Today my Dear,
On day twelve,
I give to you,
A wicked delve.
Into a world,
Of pain and pleasure,
Where we both will find,
Life’s true treasure.
Today my Dear,
On day two,
I give to You,
A new stick of bamboo.
Use it to leave a line.
Use it as You desire.
Use it to draw blood,
Make my skin burn like a wildfire.
When I arrived at my car, after a LONG day of work, on my Birthday, I found this in a nice little envelope on my driver’s seat. It was written by Professor on actual white Birch bark. It left me breathless. I’m a VERY LUCKY girl!
Walk with me
Through the White Birch Woods
Lay for me on the moss-draped log
Remove your clothes for me, and lay touching the earth
Feel the sun strike your skin and your passion rise
Open yourself to me, and show me the sweet heaven
Where your sex resides
Gasp for me
As I plunge tongue to flesh and lap
Arch your back for me, as ecstasy unfolds in trembling body
And fists clench in cool, damp moss
Feel small for me, as you call forth the stream
Down your thigh and to the moss
Seeking its path to the winding river
Soar for me, beyond the limbs and white crowns
Free from the earthly tethers that hold you back and worry your mind
Until you reach the clouds above
Where I will grasp you, and pull you gently to me
Make you warm, and keep you safe
Walk with me
Through the White Birch Woods
“Are you going to fuck me with that? Would…..you……..please……fuck me with tha……OH!” She gasped as the handle slid easily up inside her, and stopped. “Oh, oh, oh….HOLY SHIT!” was all she could manage. She felt it withdrawing slowly, while at the same time one of his hands gripped her left hip.
“Brace yourself” he said in her left ear, as the handle rammed home again. He began plunging the handle into her in a delicious rhythm, his fist clenched around the shaft slapping into her ass. Every 4th or 5th stroke, he would withdraw it completely and slide it between her lips, over her clit, before pulling back and thrusting it home again. Her body wracked with shivers and electric pulses. She used the log to push herself forcefully back against his thrusts, until she felt as if any moment she would burst into flame. He sensed she was close, and his hand suddenly left her hip, appearing seconds later between her legs, fingering her button. He was only able to make 3 quick circles across it, when she exploded into orgasm, clenching her legs tightly around the handle, gripping the log forcefully.
When her spasms began to subside, she felt the handle slide from within her, and his left hand move from her clit back to her hip. “Oh….” She moaned as she felt the handle leave. “It felt so good…..to be……full.” Suddenly she felt his right hand on her other hip, and saw the handle hit the ground at her feet. She gasped as he pulled her hips hard toward him, and was immediately full again. Only this time, she knew it had to be his cock. It was hot, hotter than the handle had been, and felt easily as big. Hell, maybe bigger. It felt sooo good….she began to push back against him in a slow rhythm.
He grasped her hips, stopped her rocking, and spoke for the first time since he had told her to brace herself. “I have one more thing I’d like to give you. May I give to you right in the middle of your back?” The way he asked, so politely, like asking for a cookie, drove her wild.
“Please” she said fervently, “pul-leeeeeezzzzz!” as he began pulling her sharply against his hips in an ever quickening rhythm. Her eyes, which until now had been clenched tightly closed, flew open as she swore he grew larger inside of her. “OH….MY…..GOD!” she yelled as he suddenly withdrew and spilled hot and wet across her back. The first spurt shot between her shoulder blades nearly to her neck, while the remainder trailed down to a pool at the small of her back. His grip on her hips relaxed as his rough hands rubbed his offering into the skin of her back. She leaned her head on the log, between her hands, asking herself if what had just happened had just fucking really happened. Her back was dry and smooth, when he straightened her and turned her around to look at him. His eyes were piercing, green, and smiling.
“You” he began as he held her by the shoulders “now know the power of the October sun. Why don’t you get dressed, and we’ll finish caching the gear, and maybe we can take a walk in the woods. I can tell you what I know about elk.”
She smiled back at him and leaned against the fir log. “If you don’t mind” she said “I’d like to just stand for a moment and let the sun warm my back.”
“Of course” he replied as he cinched down his leather belt after putting himself away. “Take your sweet time. October sun will turn cold here any day now. Best savor it.” With that, he left her there smiling in a pool of her clothing, as he walked toward the truck to finish the task at hand.
The coals of the campfire glowed a dull October orange as he finished his story. His wife turned her head to look at him. “Well” he asked “what do you think?”
She reached around behind his neck, and pulled his lips toward hers, stopping just short of the sensual kiss he had hoped was coming. “You” she breathed almost inaudibly “need to fuck me right now. And tomorrow, we’re going shopping for a shovel!”
The REAL End 😉
Story written by Professor
I stand teetering on the edge of sanity
Take me into your darkness
Allow me to fall into your abyss
Show me the your malicious light
As you extinguish my innocence
And light me on fire
Mark me deep and permanent
With your unseen curse
And damage me forever
I am Submissive,
I am Generous,
I am Wild,
I am Insatiable,
I am EVERYTHING!
I don’t know
What I have done
To deserve you
In my life
I will ensure
Whatever it takes
To be worthy
In your eyes
I can’t fathom
What stars aligned
To bring your light
Into my darkness
I shall provide
Whatever you desire
To be given
In my submission
Use me hard
Leave me scared
Make me cry
Watch me fly
Please don’t quit
Watch me submit
Declare me whore
Call me yours
*I am very sorry to say that I don’t know the name of this artist. If you do, please let me know so I can give credit or remove it at their request. Thank you.
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