Taking me to your cabin

Transcript

Let me tell you a story, a story that hasn't happened yet, a story about you and the one whom you desire. Her voice is not mine, it's no doubt higher, lighter than my sultry tones, her accent is different from mine, nevertheless, bear with me, imagine for a moment that I speak for her, that I'm telling you what could be, what will be, feel that she is speaking to you. Imagine a very remote location, a forest way way out there, has a cabin in the middle, you have to drive quite far, stop, know exactly where to park, then find a path, if you can even call it that, very rarely trodden, that if you know exactly where you're going will lead you to that cabin, almost nobody could possibly just stumble across it, but it belongs to you, and one day you take me there, you stock it with enough food and other supplies to last us for many weeks, I feel some trepidation as you lead me along the path, holding my hand, both wearing backpacks, for the last of the supplies that we need to take, and after several minutes of walking, we arrive at the cabin, and you show me around, I turn around in wonder, spinning my dress as I look around at the clearing in which the cabin is found, it's wonderful, it's surprisingly large for a place just hidden away in the forest, it wouldn't seem so in the city, but it has everything we could possibly need, I'm amazed at what you've prepared for me, impressed, and charmed, there are several small paths leading away into the forest, but the clearest of them is sort of paved with wooden decking to make it more permanent, and it leads away, somewhat downhill away from the cabin, we leave our things inside, no need to lock the door, we walk along the path, down, down, down, perhaps ten minutes through the forest, until the earth around the decking starts to look sandier, and the path and the forest open up onto a beach, and this decking leads down to a smaller beach hut, very close to the water, in fact the waves are not far from reaching it at the highest tides, we explore, and this stretch of beach, you explained to me, is quite inaccessible, for a little further up and further down the coast, it is blocked by cliffs and rocks, that mean that this stretch of beach in fact, of perhaps a kilometre, is only reachable by boat or from inland through this forest, it's a place where you have me entirely to yourself, we kick off our shoes at the beach hut, and walk along with me looking around in wonder at this idyllic location, down to one extreme of the beach, finding the rocks there that we can't even see around, and then we walk down the other direction to the cliffs lashed by waves, that block any access from that part of the coast as well, the waves wash our sandy feet, and suddenly you grab me, and you press me against the cliffs, your mouth closes over mine, your hand lifts my dress, and assertively grabs me, squeezes me down there, down there, and I feel a couple of fingers jammed inside, as you forcefully ravish me in this special place you have prepared, this place where I'm all yours, where she is all yours, but remember I'm speaking for her, I look out to sea as your fingers delve inside me, without asking, without checking, because you know I am always, always available for you, I'm all yours in this special place, I'm so excited by the whole situation, and I quickly come under the force of your thrusting fingers, and your exploring tongue in my mouth, we stop breathing so heavily, and without even speaking, you lead me away from the cliff, you lead me away from the cliff, back to the beach hut, the hut is not as fully supplied as the cabin in the forest, which will be our primary shelter during this time, but it has food, it has a comfortable couch for us to rest on, hanging from a nail on the wall is a Polaroid camera that you've clearly left here before, quite confident that it was safe, because no one's going to come here, you take a few snaps of me, and I pose, you pull them out, they develop in real time, you pin a couple on the wall right there, into the wood, and you keep another one in your pocket, to take back to the main cabin, where you lead me back, but we only get halfway, you grab me again, and thrust me against a tree, and again start to ravish me, with your hands grabbing my breasts, squeezing, squeezing, even quite painfully, seizing control of me, the way I need you to, your hand reaching behind my neck, and pulling it towards you, so that you can kiss me passionately, even biting my lips lightly, as you express again your animal passion, you maul me like the animal you can be, and I have no thought of resistance, because this is exactly what I need, I need to be grabbed, I need to be taken, I need to be desired, by you, above all by you, because you're the woman who has shown me that this is what I need, that I don't need any boyfriend, I don't need anyone else, I need you, I need a dominant woman to show me where I need to be, how I need to be, and after you finish roughly ravishing me again, we continue on our way through the forest, we reach the cabin, we start to get set up in there, we've brought no technology with us, no phones, no laptops, all that can wait, we don't need that for a few weeks, it's unnecessary, we have each other, and I trust you to bring me here, and do whatever you need with me, whatever you want with me, with our supplies all set up, we prepare a meal together, we enjoy it, and we settle down after the long travel of the day, in the bed, to rest, but it's not long before, for the third time, your passion rises up in you again, and you're on top of me, and you're possessing me again, again, because that's what you've brought me here for, to fuck me again, and again, and again, this time you bring out one piece of essential equipment you have brought along, your strap-on, and on top of me, in missionary, you simply start to pound me senseless, your teeth sink in to the flesh of my neck, and I moan, and welcome the pain, I'm all yours, I come again, the force of this dick you've put on, and possessed me with, and we fall asleep in each other's arms, right there, in our secret hideaway, far from civilization, the next day we rise at dawn, hearing the birds in the trees around the cabin, in the distance we can hear those waves crashing on the beach, a few minutes walk away, we take our little walk along the wooden path down to the beach, we drop our clothes on the sand, and walk into the water, we swim and play, our makeup washes away, and we don't even think about it, our hair, our bodies, are washed with salt water, we don't worry anymore about a flawless presentation one might adopt in the city, or even a small town, we're like two primitives, neanderthals, people from the earliest days, just living in tune with our environment, we are dirty and primal, every day is about sex, you have brought me there to fuck me, in every part of the cabin, in every part of the beach hut, every part of the beach hut, against many trees in the forest, in the water, on the sand, on the wooden path, in almost every location you can think of, you at some point grab me and use me, penetrate me with your toy, with your fingers, with your tongue, you grab me and grope me, make me feel viscerally desired, and possessed, and used, and filled, and fulfilled, and your salty hair and mine entwine together, as we become one, they grow longer, and bite marks and bruises accumulate to my body, and I don't mind at all, every day is full of us, just bathing in the sea, walking along the beach and through the woods, exploring our environment and each other, talking as much as we like, but quite often not even talking, just moving silently through our environment, walking, roaming, like two beasts, like two beasts, me and the alpha who possesses me, every day is sex, every day is your ownership of me, every day is my need for your power, your leadership, your control, your powerful fingers that plumb my depths, every day is your need for me and my body which you want to take, and take, and take, and you are not more satisfied with time, if anything, your ardour, your passion grows stronger, scarier over time, today my left nipple is bleeding due to your aggressive attentions, it stings in the brine of the sea, I wince but don't complain, it's all part of being here, possessed by you, fucked by you, every day, every day, feeling I'm ever more yours, to use as you see fit, I need to be yours, I need to submit to you, you are the woman I need, and I didn't even know I needed a woman, but I do, I need you, I need sex with you every day, I need you to be inside me, after a while, it's no longer a few fingers, you're regularly getting your whole fist inside me, hurting me, stretching me, you don't stop when there are tears, you don't stop when there are shrieks, you know what I can take, and you give it to me, ever harder, faster, stronger, every day, you're more brutal, more passionate, you use me and take over my mind and body more and more and more, you make it quite clear that this is my purpose, to serve you, to please you, to be fucked by you, with your strap on, with your fist, to be subjected to whatever you want to subject me to, the previously untouched canvas of my skin, it's painted with the artwork of your claw marks, your tooth marks, the signs of my pain and submission to you, the signs of your bestial desire for me, to make me your woman, to make me your property, it's what I've always needed, and I'm so grateful to you for making me understand that I in fact needed it from another woman, I start to forget about civilization, have we not lived here, just the two of us forever, with sand under our nails, with the corner of my lip cracked open because of the slap you gave me the other night, you got carried away during sex, but I don't care, I don't even know how long we've been here now, the sex is so passionate, so rough, that my scratches get no chance to heal, I'm covered in them, and there's a few on you as well, our hair seems a fair bit longer now, and all we do is wash it in the sea, we have no beauty products, we have no need of such things, you're perfect the way you are, and you constantly prove to me that you desire me infinitely, exactly as I am, natural, they're just the clothes we brought here.