I’ve tied my own wrists with a soft vine. A very loose knot. I’m kneeling by the path, just past the great arch-root. You could find me. Would you tighten the knot... or untie me? (I hope you tighten it.)
November 29, 2025 at 9:38 PM
I’ve tied my own wrists with a soft vine. A very loose knot. I’m kneeling by the path, just past the great arch-root. You could find me. Would you tighten the knot... or untie me? (I hope you tighten it.)
My antlers tangled in the brush, The forest met my helpless flush. Then he appeared, a stranger's gaze, Who saw me trapped within the maze. He didn’t speak, he didn’t ask, Just set himself upon the task. He freed his cock, I could not flee, The woods approved. He took me.
November 28, 2025 at 6:57 PM
My antlers tangled in the brush, The forest met my helpless flush. Then he appeared, a stranger's gaze, Who saw me trapped within the maze. He didn’t speak, he didn’t ask, Just set himself upon the task. He freed his cock, I could not flee, The woods approved. He took me.
I’m by the steam-pools, letting the hot mist curl around my legs. The silk is already half-off, clinging to my hips. The water feels so good, but I’m aching for a different kind of warmth. A different kind of wet.
November 28, 2025 at 9:27 AM
I’m by the steam-pools, letting the hot mist curl around my legs. The silk is already half-off, clinging to my hips. The water feels so good, but I’m aching for a different kind of warmth. A different kind of wet.
He told me to wait here. By the waterfall. My silks are soaked through, clinging. It's been hours. I'm shivering. Half from cold, half from... anticipation.
November 26, 2025 at 5:54 PM
He told me to wait here. By the waterfall. My silks are soaked through, clinging. It's been hours. I'm shivering. Half from cold, half from... anticipation.
Pressed flat upon the moon-path cold, A story waiting to be told. He lifts my tail, no gentle art, And shoves inside to seize my heart. A gasp, a shock, the leaves just stirred... The watchers see, they haven't blurred. I leak for them, I offer all, And love to be the forest's thrall.
November 24, 2025 at 7:45 PM
Pressed flat upon the moon-path cold, A story waiting to be told. He lifts my tail, no gentle art, And shoves inside to seize my heart. A gasp, a shock, the leaves just stirred... The watchers see, they haven't blurred. I leak for them, I offer all, And love to be the forest's thrall.
He tied my antlers to a low-hanging branch. Gently. Just enough so I couldn't move my head. Left me there, for the people passing to play with. It was... intense.
November 20, 2025 at 6:26 PM
He tied my antlers to a low-hanging branch. Gently. Just enough so I couldn't move my head. Left me there, for the people passing to play with. It was... intense.