us, maybe with binoculars, they’re fixing us from the distance.
– Take off your bra to feel with your naked breasts the breeze, the quiet air of the forest, dressed in a satin mystery.
– But will the bear come out of the forest’s mystery over us?
– Let me explain, I’m actually that bear and I am coming over you now, I am coming and coming, feel how strong I want to come to you? Close your eyes and you will see that here, in my embrace, nothing bad can happen to you … so leave yourself in my will, relax your hip muscles, I lift you to my belly to feel you interrupting the fire in me with the fire in you, I push you with my weight to admit that at this moment the dream becomes reality, when you feel my penis full of pain and pleasure, you raise your middle as a floating bridge in welcoming the little god, being in the struggle for conquest and completion.
-You’re right, I’m moaning at your ear, you’re my bear, which I was afraid of, and that I dreamed of coming and trying to take my soul, breath and memories.
– Do you like it, my dear? Will you let the bear steal your honey from your hot hips?
Your words have quenched me and they managed to transpose me to a bed of soft herbs, with flowers on my head, your arms and surrounding bushes becoming my friends and servants of just greenish love. I wanted to enjoy without fear and you managed to feel you in all your attractive anatomy. This time I freely released my feet to get you with your golden twig in me, between the blossoming leaves and the amazing flowers. We are breathing more and more in the crown of charm, you walk your fir tree through my abisal membranes, growing in the meantime until the tree was made. It was a whole nature inside of me that played the voices, your voices, mine and the voices of nature. In the middle of nature we became poets, we knew how to describe every moment of intimidation, passion had no limits. I never thought I could make love in the middle of nature, that I could give free to the senses. I have always relaxed in the middle of it, admiring the landscapes, listening to the water, the chirping of the birds, photographing the wonderful corners of this wonderful landscape that nature gives us. Now I am in your arms and I am glad that you are a nature lover , that we can share the same desires, that we have given free love and tried what I never tried in my life. I left myself soft in your vanity arms, then lifting me to wash in the cold water of the river that was nearby. I felt like watching your hungry eyes, I turned around and I smiled at you, continuing to cool my body very infuriated. Then I put my clothes on me, my nipples being raised from the cold spring water and I came to you. I noticed your eyes on my nipples, you grabbed my hand and pulled me to you, touching a bold nipple. I obeyed to you and I closed my eyes to those moments of excitement. Then I opened my eyes and I approached your lips to taste them again, to feel their moisture. Your denuded chest gave me creeps, and your strong arms were making me feel secure. I felt like a woman near you in the true sense of the word.
Nothing will make me want to have someone else beside me, as long as you make me feel safe, as long as you make me feel wonderful things of life. And I opened my eyes and looked at you. You seemed to fall in love with me, you were expressing your desire to always be around me from now on.
