An unholy light casting itself freely about in a maniacal fashion illuminates an unknown world behind the enveloping, shadowy trees which surround me. A pale blue glow envelops the land, yet the ditch I reside in, moves into the distance as a shallow, receding, complete darkness. Walking along, many things, past memories haunt my mind, leaving trails of residue behind. These things do not disturb my repose, indeed my every thought is more harsh and impure then the last. Gratefully, each distinct imagined past and future vanishes when I catch sight of her solid mass in the mists ahead.
The curve of her hip strikes a drum in my chest when each stride reaches a pinnacle of sway. Boom! Boom! Slow, sultry, every movement betraying animalistic passion and hungry sexuality, her arm swings low and wide with each and every step. Like water flowing downhill, her hand bonds to her wrist and arm. Onward the fluid motion completely mesmerizes my mind, the bounce of her firm breasts, the gentle sway of her long, dark hair in the pale light. Her hand passes over her privates in a motion that is both beckoning and protective. She draws the air in as she walks, and pushes it aside with her powerful stride. It is not the walk of a kitten, a sheep, or a mouse. She has the gait of a tigeress, in her natural element, without fear.
A gust of breeze, most likely caused by her continuing forward motion brings her scent to me. A mix of citrus sweetness and spark combines with the smoky musk of fine incense. The carrier smell, however, is refreshing and cooling, her olfactory emissions are a waterfall of delight and invigoration to me. This causes an immediate flux and excitement of my energy, moving downward, chilling my heart with lust and filling my gut with oozing warmth.
As I indulge in her thick scent, letting it run awash over my senses, my vision blurs, and she steps into the light. No shadow crosses her face, a perfect oval of soft light siloetted against a dark background. Her chin serving as a inverse pinnacle, is a majestic, round point, providing a focus for her delicate features, casting a slight shadow over a powder textured neck . Full, moist, tantalizing lips, they part and beckon me with the promise of velvety emptiness. Her words form in my mind, "wait there, if you can", words I cannot obey but for my most willful moments. She examines me, and licks saliva about her tender fleshy slugs ever so slightly, as if to anticipate her next meal. Her cheekbones are prominent, filling the perimeter of her face with a solid jaw line which only serves to accentuate her long, regal neck. This woman is a queen amongst royalty. As my gaze shifts upward, she begins to smile, a smile that draws me in and fills me with a feeling of kindred I haven't known since before I was born. She knows how much I desire for her, she can read my very soul as if it were written on my face. Her smirk is all at once revealing, beckoning and mocking, sheer amusement on her part, over my fascination regarding her form. My attention is riveted towards her eyes, which have come close enough to be clear and discernable. These pools of liquid light shine forth marking the call of a bright spirit. Here, all her threatening demenor has fallen away, and I see her as a lover, giving, receptive, sensitive, creative and more then willing to go anywhere I want to go with her. Suddenly, as these orbs begin to reveal themselves as intricate gem-like stones within a pool of light, she gives a high, short, staccato laugh, like that of a fairy. Her eyes retreat into slits behind their lids, and I see a playful seductress, preparing to draw me into her game.
She draws a crimson scarf from around her shoulders, revealing the soft, bare flesh of her neck and shoulders beneath. Her breadth and span surprises me, as it is always quite alluring to see a woman with a V shaped torso and a remarkable ass. You can tell they are strong, of will and flesh. I utter a unconscious groan of wanton lust, far outside of any control of my immediate faculty. For I hear the fine cloth run across her skin, very much the same sound as skin does against skin, further amplifying my lust, as I am forced to imagine drawing my arms around her and enveloping her warmth with my own.
She turns, quickly, again with that fairy giggle and with a short bounce runs away.
For a moment I stand, still transfixed by the extraordinary moment which has just taken a small eternity of my time and completely transformed my thoughts into those of absolute possession, eternal union, and hot, sweaty release. She fades from the light into shadow, it takes me a moment still to consider what I am doing, and the potential consequences of inaction. As she nearly fades from view, my logical mind is subdued, the irrational chatter picks up, filling my head with fantasy about what I will do with this woman when I catch her. Thusly, I begin my pursuit.
Muddily, I splash my way along this ditch. High walls line each side with a dirty climb, not an option for someone on the run. Eerie treetops poke their heads above, watching down on our moment of fleeting glory. How many similar incidents have these ancient guardians seen? She hears my steps, laughs loudly, a guffaw deep from within her bowels, and tosses her scarf to the wind. As if possessed by some devious spirit, it floats a path to my face, full of intoxicating odor. My lust is aroused to a peak, and a familiar warmth spreads itself across my heaving chest, for this girl can run fast. Blindly, I push myself to go faster, sheer carnal need begins to over take my senses.
She passes back into my sight as I slowly inch my way closer and closer with every extended stride I take. Her ass is large and powerful, like the rear of a horse, I am sure she would be a great ride. I can see each toned gluetal muscle tense up and release in an instant of time. The rhythm of her marching buttocks matches the frenzied beating of my heart. Gone is all grace and sway, sheer might and strength exerts itself before me in a very sensual manner that somehow defies my immediate understanding of sexual appeal. For some time, I keep my pace, appreciating her backside and broad, well muscled shoulders beneath her tight sweat pants and light colored tank top. I smell her sweat, further refined musk of that incense I crave the opportunity to burn. Her breath comes out in large swells, wet, warm and sticky. I see the mist begin to stream off her moistness. Her stride lengthens, but her gait slows. Each ball-shaped butt cheek still resumes a tantalizing bounce of tension and release. Reminding me, with each and every step, of my own incredible tension, and an impending release. My stamina is beginning to fade, I need to end this chase if I am to win the prize, slowly I creep up behind her, having kept a steady pace, my endurance can suffer this final sprint. As if she knew my plans, she begun to peel her wet shirt off her slick back, and turned to face me with an exhausted, but respecting face, that I could keep pace. She saw that I had gained ground recently, and again became the temptress, throwing her juicy garment at my face. In her rotation, I caught a glimpse of her succulent breast and large, conical nipple. The mammary itself was not large enough to droop, but was still more than a double handful and easily could serve up a mouthful. Overall, the perky titty caught the last bit of my uncaptured attention, and I felt an erection growing in my pants. It is impossible to run at full speed with a giant erection, threatening to tear itself off with every step, it was imperitave that i end this soon. Fortunatly, she gave me a tool to close the distance between us, the wet tshirt, combined with my own to make a snare.
I attempt twice to entangle her leg. Once it wraps loosely, but she breaks free, the other time, I miss entirely, as her thick, straining leg bounds off the muck. Changing tactics, I try for her arm, and succeed.
