Garden Inferno: My Raw Confessions of Nature’s Devouring Ecstasy

I pressed my nose to the window. Sun scorched my skin through glass. Blue dress hugged curves. Summer throbbed in veins. Stepped onto warm tiles. Bare feet sank into dewy grass. Heart hammered. Toes curled like a dancer’s pointe. Body quivered. Why this fire? First grass touch of year. Electric. Pulse raced. Stripped fast. Dress pooled. Panties dropped. Hedge shielded prying eyes. Rolled on lawn. Breathless. Grass blades tangled in my thick brown bush. Dead rose leaf slipped between cheeks. Brushed my anus. Tingled.

Wild patch called. Cooler. Rough. Nettle stung thigh. Sharp bite. Heat surged. Thighs burned red. Dove deeper. Belly erupted in white-dotted rash. Senses screamed. Ached for more. Hunted thistle prince. None. But wetness dripped. Fingers confirmed. Slick. Shocking joy.

The Fever Ignites

Anthill beckoned. Sat full on it. Hundreds swarmed. Tiny claws pinched labia. Probes invaded pussy. Ass. Climbed crevices. Orgasms crashed. Waves. Bernard never matched this. Shame spiked thrill. Leaned on linden trunk. Couldn’t stand. Bark rasped skin. Pressed thighs tight. Protrusion pierced folds. Deep. Screamed raw. Tree shook with me. Ants assaulted cheeks. Relentless.

Collapsed in aftershocks. Craved dirt. Bare soil, cracked. Clawed with manicured nails. Smeared mound with mud clumps. Earthworm wriggled over big lips. Shuddered. Slid slow. Teased clit. Pushed back in. Again. Exhausted it. Grabbed caterpillar. Stinging hairs tortured. Unbearable fire. Directed to anus. Clenched at peak. Crushed. Sticky goo trailed thighs.

Squatted. Urine gushed hot on parched earth. Ended sitting in puddle. Warm piss soaked ass. Bliss. Smeared body in mud. Pushed for shit. Shame’s edge. Walked straining like beast. Small turd dropped. Slid down legs. Smeared grass. No wipe. Stay filthy. Flies landed. Buzzing pinches. New shivers.

Body wrecked. Grass, mud, ants, flies, green stains, shit streaks, mold, piss reek. Stumbled drunk. Rolled again. Punished self. Pine branch whipped pussy. Lashes burned. “Pine over his pine!” Final orgasm ripped. Cried out.

Washed calm. Skinned Madame Figaro. Informed. No mix-ups.

Bernard stormed in. Fury boiled. Dog shat lawn again. Boss humiliated him. Omelette with herbs. Gobbled grumbling. Couch. TV droned.

“Strip! Fuck these artsy films.”

Usually obeyed. Tonight? No.

Blaze of Savage Surrender

“Bernard, talk.”

“No blowjob?”

“Cheated.”

“That neighbor prick gets shotgun!”

“Not him.”

“Who? Postman? Plumber?”

“The linden.”

Skin still smolders. Heart echoes. Lived the forbidden. Unique blaze.