"What a day, what a life." Adam was thinking as he took the short cut home through the woods.
The fact that he even had need of the short cut, or to walk at all for that matter, was down to the act that he had broken down. To Adam this was just another indication that the whole world and its' dog had it in for him. Work sucked, he had been passed over for promotion yet again, and his last girlfriend had recently dumped him to join some religious cult or other with a guy she had to bow down to.
"Mmm." His mind began to wander as he remembered how much she 'REALLY' liked to bow down at times. He shook his head clear of the images.
And now his car had just spluttered to a halt three miles from home. Well it would be three miles by road, but it was only a mile and a half if he cut through the wood.
"Knowing my luck," he was thinking, "at best I'll get lost, and at worst I'll probably trip and break my bloody leg."
"Fan bloody tastic!" He yelled as it started to rain.
Yes, it would certainly seem that Adam Oakwood was most definitely not among the chosen few.
Head down now he hurried on his way, mindful of not only the wet muddy path we followed, but also of the many roots and fallen branches he had to negotiate.
"Bloody weather." He grumbled up at the grey, cloud filled sky, and tripped, falling headfirst through the bushes on the side off to his right.
"Marvellous, things just go from bad to worse." He was moaning to himself, as he struggled to stand, brushing, as best he could, the mess from his wet clothes. He looked up.
"What!!" His bottom jaw dropped, and he did a passable impression of a goldfish.
Adam stared across a grass covered glade, his eyes taking in the small and strange figures gambolling in frantic and gay abandon everywhere he looked. Such was his amazement he failed to notice totally, a) That the sun was shining, and b) that a petite female was pulling at his sleeve and staring up into his face.
"Are you taken?" She asked him in a tinkling little voice.
"Sorry, what?" He looked down, and again he managed that passable impression of a goldfish, which he did.
"Green," he sputtered, "your hair, it's green."
"Yes, and yours is brown." She nodded her head agreeing with him.
"Your, your not...not.."
"Human?" She helped him finish the sentence, which seemed to be causing him considerable problems.
"No..yes...no...Your not human are you, I mean?"
"Of course not you silly man, just look around, no one here is, except perhaps you that is."
"Hmm?" He looked up and this time looked more closely at the other occupants of the glade. She was right, they weren't human. There were what he could only describe as nymphs playing and splashing, naked in the water. And what they were playing. He felt as if his eyes had come out on stalks. He had certainly not seen games like that before.
"Wow!!" He exclaimed, forcing himself to look away.
What he saw next he had seen in pictures and even depicted in a statue, but the reality of it, well it certainly made him feel a little inadequate. A satyr, half man half goat, he thought, but if that shocked him it was as nothing when compared to the length of his erect penis, which seemed to reach almost half way up his chest. That he was the centre of attention for many females, be they nymphs, fairies, heck even a female centaur came as no surprise to him, And then there were..
"You're a dryad." He exclaimed as he once again looked down at his new-found friend.
"Who's a clever boy then," she did a passable impression of a parrot, "of course I am, but you still haven't answered my question." She was bouncing up and down by now, and Adam could tell she was becoming slightly impatient with him.
"Question," he asked her, "What question was that?"
"Grrr." She seemed to growl, a small frown coming to her, as he now noticed, very pretty face."
"Are you taken? Can I have you?" Adam was to say the least a little taken aback by this, and paused to collect his thoughts before answering.
"Am I taken, well the answer to that is no, and when you say can you have me, do you mean..."
"Yes of course I do" She predicted the end of his question, and at the same time she slid a tiny hand down inside the front of his trousers.
"Oooh!" Adam seemed to shriek. "Ooh!" He repeated in what he thought sounded a much more manly tone.
"Mmmm not bad." She informed him as she wrapped her fingers around his already semi-hard member. Well he had been watching the nymphs and the others 'playing', so she wasn't really all that surprised by that fact.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." She sang as she hurriedly undid his trousers and pulled them down his legs. Adams length stood proudly in front of him, twitching slightly.
"Oh good," she looked up at him and winked, "he does want to play, AND that answers the second part of my question nicely."
"Second part?" Adam asked her quizzically.
"Can I have you? From the look and feel of this," she wrapped her tiny hand around his cock and squeezed to let him know what she was alluding to, "I can. In fact I will." And in a blur of movement, her hands moving to fast for him to see, she soon had him as naked as the day he was born.
Adam quivered with anticipation as she stroked her hands tenderly and slowly down his chest, until he felt the soft touch of her fingers slide down the side of his quivering hard flesh. She stopped, then gently stroked upwards with her fingertips, toying, caressing softly.
