Just a little tale

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The late afternoon sun shimmered on the lake’s surface, its light dappled and warm as it filtered through the trees. A soft breeze stirred the tall grass as she wandered off the main trail, her summer dress brushing her thighs like whispered promises. The forest ahead beckoned — deeper, darker, quieter.

She didn’t look back.

She knew he was following.

They’d walked side by side until now, laughter and glances exchanged like the first sparks of a match. But when the trail narrowed, she had taken the lead, teasingly swaying her hips as she stepped over mossy roots and ducked under low branches. She could feel his eyes on her — hot and hungry — even without turning her head.

Then it happened.

An arm, firm and unyielding, wrapped suddenly around her waist, pulling her tight against a solid chest. Another hand covered her mouth before she could gasp. Her heart leapt in panic — then fluttered in something far more dangerous when she heard his voice, low and close.

“Cheeky little fox,” he whispered into her ear, his breath warm. “Are you ready?”

Before she could reply, his lips closed around the delicate edge of her earlobe, tugging gently, sending a shiver down her spine. Her wide eyes searched the trees — and then closed slowly as the tension melted into excitement. She nodded once, her fingers resting lightly on his forearm, the unspoken signal between them.

He didn’t hesitate.

In one fluid motion, he turned her and guided her off the trail, deeper into the woods, where light fell in golden shafts through the canopy and the only sounds were birdsong and the crunch of leaves beneath their feet. Her breath caught as her sandals slipped slightly on the mossy floor, his hand ever steady at her back.

She said nothing. She didn’t need to.

They stopped where the trees grew thick and close. He pressed her gently against the rough bark of a broad oak, his body just inches from hers. She could feel the tension in his frame — restrained, focused — like a hunter circling his prey.

“You’ve been tempting me all day,” he murmured, brushing a lock of dark hair from her shoulder. “Now I’m done watching.”

The belt came loose with a quiet whisper of leather through metal. Her breath quickened as he guided her arms gently around the tree trunk. The loop of the belt came next — not tight, but binding — a promise more than a prison.

He kissed her neck, slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch of exposed skin. The top of her dress pulled down reavealig a beautiful breast, then the other, his touch reverent but filled with purpose.

One hand settled between her shoulder blades, the other slid to her hips. She arched slightly, the forest silent except for the rising sound of her breath and the low rustle of fabric as her dress rose inch by inch up her thighs.

“Every step deeper into these woods,” he said softly, “you surrendered a little more. Are you still with me, Fox?”

She nodded, eyes closed, the anticipation winding tighter and tighter inside her.

And he hadn’t even kissed her lips yet.

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i’m

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Ready for chapter 2

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Well done

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Mmmmm… ok 😏🔥

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Awesome