Thursday, 29 December 2011

If you go down to the woods today.......

This is of course the party season, and should you be coming home in the middle of the night, or in the early hours of the morning (Bad girl!) do be careful if you take a short cut through the woods. At this ungodly hour the woods are a dark and mysterious place, and a girl needs to be careful what she does. Remember things at this time and in this place are not always what they seem.

Don’t for example climb that tree to pick the fruit. It may taste ripe and juicy in your mouth, but who knows who might be watching you up there, checking to see how ripe your fruit might be and how good it would be to suck and taste.

Even the very tree trunk might come alive in your girl’s fingers as you run their soft tips down its rough bark.

And in particular, think very carefully before you pause to pick those rank smelling mushrooms, their heads snaking up invitingly into the palm of your hand. They may prove to be something else entirely!

And in this strange half light you can hear sounds that might be something quite innocent, but prove to be something else entirely. Is that a woodpecker you can hear, or is it a young girl having her bare bottom soundly spanked by her mistress who has brought her out to this hidden place so she can take her time to administer her punishment?

And what seems to be the groaning and moaning of the wind might be a man incapable of staying silent as his pleasure erupts into his lover’s lips.

But as you back away from them, anxious not to intrude, be careful that you don’t interrupt another two lovers, girls this time, their naked bodies entwined in Sapphic embrace as they kiss and fondle and explore each others bountiful bodies.

And that girl you can see in the distance is she simply walking her dog or is she Red Riding Hood and her relationship with the wolf not what you would have expected?

Even sticking to the path is no guarantee of safety. Here is a farmer taking home his errant daughter he caught naked with her boyfriend and doing things that no well brought up girl should do.

As soon as a convenient tree stump is found she will be over father’s ample knee while he chastises her upturned bottom in an attempt to scourge her wickedness from her.

He might just as well not bother. Nothing can erase the hungry need in young people to bond and couple and mingle their overflowing fluids, and in a place like this where nature is King, he is pushing against life itself.

And anyway, only the week before her young man had decided that she needed to learn some small degree of modesty. As young men do he had stripped her naked and tied her to the very tree behind which you are currently trying to hide and made her acknowledge that she was a wanton little slattern which she did, squealing and gasping as her body burned with his punitive attentions. The rest of her punishment resulted in both the tree and her running with sperm so you can be sure that they will be both keen to repeat her lesson.

By now you realise that the very fabric of the wood is seeped in fecundity and everywhere you look there is more evidence of life and lust, the very trees seeming to be intermingling.

Over there is a coven of what looks like witches, trying to summon up who knows what.

Maybe they are calling a tribe of dancing demons, their members huge and erect and hungry for carnal satisfaction,

And if they are lucky, the witches will have prepared for them what they most want, an exquisite young girl, tethered and naked, her full lush breasts an outthrust incitement to whatever defilement they have in mind.

Just be thankful that this time it is not you! Next time you come into these woods you may not be so lucky!

But don’t be afraid of all this. Simply find a way of blending in. Sink into the leaves and the moss, and in the luminous glow of the moon let your inquisitive fingers find your secret moist places sending you to your own pagan heaven.

No point in fighting it. It is all too powerful for anyone to resist.

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