Hello Madam,
I hope you are doing well in these different days. Just an anecdote that should amuse you.
I am lucky to be in the province in the countryside. Last Sunday I go for a little walk, alone on a bike, in the paths. I stop for a moment at the edge of a small wood, quite far from everything, to blow. At this precise moment, you appear in my imagination – quite brutally I must say, I didn't anticipate it at all !
You order me to take off my shoes, my socks, then to walk barefoot a few meters on wild grasses and twigs, that attack the soles of the feet.
You stop me and order me to drop my pants, then my underpants. You forbid me at first to touch my sex. I have to stay like this for a minute or two, dick in the air.
You order me to jerk off, quickly, to cum as soon as possible. I run, worried about being seen by a walker even though I know the area is very isolated. I ejaculate quite quickly in my fingers. You make me lick them one by one.
You tell me to grab a leafy twig and whip my dick with it a dozen times, counting them, to punish this exhibitionist masturbation extravaganza.
Finally I get dressed, get on my bike and resume my Sunday walk in the middle of nature. I couldn't resist you, you were there, and I ran, without thinking.
delicious time. Thanks to you.
Letter of P.
