Good evening you lovely late night perverts and readers of salty things. Tonight’s story is dark and messy, but while the sex is consensual, it doesn’t always read that way. So, with that in mind, choose if you’d like to continue.
Chase Me
My heart pounds in my chest as I chase her through the woods.
The sun is low in the sky, but it’s still so warm out I can feel the sweat running down my back. If I listen closely, I can hear her breathing ahead of me.
“I just want to be tossed to the ground,” she told me earlier. “Actually, not tossed, dragged. Tackled even. Just pushed to the dirt so hard I can feel your desperation and desire in equal parts.”
As I grew closer, I could see her through the trees, finally slowing down. Her blonde hair reflected the last of the sunlight as she bent over to catch her breath, and I wanted her—every inch of her tired body and every moan of lustful protest.
“And when I catch you?” I asked. “What do you want then?”
I leaned in close and watched a blush spread across her cheeks. We had never so much as kissed, but her confession was quickly driving us down a dark path.
“Whatever you want,” she said, a hint of shyness touching her voice for the first time. “Actually, everything you want. I don’t want you to hold anything back. Be an animal, and let me be prey.”
She saw me just seconds before I was on her. She gasped as I crashed into her, knocking her to the forest floor, where I pinned her beneath me and tore at her shirt.
Her words rang in my ears as I gave into every base instinct I could find. Don’t think. Don’t reason. Just feel, I told myself as something terrible grew from deep in the pit of my stomach.
I wanted skin and tears. I want to see her struggle and hear her protest. I needed dirt and mud and naked skin that begged to be devoured. Whatever signs of civility I once had no longer mattered.
All that existed was my desire, and it was inextinguishable.
I tossed her torn shirt to one side before pushing her shorts down to her knees. She screamed and bit, scratching at me as I overpowered her until finally she lay naked in the dirt.
When I sunk my teeth into her neck, she cried out, and when I forced her legs apart, my fingers found her aching and wet. I bit her shoulder as I tore open my jeans, and there was fear in her eyes even as they shone with lust.
“Are you sure?” I had asked. “I can lose myself sometimes. I get carried away.”
“Don’t hold back,” she said with a nod. “Don’t hold anything back.”
“You realize I’m going to fuck you, right?”
I could hear her panting and crying as I pushed my jeans down, her body underneath me, and her face pressed into the ground. I fucked her with my fingers as I pushed her head down with my other hand, and some part of me felt wild and alive for the first time in too long.
When I finally rolled her over to her back, her naked body now covered in dirt and sweat, she also lost her humanity. With a low roar, she reached up and pulled my mouth to hers, and we kissed with devouring hunger. She scraped her nails down my back as I pulled her knee up and pressed my hard cock against her wet skin. I squeezed her face, kissed her again, and then forced myself inside her as she drew blood from my shoulder.
As we fucked, the woods began to grow darker along with us. As the light faded, our remaining humanity vanished too, and all that mattered was whatever desire we felt in the moment. We were nothing but singular purposes which changed only by whim.
I fucked her mouth and pulled her hair. She smothered me in her cunt and tightened her thighs around my head. Together we rolled and tumbled, reaching for whatever we wanted most without regard for the other.
When she finally came, I was taking her ass, fucking her into the dirt and grass with every ounce of strength I had left. Her begging set off her orgasm, and her moans of protestation made her come colors even as it drove me to a wild frenzy.
The sight of her beneath me, dirty and bare, her ass full and her cunt red, was my undoing; I bit her lip as I came. All the while, she shook beneath me, coming around me in fits and convulsions just as full of emotion as physical release.
Our biting kisses turned tender as darkness surrounded us, and still, we had not spoken a word. I kissed her tears, and she wiped mine away with soft hands but said nothing. I brushed twigs from her hair, and she teased dirt from my skin as we slowly grew still, our bodies still inside one another.
“When you’re done, leave me there, okay? Leave me in the dirt to cry by myself. You don’t need to comfort me.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Maybe I’ll leave you then.”
But holding her against me was too much, and letting go wasn’t a choice. Not for either of us.
The night had come and swallowed us whole, welcoming us in. Our sins were covered by darkness and our transgressions hidden from sight by the soft blanket of evening.
She kissed me lightly as we disentangled, and I looked into her eyes wondering if I could see the girl again or just the animal.
I touched her cheek, and she brushed my lips.
“You can’t tell anyone,” she whispered, her voice new and different. “I don’t want my boyfriend to find out.”
“I didn’t know you had one,” I said, still without moving. “But I can keep a secret.”
“He wants to marry me.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to be an animal fucking in the dirt and the mud and not thinking about the future. I don’t want to be worshiped.”
“The woods will be here for the rest of the year,” I said, still feeling her bare chest rise and fall beneath me.
“And you?”
“I have nowhere else to go.”
She kissed me again, and both of us grew silent.
All around us, the woods began to wake to new sounds and night voices. We sunk lower into the roots of the trees and the things that grow in the dark until we were a part of the forest as much as it was a part of us. As we gave into its tender embrace some part of me drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
It took me years to wake up
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