January 11, 2010

ELIZABETH ROSE

Marry an outdoors woman. Then if you throw her out into the yard on a cold night, she can still survive. – W.C. Fields

I’m an outdoorsy girl. I like to march along muddy trails on foot or horseback. I used to love tearing through forests, stopping to find a glade for picnics. A lot of this happened in my innocence, when secluded nooks in the great wide were just good hiding places. Now they have a new more sordid look to them.

These days I find myself wondering, would the nook of that tree be a good ledge for my ass if he stood on the grass in front to penetrate me… Perhaps that bench can’t be seen from the path so I could straddle his lap and face him for a shag… That bus stop looks like a good place to be bent over and taken from behind…

It’s a great way to add spice to any walk, commute or shopping trip by examining your surroundings for a potential rendezvous. Of course, if I don’t have a willing companion handy to try out my new found venue I just amuse myself by storing away a fantasy encounter for a later private moment (to replay once I have some fresh batteries in my new Rabbit Habit).

You see dear Readers, I like the thrill that comes with the possibility of being caught. I also enjoy the mild discomfort and the sting of a cold breeze. I am an outdoors woman, but don’t throw me out into the yard. Instead, throw me down in the yard on a cold night and help me heat things up.

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