Twisted Tale
By the Light of the Moon
She had walked the route to this spot a thousand times, but always in the confidence of daylight; when the path was clearly marked
Dade had said he’d meet her there, at their secret place in the woods. Luna arrived as the full harvest moon was beginning its ascent over the horizon, the western sky a fading blue.
She had walked the route to this spot a thousand times, but always in the confidence of daylight; when the path was clearly marked, the way easy to navigate. Now, as the shadows grew long, they began to create mysterious shapes, making her imagination run wild. Not all her imaginings were unwelcome, though, even if they did make her shiver.
Luna turned hastily as a twig snapped to her right, flaxen hair swinging in her wake. To the left, another crack echoed, closer than the last. Then silence, except for her ragged breath and the thundering of her heart. Luna’s eyes darted between the darkening shadows, searching for the source, but she saw nothing out of place, only growing gloom.
Breathing deep, she bid her heart to slow, and sat heavily on a fallen log to wait. Reprimanding herself for being silly, Luna closed her eyes briefly, touching her trembling fingers to her lips and blowing to keep them warm.
A scream tore from her throat as fabric covered her eyes and quickly knotted behind her head. Luna tried to push away, to pull the blindfold off, but a firm tug against a seemingly familiar form combined with a gentle cooing had its desired effect. Luna’s fear softened, then disappeared completely as Dade’s fingers soothed the back of her neck up into her hairline. His smooth lips retraced the path, then again a third time, with a graze of nipping teeth. Luna loved it when Dade touched her there. The sensation sent tingles down her spine, not stopping until they settled in her center.
The hand in her hair tightened, pulling Luna’s head sideways and exposing her neck. Dade’s other trained on the zipper of her jacket, lowering it slowly, so she could hear each tick, tick, tick. Then both slid under her shirt and inside her bra. Luna arched against the intrusion, silently begging for more. Autumn chilled fingers toyed with her nipples, bringing them to hardened peaks, plucking until she gasped and writhed. Behind the safety of the blindfold, Luna couldn’t deny the incoherent pleas she uttered. Dade’s hands had never felt so good.
Holding her firmly, Dade unbuttoned Luna’s pants, then slid them haphazardly down her ivory thighs, until, like shackles, they rested at her ankles. He kicked first one foot, then the other, creating a space which was quickly filled by his palm as he cupped her sex over the thin cotton of her panties.
Light petting became groping, teasing, and exploring as the fabric was pushed aside, and calloused digits caressed her sensitive flesh. Moisture flooded from Luna’s core, coating the tops of her thighs, and Dade thrust two fingers into her roughly, a thumb circling her clit. Luna’s hips gyrated as her arousal grew, a sensual moan tumbling from her lips.
As Luna’s head fell back onto Dade’s shoulder, he seduced her with his hands, and she circled her arms behind to hold him close. She felt his arousal, still encased in his trousers, nestled between her bum cheeks. Luna pressed back against the bulge suggestively, letting her actions plead for what she needed.
A cool breeze caressed her dampened folds as the gauzy material covering her was wrenched down her thighs and she was bent over. Her bare stomach and hips chafed against the coarse bark of the fallen log. Dade held Luna’s arms behind her, pinning her down. Luna’s gasp echoed through the twilight air as he buried himself inside her in a single lunge. He held in place, reverently touching her hair, fingers gently circling her neck, soothingly tracing the curves of her spine until she begged him with a hushed, yet urgent, “please!”
He took her roughly then, the echo of their coupling filling the surrounding forest, interspersed with Luna’s throaty moans and wanton whimpers. Slowing to an agonizingly measured pace, Dade slid almost all the way out and held there for a breath, then two, before slamming back in. Repeatedly, he battered himself inside her until Luna was begging with the need for release, tears of desire streaming down her cheeks.
Using one hand to hold her in place, he reached around with the other and circled her hardened button before pinching it tersely between finger and thumb. Luna’s cry echoed throughout the night, startling settling birds into flight. As wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Dade returned to his frenzied pace before finally erupting with a carnal roar that sent shivers down Luna’s spine and a fresh rush of awakening through her core.
Dade’s weight felt like heaven on top of her, but before she could voice it, he stood and tucked himself away. Luna removed the blindfold, but took her time dressing, enjoying the sensation of euphoria that had claimed her limbs, the silent companionship between the two. As the evening turned blacker, the cold of night finally melting the heat of day, she opened her eyes, got to her feet, and straightened her clothing.
“That was amazing, Dade. I really enjoyed the blindfold,” Luna said in a whisper, afraid to break the spell. When no response came, she continued, “How come you’ve never been rough like that before? I think I’d like to try it again.”
When still Dade said nothing, she spun to find the immediate area empty. Luna turned in frantic circles but stood alone. A vibrant beam of light bounced rhythmically through the forest, nearing before shining brightly into her eyes. When it lowered, there was Dade, a look of apology lining his usually jubilant face.
“Sorry, I’m late. I got held up. I hope you weren’t scared out here in the dark alone without me.”
All the hairs on Luna’s arms stood up, but she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt inside. Folding the blindfold neatly, she tucked it into her pocket, a small smile gracing her lips.
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