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Erotic Story: Meeting
at the Waterfall
High on the list of
things I do not like is nature. I hate it. It's full of creepy, crawly
things that exist only to scare the living shit out of me and bite me if
possible. Other people, however, use terms like "restful" and "soothing" to
describe the Great Outdoors. Like my partner, for example, who reserved a
cabin for me and tossed my ass out of the office. And my doctor, who said a
lot of things about stress.
And all that was why I was walking up a
sunlit path, in brand new clothes and hiking boots, praying my allergy pill
would kick in soon and wishing that damned cawing bird would shut up. I
glanced down at the rustic, pre-printed map that promised a waterfall would
magically appear in front of me if I kept to the well-marked path, and
didn't do anything stupid like blunder off into the trees. As if.
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