| Author: | Beverly Langland | ISBN: | 9781370357680 |
| Publisher: | Beverly Langland | Publication: | February 26, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Beverly Langland |
| ISBN: | 9781370357680 |
| Publisher: | Beverly Langland |
| Publication: | February 26, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Alex overcomes her inhibitions to run naked through the deserted forest, her private rebellion the reaction to events beyond her control. On impulse she slips off her clothes, trying to rekindle the affinity she once felt with Mother Earth. Alex finds the warmth on her exposed flesh wonderful and the unaccustomed strain on her muscles surprisingly therapeutic. Tired, Alex lays beneath a great tree to bathe in the glorious sunshine. As she lazily masturbates, a great elk - king of the forest - transforms into primitive man who claims her for his own, ravaging the woman, then leaving her exhausted and rejuvenated.
I felt connected to the soft earth, more connected there than to the bricks and mortar I foolishly still called home. As I delved deeper, my sense of belonging grew strong, the lure of the wood overpowering my underlying sense of trepidation. I felt empowered, felt a strong compulsion to venture further, to lose myself within the multitude of trees.
He was all animal. All instinct. All beast. He showed no discernible emotion towards me as a woman. He made no attempt to kiss, no attempt to seduce. He used me as wild beasts use the female. Only a few harsh grunts passed his lips as he callously pinned me against the tree. That suited me fine. I felt in no mood for romance, in no mood for love or unnecessary complication.
Alex overcomes her inhibitions to run naked through the deserted forest, her private rebellion the reaction to events beyond her control. On impulse she slips off her clothes, trying to rekindle the affinity she once felt with Mother Earth. Alex finds the warmth on her exposed flesh wonderful and the unaccustomed strain on her muscles surprisingly therapeutic. Tired, Alex lays beneath a great tree to bathe in the glorious sunshine. As she lazily masturbates, a great elk - king of the forest - transforms into primitive man who claims her for his own, ravaging the woman, then leaving her exhausted and rejuvenated.
I felt connected to the soft earth, more connected there than to the bricks and mortar I foolishly still called home. As I delved deeper, my sense of belonging grew strong, the lure of the wood overpowering my underlying sense of trepidation. I felt empowered, felt a strong compulsion to venture further, to lose myself within the multitude of trees.
He was all animal. All instinct. All beast. He showed no discernible emotion towards me as a woman. He made no attempt to kiss, no attempt to seduce. He used me as wild beasts use the female. Only a few harsh grunts passed his lips as he callously pinned me against the tree. That suited me fine. I felt in no mood for romance, in no mood for love or unnecessary complication.
