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episode of Wild and Bed and Enemies to lovers? Fantasy
or is it real? Ah And loves her husband dearly,
but the years together and made them more friends and lovers.
The passion from them marriage along since vanished. Using her
early morning runs as a release for years of pent
up sexual frustration, she enjoys the solitude of her dawn
jogs around the local park her solace before facing her day.
But a disruption to her peace comes that she could
never have planned, a mysterious man who seems hell bent
on challenging her. When Anne responds with anger and frustration,
she doesn't know how fast she will go with this
burning emotion that consumes her. Is this a release of
years of sexual frustration or just another wild fantasy? Hi,
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gentle glow of the morning sun caressed Anne's face, a
welcome breeze moving around her as she jogged gently along
the path next to the pond. She loved the feeling
of freedom of being out at first light. Virtually no
one else was in the park at this time. It
also meant she could avoid going home for that a
little bit longer. It wasn't that she hated her husband.
It wasn't that he was aggressive or abusive. In truth,
they cared very deeply for each other. It was just well,
it was difficult to describe, but although they were the
same age years on this planet, he was somehow a
lot older than her, and when she was in the house,
that age difference felt somehow oppressive, as if he had
lost his motive along the way, while she still felt
hers beating with a passion, passion that really was the
basis of it all. He went out every day and
worked hard. He was staple and secure and oh so boring.
There was a time when they were younger, when he
had dreams and ambition, He had passion, but over the
years it just seemed to seep away. Of course, like
many couples that familiar drudgery had made its way into
the bedroom. The rare times they had sex, it was
very routine. The days of just letting themselves go and
enjoying impulsive carnal delights were now a distant memory. In truth,
this is why she enjoyed the solitude of her morning
run so much. Not only was it a chance to
release some pent up energy, but there were plenty of
private areas around the park where Rank could spend a
little me time and fantasize about strangers with ribbed jeans
and man buns. It would spontaneously appear from between the shrubbery,
tie her ankles together and then ravage her with animalistic passion,
and in those few precious moments, she felt so desired.
The path narrowed as she neared the fishing lake, the
bushes pushing in from either side of the path. Anne
avoided the overhanging branches, still wet from an early morning downpour.
She really did not like the idea of chogging the
rest of her route with wet clothes. And then, out
of nowhere, another runner appeared behind her. He didn't even
seem to notice she was there, as his shoulders forced
her into the wet branches, her face dripping with cold water.
Anne glared at his back as he continued up the path,
seemingly unaware or not caring what he had done. At rate,
Anne sprinted after him, which was no mean feat given
the speed he was traveling. Eventually she caught up with
him and grabbed his shoulder. The man spun around, glaring
at her as if the fires of hell burned his eyes.
What he said curtly, obviously furious at the interruption to
his run, You knocked me into the bush's asshole, and retorted.
You should have moved out the way to let me pass,
he said, running his fingers through his wet and dark
curly hair and turning to run off again. And just
stared in disbelief as she watched him disappear at the path.
Fuck her, she hissed, deciding he wasn't worth the effort
of pursuing. After a few moments, the calm returned to
her body and she started jogging along the path again,
determined not to let such an arrogant asshole ruined her morning,
Eventually sinking back into a rhythm. The thoughts of the
strange man diminished as she round it the lake. The
fragrance of the water, warmed by the sun, caressed her senses,
inspiring her to run that little bit faster, pushing quickly
past an outcrop of shrubs. The silhouette of the asso appeared,
seeming to be bent over next to the lake, as
if getting his breath back. A sense of revenge burned
through her as she ran up behind him, knocking him heavily.
She smiled to herself as he stumbled on the edge
of the lake. Without turning, she called out, you should
have moved to one side. She heard a muffled fuck
in response, and then a loud splashing of water. Resisting
the urge to look back, she picked up her pace
to get out of sight as quickly as possible, reaching
the far end of the fishing lake comfortable he was
still struggling out of the water and would probably make
his way home now. A rush of adrenaline filled Ann's body.
She giggled to herself as she pushed between the trees.
A sheltered gladed opening in front of her. Dapples of
the morning sunlight danced over a field of flowers, a
golden veil that highlighted the vibrant colors and made them
so much more inviting. Sliding her shorts down her thighs,
her hands slid between her legs. The adrenaline from the
earlier confrontation still busts through her body. She could feel
the first caress of her desire as it teased to
the soft material of her panties, accentuated by the kiss
of the morning breeze. Suddenly, a wave of desire flooded
over her as she could barely suppress a loud moan,
lowering herself onto the white flowers, the petals kissing at
the inside of her legs, sending a warm ache moving
through her body. Whimpering gently, and slipped her panties down
her legs. The trembling lips of her pussy clutched gently
with need as the first petals kissed along her folds,
lowering herself back down into the petal flowers. Soft cool
petals caressed along the trembling lips of her pussy, electrifying
her nerves, lifting her spots prow and exposed her regnipus
to the delicious torment of the morning breeze. Goosebumps peppered
her exposed skin as she writhed gently in the flowers,
the petals kissing along the inside of her thighs, forcing
her hips to gently gyrate to their caress. Pulling a
small bunch of flowers from the ground, she brushed the
water to color petals over her nipples. A gentle, pulsing
sensation spiraled through her tight knobs, intensifying the sensations already
trembling through her. Gripping her thighs together, the flowers pressed
their icy caress along her clet, a blush of heat
rupting from deep within her. Lifting her hips, the strokes
of the flowers intensified against her. Her body tensed, biting
her lower lip and grasped at her breast, her fingers
digging tightly into the soft flower. Suddenly, there was a
sound of cracking wood from between the trees. Turning her
head and could make out a silhouette of a man.
The morning sun glistened over his muscular torso and drips
of water. Shivering in the light. Holding her breath a
rorgasm slipping frustratingly from her grasp, she watched him push
his shorts down, waiting to see what he would do next.
A long erection sprung proudly into the sunlight and glistening
and throbbing. Anne watched, mesmerized at his cock as it
bounced in the morning air. It had been a while
since she had seen such an erection, and it was
surrounded by shadows and a little distance away, but even
so she could imagine every inch inside her. Without thinking.
Anne's hands had slipped between her thighs and gently caressed
her folds. Lingering, she gently proded between her lips, feeling
the sensations moving through her body as she watched a
stranger's cock, and gasping slightly as her pussy surprised her
by clutching at her finger tips, a gentle tremble moving
inside her core as her imagination filled with so many outcomes.
Slowly she edged forward through the glade, the cold, damp
flowers caressing the warm entrance of her sacks. Putting her
hand quickly over her mouth, she managed to catch her
a moan before it erupted from her lips, the sensation
of pleasure swirling in her core, the aching needs spreading.
It been too long since she had felt a cock
properly inside her, not just a quick fucking. Then off
his hand reached down his length, loosely, caressing up and down.
His fingertips edged over his balls and massaged them gently,
squeezing them, AND's eyes darted along his length, watching it
swell still further. Laying back, she immersed herself in the
flowers on the gladeground. As she lifted her thighs, parting them,
her fingers slipped inside her pussy. The image of his
cock burned through her mind, massaging it gently, her fingertips
stroking along the walls of her pussy, imagining that beautiful
erection filling her, pushing inside, caressing her with his cockhead.
Clouds of fragrance erupted from the flowers as her hands
rubbed gently over them, thrusting her fingers slowly into a
welcoming sax, pushing another finger inside. Her lips sucked along
his length. In her mind, his moans became louder, somehow closer,
as if he was moaning right in her ear. Damned,
she could feel the heat of his breath as his
hands moved over her body, massaging her ass slowly. His
fingertips explored between the globes of her butt, stroking her
rosette gently. It clutched at the attention, her body wanting more.
His arm wrapped around her, lifting her as he placed
her against a fallen tree trunk. The rough bark bit
at her skin, sending furious stinks of pleasure through every nerve,
and parted her legs, exposing her desire to this man
and taking her panties from the ground. He secured her
ankle to a dead branch on the trunk, removing her
sports brow. He tied the other ankle to another branch
and lay back prone on the trunk. The searing heat
of his lustful gaze moved over her body, her legs
secured firmly on the trunk, leaving her at the mercy
of his desires. There was something about this position, the exposure,
the morning breeze caressing her pussy as it throbbed, a desire,
being the focus of his hard desire, as his cock
twitched just inches from her pussy. The whole situation just
turned herun like crazy. Suddenly, her sight was blackened as
he slid her discarded shorts over her head. His breath
burned at the side of her face as his lips
brushed over her ears. His cock twitched enthusiastically against her
naked stomach. Anne's hands moved to grasp that beautiful erection,
only for him to move her hands back and whisper
hold onto the trunk or tie them as well. The
palm pressed down her stomach, slowly etching over her mound,
his fingers teasing between her thighs and brushing her clip gently,
and could not help but moan loudly in hisstouch, the
need to feel his swollen colck pushing inside her overcoming
any doubts, any securities. Her pussy throbbed her feminine desire,
kissing inside of her thighs. You smell so fucking hot,
he whispered, his fingers sliding either side of her foes,
massaging them firmly. Anne's hips pushed forward, her pussy lips
opening in a silent gasp, Her clit exposed to the
vicious caress of the morning breeze. He pinched it gently,
pulling it. Shots of electricity invaded every sill of her body. Suddenly,
his fingers dropped away from her clip before returning with
a brutal spanking over the exposed knob, the sensation only
accelerating the pleasure moving through her body and bitter lips
to suppress a moan to try and control her desire.
Her thighs clenched in a desperate bit to restrain her
growing orgasm, and gently he caressed her pussy, lingering over
the trembling sensations, enticing them further, and his body arched
with need. Her pussy pulsed with desire, her hips thrust
the response, pressing her knee against his hand. Slowly, his
fingers moved over her stomach, over her breasts, his fingers
pinching her nipples, dragging his nails slowly along them. The
bark of the trunk burned along her back, intensifying the sensations,
electrifying every nerve. His fingers pushed over her shoulders and
kneesed around the back of her neck, grasping it tightly.
Pulling her head up next to his, he moaned, you
want me to fuck you and just nodded limply. Her
body raptured with desire, releasing her ankles quickly, he flipped
her around, pressing her over the trunk, his hands banking
her naked buttons, leaving them raw with pleasure. With his broad,
brutal strokes, his fingers pushing between her thighs and teasing
her pussy from behind, stroking it. Taking his cock in
his hand, he pressed his erection between her lips, sliding
it up and down the length of her pussy, never
entering her. She trembled at the sensation of his pulsing
erection between her lips, raising her hips, she invited him
to enter her, Needy and desperate to be funked, to
fill his lust for her. His hand slid over the
curve of her hips, positioning her as he pushed his
cock painfully slowly inside, stretching her lips around his girth.
Anne moaned loudly at the sensation of his cockhead pressing
along the walls of her pussy, caressing every inch as
if it was the first time she had ever been
touched with such passion, such desire, Pulling her back against him.
His colck pushed deeper inside, his thrust, becoming more determined,
more animalistic. The sensation of his throbbing inside her, of
her pussy clutching desperately electrified her own body, her fingers
digging into the bark, pulling herself against it, then pushing back,
meeting each and every one of his thrusts, forcing him deeper.
The dark moan that echoed in her chest was like
a noise she had never heard before. Tears of pleasure
stun around her eyes as her body tensed, her orgasm, spreading,
crying out pleasure. The sound of her voice echoed around
the tree lined glade as he stopped pulling his cock out,
leaving her empty. Turning her, he lifted her onto the trunk,
his hands pushing her thighs apart as Anne wrapped her
legs around his waist, her fingers moving along his shaft,
Still dripping with her pleasure, she guided it back inside her,
pushing down on him. She whimpered as the tip of
him kissed the end of her pussy, sending a tremor
of pleasure through to a core. His hands cradled her ass,
lifting her. She suddenly felt the rough bark of a
tree biting at the naked skin of her back, as
his fingernails dug into her cheeks and squirreled with a
delightful pang of pain. As they stood there for a moment,
quietly a limbo, before his body eventually started rocking, pushing
his entire length deep into her sex, forcing her up
and down the tree behind her. The growls emanating from
his chest vibrated through his body, moving along his cock
and pulsing deep inside Anne's pussy. Her legs tried to
wrap tighter around him, but as his thrust became more determined,
more intense, more passionate, any control over her legs were
lost in the midst of lust that veiled her body,
hammering hard inside her and gravity pulling them closer than
she could imagine. His teeth biting into her neck ferociously
and lifted her head, exposing the soft flesh of her
neck for more. She wanted more, She kneeded more. Her
finger nails dug into his back, pulling him into her deeper, harder,
her body tensing in a long forgotten passion, his body
pressing against hers, his movements more aggressive, passionate, ani molistic.
Her pussy clutched along his length, squeezing his white girth,
wanting to fill his seed invade every corner of her pussy.
She pushed back against him, leveraging her body on the tree.
His mouth dropped, biting her nipples, sucking them brutally between
his teeth. The shock of passion burned through her body,
as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her nerves.
The avalanche of her orgasm pummeled every selm mercilessly as
she cried out her satisfaction, a climax igniting every cell
in her body, squeezing the irruption of his pleasure, Warm
streams of his cup caressed inside her. His pulsing prolonged
her pleasure as they released their mutual satisfaction, enjoying the
crashing ways of afterglow moving between them. Slowly, he lowered
her onto the white flowers, the cold caress of the
petals contrasting beautifully with the wildfire that incinerated her, The
fragrance of the flowers accentuating her own delicate smell of
feminine satisfaction. Her body still trembling, she released her arms
from around the misticious man and collapsed, momentarily closing her
eyes until her breath returned to normal. The warm morning
sun burned through ryelets. As she awoke, Confused, she looked around.
The shorts came from her head, but her own clothes
discarded around her. Lying naked, she enjoyed the caress of
the morning breeze as it danced slowly over her skin. Eventually,
she stuckered to her feet, reclaiming her clothes and dressing shakily,
her legs still trembling. Looking back at the trees where
she had seen the mysterious man pleasuring himself, it was
now empty except for the golden cloth of the sun
as it drifted through the canopy above. The bird sung
gently somewhere in the branches, as if normality had been resumed.
The fantasy had been so intense even by Anne's standards,
and felt particularly real, so much so her pussy still
throbbed and her ash cheeks burned. Putting her sports prow on,
the caress of the elastic material over her back stung
as if the metals from being fucked against a tree
were really there. Taking a moment, her breath eventually returned
to normal, and she slowly left her hidden spot, checking
for any suspicious walkers, before jogging lightly along the path,
the trimors in her legs not allowing her to run
at any great speed, Slowly rounding the fishing lake. The
asshole joggers surprised her as he was running in the
opposite direction, noticing the material of his shorts for the
first time, Anne realized they seemed somewhat familiar, her eyes
drawn to the gentle, pendulous sway of his semihard cock,
obviously unrestricted by underwear, his gates slow and shaky, he
nodded and smiled a beautifully warm smile just as they passed,
his eyes burning with passion as he held Anne's gaze,
confused and could only reply in kind, smiling and nodding
at him as they jogged slowly on the path in
opposite directions. So a little story, Yes, join me, It's
going to be from whatever, just examina. So until then,
and always with your pleasure in mind. This is devil
in world, Wishing you salacious dreams. Lai