Anthony is one of the most elusive men in my life, and I sometimes think that is why I am so attracted to him. He goes for months at a time on cross country bicycle rides across 5 to 6 states at a time, only to show up at my place at the oddest times and ask for a smoke and a bed to sleep in. Usually I’m so frazzled by his smell and being so hurriedly awaken that I stutter out a yes while he slumps past me to lie down his heavy laden back pack. His longish brown hair clings to his face, usually damp with sweat and musk; yet, it looks so rugged and sexy that the overpowering smell doesn’t cause me to spin into a womanly tirade.

I then leave him on the couch for the night while I go cuddle in the comforts of my own bed; away from the lingering scent of old dirt roads and cheap hotels. I, instead, awake 3 hours later to the scent of burnt toast and runny scrambled eggs and overflowing ash trays. He is in the bath room this time, trying to mask the aroma of a wonderer. His heart may be with me, but his body craves the feel of pavement under his paws. This I respect, for I too hate the feeling of being tied down. I too need to break free of what is expected of me and tradition, only I don’t need to travel from place to place as the wind blows to achieve this. I choose to be sexually liberated and free from the rules that bind us socially. It is this that I wish to pass to Anthony, the feeling of true liberty. This is where I hatched my plot.

I sent one of my live in subbies to the kitchen to clean up the cowboy breakfast that Anthony attempted and neglected. Then I had him fetch Anthony some nice clothes from his own closet, for I was to show Anthony the time of a wild man’s life. When Anthony got cleaned up and dressed, my loyal subbie relayed my order that he meet me in my car downstairs, which he quickly obeyed with haste. Down the pewter stairs he trotted till he reached the passenger door. He asked where were we off to, but I remained silent. I went over mantras in my head and focused solely on the road and the task at hand. A heavy storm rolled over the Texas sky but nothing as fearsome as the hurricane in my eyes. I rushed like a mad woman till we were in the depths of a mesquite forest. Anthony’s eyes beat back and forth trying to gain his bearing but truth be told, I barely knew where we were.

It was here that I felt was right. I turned off the car and got out and headed deep into the forest till we could see no sight of the car or road. We playfully embraced and kissed while holding each other and our breathe quickening. Anthony’s 8 inches grew stiff under his blue jeans and I dug deep to release it. It was there in the thick of the woods that Anthony became my stud, barralling deep into the depths of my pussy and ass, making me shout his name to all of God’s creation, only no one could hear us.

By the time it was all over; leafs, moss, dirt and bramble covered our bodies like Adam and Eve. That sex in the rain, in the forest, was so invigorating that we left our tattered clothes on the ground and went back home, walking naked in the middle of broad; but cloudy, daylight for all to see.

Anthony of course left days later, but he returned quicker than usual this time. I think this past time I really opened his eyes!