Saturday, June 1, 2013

Saturady After Dark Moments {9}: The Woods



After a long hiatus, my life has slowed down enough once again to allow me to participate in this fun.  With that being said, I bring you a sexy steamy piece about a little midnight fun in the darkened woods. I hope you enjoy it and stop by the rest of the wonderful peeps who participate in a little Saturday AfterDark Fun!






The sounds of crickets ceased when a sudden burst of light pierced the darkened woods. From my position behind a tall cedar tree, I watched as my hunky neighbor covered his eyes with a thick forearm to block the light. My jaw dropped as the search light highlighted his nudity for a brief moment. My nipples tightened against my bra. Even as the helicopter moved on, the vision burned in my retinas didn’t. Tall and tightly muscled, Eryk with his darkly tanned skin was the epitome of a rugged outdoorsman. One that I wanted to explore thoroughly. But did I dare? I didn’t know why he was running in the woods naked. The sharp edge of danger seemed to emanate from him. Perhaps I should just go back, leave him to his own devices and pretend I never noticed him. 

The decision was taken out of my hands however when he suddenly turned towards me, his nostrils flaring. At the apex of his thighs, his dick rose gracefully from his dark curls. “I can smell you, Cheyenne. You might as well come out.” 

Pressing my fist against my mouth, I hoped if I didn’t answer he’d move on, but no such luck. A low growl seemed to burst free of him, before he took a step in my direction. “If I have to come and get you, I will have you against the very tree you hide behind. I will rip your clothing off, press you up against the rough bark and take you until you scratch my back raw.” 

My womb clenched. It would be like a fantasy come to life. I’d always wanted to experience untamed lust but with my bookish appearance I had always assumed it would never happen. I finally found my voice as reached the tree I hid behind. “I can’t…” 

Snaring my wrist with his fingers, he inhaled sharply, tugging me to my feet. “Yes, you can.” Then he did as he promised. He shredded the light cotton tee I wore, snapped the straps on my bra and shoved my shorts and panties down my legs. “Mine.” He pushed me back against the tree, his flesh hot against mine. His cock pressing hard against the satiny swell of my belly. 

“Eryk?” His name came out as whimper when he hooked one of my slender legs over his hip, his hand exploring my wet folds even as his eyes never left mine. 

“You shouldn’t have came out tonight, pretty little Cheyenne. I could’ve resisted if you had stayed inside.“ His fingers found my opening, teasing – no preparing me for his possession. “You would’ve been safe from my lusts.” Then the damp head of his cock replaced his fingers. “But you chose to tempt fate and now you’re mine.” His lips parted and I caught a glimpse of fangs before he surged inside my depths. 

I cried out at the slight burn before the pleasure of his entry sideswiped me. He was right. I was his.



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©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

5 comments:

  1. Sensuous and directly erotic descriptions overwhelm my senses with this scene you wrote. I vividly can picture this happening in reality of the woods with Eryk and Cheyenne.

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    1. Thanks Pablo. Glad you enjoy it. It was fun little challenge. I forgot how difficult it can be to just write 500 words. :D

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  2. Wonderful piece. Just a technical note: My womb clenched. It's the biologist in me. Your womb really only contracts during menstruation. Your vagina, on the hand, like a cock, can twitch at almost anything, you can make it twitch. So, yeah, that phrase has always made me grrr. Such a minor thing in such a hot and sexy piece.

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    1. LOL, I'll note that for future reference, Angelica. Now that I read it again, I absolutely agree with you. They should not let Dakota near the keyboard when she's overly tired....cause she makes mistakes like that.

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  3. Dakota, I love the dark passion behind the piece. Wow, very erotic and strong! I could definitely get lost in your work, and by the way... welcome back!

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