As I walked through the forest on my holiday in the glorious British countryside I suddenly came across a fork of two paths. They were not sign posted so it was down to me to decide.
One path looked smooth and public and the other a kind of crooked mess that I call rutted.
To me it was rutted because the path was made of very old looking stones that had come loose giving way to foliage that sprung up around.
Now me being only clad in shorts, tank top and a pair of low heel tennis shoes would think to take the smooth public path. However I was on holiday and so I marched straight along the rutted path. All along I felt the stones through my soft rubber sole shoes but I didn’t care an adventure was an adventure and I may not be back this way for some time.
The air smelt sweet like freshly mown grass. The trees blew slightly inwardly and a bird or two chirped away making my ears delighted to hear their song.
The further I went the more I noticed the path become slightly darker as if the trees grew thicker sheltering the sunlight.
I came upon a picnic spot and decided to take a break. I unpacked and then had a kip on the table.
Not sure how long I was there I suddenly woke.
Faces appeared and leered down at me.
The faces were of men of various ages. Some I would say were young and some not quite old but looked more mature than the rest.
Hands grappled at my clothes and I was lifted off the table and thrown against a tree bare bollock naked except for my shoes.
Then they tied me to the tree so I was bent over.
Guess what happened next. They only started fucking me again and again and again. Oh gosh how I wanted this. To have thick cocks in me.
This went for hours until……
Until I had to stop writing and start pulling one off at my writing table thinking of all that action I had got.
End.
