Into the Woods – Part 1

Hunting season. Yet, my husband and I decided to drop everything on our way-too-busy schedule and leave overnight for a well-needed and deserved hot date.

It’s the first time we leave our children without a babysitter, so we don’t go too far. We chose a place we have already tried before. It’s the last house at the end of a little trail in the woods, and nobody can disturb us at the outskirts of the tiny town.

Of course, before we drive there, my husband takes me out for a late lunch in Tremblant. In the truck, as he drives, I put on my sexy clothes he chose specifically for this date. I get his attention … White shirt with deep cleavage, short black skirt that slips up and comes close to reveal what is meant for his eye only when I walk, (very) high black heels and a black vest. Last ingredient to create the perfect outfit: bright red smack and same bright nail polish. After some delicious poke bowl, we drive to our Airbnb.

We unpack our stuff. But I have to say that while I’m enjoying a very late afternoon coffee outside under the light rain, by the little creek, my husband has already eyed the land and knows we don’t have deer nearby. I know he is not totally in with me. Well. I’ll just have to become his doe. And he will chase me. As the hunter or as the deer, time will tell. Until both of us lie down, exhausted and relieved from the hot rut, I won’t stop dragging my male closer and closer. He might think he gets me. But it will be I that gets him.

After starting a fire in the living room, we put on a scarf and head up the road, where a path leads to the forest. We discover this beautiful pond, muddy, a paradise for moose. His eyes are all over the place, and his ears are up like a radar. I need to do something, or otherwise the instinct of a hunter will take over and go for the moose rather than the doe!

Taking him by the hand, we walk into the forest, on the path. I start walking ahead of him. Slowly and sexy-ly. I romantically take off the vest, drop it on the ground. Then, turning just enough to look at him with eyes full of play, I take off my shirt. And even slower, the bra falls onto the ground next to the shirt. Now I know I have his attention.

The deer looking at his doe sees nothing else. Feet together, as my hips dance to music that can only be heard for those in that mood, the skirt goes down, and down, and down until it slips completely onto the ground. And so follows the string. There in the forest, standing next to the bare trees that have been stripped of their glorious leaves, I have been stripped of all my clothes, and I stand gloriously, with a victor’s mind because no moose will distract his heart and mind. I have hooked my deer. He comes, not allowed to touch me, just to look and to drool over what he knows will taste so delicious … but will be kept for later.

(“It’s cold outside, let’s put the clothes back on and keep on walking!”)

We walk back home, hand in hand. His eyes have nothing to drool over anymore, so we go back to the pond. Looks for moose. Now is the time for him to become a photographer. To make sure one more time that no moose will distract him away from me. With my lusciously red lips and nails, I draw his attention to me again. Camera, set, let’s roll!

His lips are going all over my neck, and my cheeks, and my arms, and my … where is my shirt? His hands rapidly find their way inside my legs. Of course, it’s warmer! And there’s already warm liquid steaming off, which leads him straight to the point. No need to be pleaded; his majestic penis finds the way right into me. At first in my mouth. That left some bright marks all around his cock. Then, the warmth of my vagina welcomes him. Now he is all mine. The moose can go back to the forest, or even show up; he won’t notice. One piece at a time, the clothes fall on the ground – again. For his enjoyment, I take all positions he asks. And he goes with the camera, making sure he immortalizes the perfect shot.

“Touch yourself here, touch yourself there. Rub here, rub there. Make noise!” he demands, so I make his every wish my command.

But the cold takes over again. We put the clothes back on, and now the rain is falling hard. We need to head back home fast. My legs are wet but not from the rain; his fingers are scented with the aromas of his doe.

Inside the cabin, the fire has already made the place super cozy. My clothes are wet, and I’m soaked. I put on a robe they offer at the Airbnb, and sit by the fireside. We decide to start a game. A hot game. Shots in our hands, we throw the dice and start playing. A lap dance, a 69, a back massage, oral sex, a striptease, drinking a shot on the other’s stomach, everything is there to set the mood! It’s getting hotter by the minute in that place!! The robe gets down, back up, back down; it is a real dance!!

The shots need to be filled back up. As a good doe, I get up to serve us. My deer comes from behind me, and his fingers go straight into their favorite place. And they make my juices explode right out of me without strife. It’s a flood. He knows his deer so well. As I’m trying to pour us some tequila shots, he pours out my juices all over the floor. Not one time. No. Many times. He penetrates me with so much ferociousness yet so much desire. I’m spread all over the countertop. Under his total control. I can’t serve shots anymore; I have become the shot!

As the game gets hotter back in the living room. “Hey, we have to finish it sometime, eh?—my deer can’t handle it no more. Rut season. No other choice.”

As he stands, proudly, completely full, he just explodes and discharges all his seeds in my face. I’m lying down in front of him, ready to get all that I can. Oh deer! It’s so exciting! It’s also so delicious to lick and swallow what has landed near my mouth. Oh my doe-y desires have been intensified.

The good thing about being a human is that the woman can have desires as well and can tease the man to make him hard again. To be continued after a meal.

As the man of the house he starts the BBQ and grills our meat. I don’t think a man can be more manly cooking, other than with a BBQ. And he smells sooo delicious! Smooooke …

Even though the meal is amazing and cooked to perfection, we want to get back to real things. As soon as it is over, I head to the shower and get ready.

I am no more a doe. He is no more a hunter or a deer. He caught his doe, and I caught my male. We mate wildly on the couch. He came wildly in my face. And even though I was really turned on, receiving his sperm in my face almost made me lose it. It was all hard to control; I am now way too excited.

Let’s remember what happened after the meal in part 2…