Sitting at the walnut tree’s base in our lush garden. Stars prick the sky. My new target: the stream below the road snaking into the park. Not far. But crossing that psychological barrier? Naked in public beats garden freedom. The thought excites me all day. Leaving the yard opens endless doors. Strip anywhere if I dare. It chokes me. Terrifies. My addiction could spiral.
Real risk waits beyond home and clothes. Small town. Sleepy. Shops shutter at 9 PM. Still, night walkers possible. Strangers might spot me. Or locals who know my face. Small places strip anonymity.
The Privilege
Minutes tick. Courage surges. I rise. Approach the gate. Scan around. Deep breath. Push it open. Step out. Outside. Trembling hands shut it softly. Turn. Empty left. Empty right. Dash across warm asphalt. Afternoon heat lingers like a lover’s skin.
Glance back. Our house stares. Me? Eve’s attire. Shiver delicious. Down the embankment to the stream. Low water this season. Gentle trickle soothes. Hands on hips. Pivot. Scan wary. Beatific haze settles. Giggle escapes. What am I doing?
Upstream to flat rock. Sit. Dip big toe. Brrr. Ice cold. Shiver hits. Moon bathes my bare skin in cold white glow. Vulnerable. Exposed. Indecent. Nipples harden. Warmth builds low.
Fingers graze breasts. Eyes shut. Moon’s a spotlight. Porn star unveiled to hungry eyes in dark. Shock them. Impress. Crave me. Center stage. Once.
Lie on cold rock. Right hand trails belly. Reaches bush. Legs up. Feet flat. Spread wide. Savor.
Warm breeze kisses everywhere. Smile at moon. Femme fatale. Exposed.
Should fear. Don’t. Desire rules. Irrational. Hand revives. Tease pubes. Inner thighs. Back to sex. Love these strokes. Pure delight.
Middle finger slips slit. Soaked. No surprise. Smile inside. Up to swollen clit. Swirls spark deep jolts. Orgasm seconds away. Stop. Breathe. Tease longer.
Shift center. Penetrate slow. Deeper pleasure. Middle and index thrust. Palm slaps clit. Waves build.
Can’t hold. Wave crashes from afar. Shakes. Empties mind. Body owns. Cum hard. Bite lip. No scream. Silence falls. Air soft. Forgot where.
Breathe. Sky stunning. Truck rumble nears. Heart leaps.
Post-orgasm haze. No flight urge. Cross stream. Water knees-deep. Cool torpor.
The Excess
Climb bank. Crouch behind safety rail. Watch headlights close.
Town boring. But national road buzzes. Trucks roll. Park hosts RVs. Night sparse. This one slows in town. Accelerates.
Rise. Straddle rail. Wave wildly. Horn blasts. Reality slams.
Fuck. What now? Pray it passes. Does.
Klaxon echo? Parents? RVs? Tremble back over rail. Tumble near. Down to stream. Crouch. Listen. Heart pounds. Quiet. House dark. RVs still. Close call.
Recross. Colder now. Shiver. Up to road. Check. Cross calm. Gate home.
Too easy. Smile. Back mid-road. Vulnerable. Hear any car miles off. Midnight safe.
Lines inspire. Cartwheel on dashes. Perfect. More. Giggle insane. Bare gymnast. Men’s sport for sure. Round-off. Balance. Split. Exposed view. Motion left. Panic. Fall soft.
Cat. Gray fur. Yellow eyes. Mutual shock. Laugh.
Mad. Time home. Sprint gate. Lean cold metal. Done. Fantasy real.
Fumble latch quiet. Inside. Safe. Smile to tent.
Flop on sleeping bag. Panting. Brain races. Seen naked by stranger. Loved it. If stopped? Run or pose? Fear mixed bliss.
Trapped in game. Crave more. Sleep fights. Tomorrow’s plans swirl. Drift off smiling.
