Tender Flesh

Ripe and juicy firm and full of flavor. Take a bite from me, wet and slurping, dripping from your chin and moaning. Deliciousness need not be wasted and left to rot on the branches. Pluck me, I am ready. Prepare

Tender Flesh

Ripe and juicy firm and full of flavor. Take a bite from me, wet and slurping, dripping from your chin and moaning. Deliciousness need not be wasted and left to rot on the branches. Pluck me, I am ready. Prepare

One Morning in the Forest

Steam rises from the river in the early morning. The birds and bugs are chirping, heralding the brightening day, as in me burgeons new curiosities. We have all morning, but no time to waste. The hot, burning sun rises to

One Morning in the Forest

Steam rises from the river in the early morning. The birds and bugs are chirping, heralding the brightening day, as in me burgeons new curiosities. We have all morning, but no time to waste. The hot, burning sun rises to

One Night in the Forest

In the red of night, roughly rocking in an rv, a wild call emerges from me. Guttural and shakey. Flick my hands away from me. Buck my hips and bite my lips. I supress my screams until I’m giddy. Laughing

One Night in the Forest

In the red of night, roughly rocking in an rv, a wild call emerges from me. Guttural and shakey. Flick my hands away from me. Buck my hips and bite my lips. I supress my screams until I’m giddy. Laughing

A Willing Victim

You are enticing me with my very own fantasies. Spinning tales as if you plucked them directly from my mind and adding details I couldn’t imagine by myself. Your dominance is a perfect complement to my willingness to submit, and

A Willing Victim

You are enticing me with my very own fantasies. Spinning tales as if you plucked them directly from my mind and adding details I couldn’t imagine by myself. Your dominance is a perfect complement to my willingness to submit, and

Sleeping, Sensitive

Even in my dreams,The drive is overwhelming. Even in the recesses of sleep,my skin is sensitive,calling to my consciousness to be caressed,for my erogenous zones to be pressed. I am writhing in the bed,surrounded by the pleasant sensationsof cool sheets,

Sleeping, Sensitive

Even in my dreams,The drive is overwhelming. Even in the recesses of sleep,my skin is sensitive,calling to my consciousness to be caressed,for my erogenous zones to be pressed. I am writhing in the bed,surrounded by the pleasant sensationsof cool sheets,

May Lightening Strike

In the recesses of our fears,in the moments of weaknessand complete lack of inspiration,we are lost to the darkness. Let the storms of inner turmoil rumbleand let our latent insecurities be roiled. Let us confront our shallow unintentionsuntil we cannot

May Lightening Strike

In the recesses of our fears,in the moments of weaknessand complete lack of inspiration,we are lost to the darkness. Let the storms of inner turmoil rumbleand let our latent insecurities be roiled. Let us confront our shallow unintentionsuntil we cannot

Follow Me

Far into the forest, high upon the small mountains, the air grows thin. Let our lungs breathe all the deeper. The trail grows steep as we come upon the ridge, And our hearts race as we quicken our pace. Piney

Follow Me

Far into the forest, high upon the small mountains, the air grows thin. Let our lungs breathe all the deeper. The trail grows steep as we come upon the ridge, And our hearts race as we quicken our pace. Piney

Hunting

Seek me out. Let me be your wildest fantasy, and you will already be mine. I am an animal in the brush, watching you hunt me. Whether you move stealthily or clumsily, I see you coming. I beckoned you with

Hunting

Seek me out. Let me be your wildest fantasy, and you will already be mine. I am an animal in the brush, watching you hunt me. Whether you move stealthily or clumsily, I see you coming. I beckoned you with

Conception

In the quiet of the forests, beside the noise of rushing streams, in the fog of clouds colliding with the mountain peaks. You and I continue marching, making a destination of our journey. The trill of tiny birds in the

Conception

In the quiet of the forests, beside the noise of rushing streams, in the fog of clouds colliding with the mountain peaks. You and I continue marching, making a destination of our journey. The trill of tiny birds in the

Appalachia

In the highest elevations of Tennessee, In the misty, mountain air of the Smokies you could have found me. Living in the moment, climbing through the forest, exalting frequently at its age and beauty. Pushing myself to the limits in

Appalachia

In the highest elevations of Tennessee, In the misty, mountain air of the Smokies you could have found me. Living in the moment, climbing through the forest, exalting frequently at its age and beauty. Pushing myself to the limits in