The Green Door

The city fades behind us, and our senses awaken to new surroundings. The damp scent of forest loam slides into my nose as my eyes glide across endless ferns and down the rough surface of moss-smothered bark. We’re in an ancient forest of redwoods and ferns.  

The chirping of birds echoes from the trees that tower above us, wise and ancient. As their thick foliage touches the sky, it creates a green ceiling, our wild room of pleasure. 

Your hands move from my hips to snake around my waist and pull my body to yours.  The desire in your movement leaves ripples of anticipation deep in my belly below the place where your hands press weight on my abdomen. I can feel your breath on my neck as we stand there, our bodies pulsing with desire. 

“What is this place?” You breathe into my ear from where you stand behind me. I turn my body slightly, so I can lean my head back on your shoulder and look at you.  

“This is where I finally get to feel you in me, where we both get to lose control,” I say, the soft waves of my voice caressing your ears; I stand there, chin turned up, gaze drinking you in.  I can feel your arms tighten around me while your fingers caress my torso. You lean down and bite me gently on my exposed neck, releasing a near growl into my soft skin. 

“The way you want me has me so lusty,” I say to you as I feel the pulse of our energies mingling. I watch as your eyes fall from my face down toward my chest. 

“Your dress is gone,” you say, and at the same time I feel your cock jump. I look down and see that my dress has been replaced by a silky pale pink negligee trimmed in lace. 

“Your clothes are also gone,” I whisper, taking the lines of your body in for the first time. I turn around and step back, so I can see you better. You’re naked, leaving every part exposed to the moist air. Your hard cock, strong and aroused, whets my appetite. 

“I want to taste every part of you,” I say as I lift my gaze back to your eyes. “Your body is perfect.” I can feel mud squeezing between my bare toes, reminding me of a childhood spent running through the woods, free spirited and full of adventure.  A playful mood awakens in me here in this place where desires are given form. 

“I want you so fucking bad,” you say as you watch my every movement.

I run my hands from my thick hair down the sides of my chest, over my hips to grasp the edge of my negligee. I slowly pull it up, teasing you with glimpses of my pussy. You take a step forward, primal desire surfacing in your eyes.  

“First you’ll have to catch me,” I toss at you with a grin as I back up toward an opening between two trees where I can see a faint animal trail. 

“I’ll give you a head start,” you say, delight edging your voice. You’re shaking off the confusion of this place, and the game is starting. I smile to myself, ready to let this forest turn us both feral. 

“I don’t need one, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead,” I throw back at you as I dart down the trail that winds through the greenery. 

When I’m well enough ahead, I slow down and slink through the woods ahead of you, sure of my feet as you pick your way through the knee-high ferns. I make sure to stay in your field of vision. I toss you seductive looks while I caress the silk of my garment, teasing the hemline occasionally up and down. 

“I suppose spending most of my childhood barefoot and half-wild has given me an advantage,” I call back to you.  

“Oh, don’t you underestimate me, Lila; I could take you right now if I wanted, but I’m enjoying the sight of your body sauntering through these woods.”

“Hmm,” I tease back. “Then this isn’t really a chase is it? What can I do to arrest your control?” 

As I take the next few steps, I slowly raise my negligee over my head and toss it back to you, leaving me fully naked. You can see the slight glistening of the water that has slid from my pussy and onto the top of my thighs at the anticipation our game is creating. 

I dart to the side out of your field of vision. I hear you growl behind me and break into a run, and those carnal sounds, so lustful and desirous of me, almost have me turning around to end this game of chase right here — almost.

I hold on for a bit longer, bare feet connecting to the cool earth as I look for the place where our bodies will lose themselves in each other. While I glance back to see if you’ve caught up, my left foot smashes straight into a rock that is jutting up from the thick layer of decaying leaves. 

“Mother fucker,” I yell into the woods as my haughty run turns into a not so glamorous one-legged hop, then a crash landing. On the forest floor my attention turns to the throbbing in my second and third toes, the ones that took the brunt of the impact. 

And that is where you come upon me, sitting on my ass, leaned over my legs, inspecting my toes.  

“Looks like your feet have forgotten how to be barefoot,” you say as you kneel in the sand and gently take my foot into your hands. Your thumbs caresses the top of my foot as you inspect the injury. 

“I’m okay,” I say. “I have a pretty decent pain tolerance.” 

You slide one hand up my leg toward my knee. “I can distract you from the pain, Lila,” you say, looking at me. The feel of your touch warms my skin and transfers my focus from the throb of pain to the throbs of imminent pleasure. Your hand pauses its movement, and you look at me — a question. 

And in that moment with the carnal anticipation of long-building desires soon to be fulfilled, all else disappears. The game of chase, the pain, any lingering nerves – all melt into the humid air, leaving you, me, and the forest, silent yet raging. 

“Please.” I breathe, craving your touch with every nerve.  

My attention focuses on my body as your hand finally continues its exploration up my leg, reaching the soft skin of my inner thigh that for my body is insatiable for touch.

Your fingers, so close, send lightning to my pussy, making the breath I just took insufficient; I gasp, sucking in air as you stare at me with the precision of a lion stalking his prey. 

You come up on your knees, leaning closer. Your other hand reaches up to grab a greedy strand of my hair and give it a gentle tug as you lean your lips forward, only inches away from mine, brushing me with your warm breath. I arch, craving you beyond reason. Then you stand up, leaving me naked, slightly reclined, knees bent, thighs spread, chin tilted up, lips (both sets) slightly parted, wet with anticipation.

“You tease,” I growl as you look down at me.

“Perhaps, Lila, I should make you chase me.” 

“Do you really want to do that?” I ask, as I stand up from the soft loam of the forest and place my hand on your chest. Your hands pull my hips, bringing my body to press against yours. I tilt my chin, an invitation to a long imagined fantasy. Your fingers intertwine with my hair as you reach your arm up my back to hold me tight. 

“No, I most definitely don’t want to do that,” you whisper as you lower your head. Our lips connect and your taste washes across my senses. We both let ourselves get lost in the feeling of the other – your hands caressing my neck, pulling my hair, the perfect fit of your mouth on mine, the hardness of your cock pushing against my skin.

As you kiss me, your strong hands press me back toward a fallen log that lies half-decayed and moss covered a few paces from where we stand 

Your lips pull away from mine as you push me down. You squat in front of me and caress my foot with a gentleness I didn’t expect. 

“How’s your toe?” The reminder resurfaces the faint throbbing into my consciousness. 

“Mostly better,” I breathe, staring at you through a wild mess of hair. 

“Let me take care of that,” you say as you lean over to kiss and then bite my ankle. As you tease me with your mouth, you slide each hand up the insides of my legs, from calves, to knees, to my burning thighs. I hear you release a low moan as your fingers slip across my nectar that has blossomed and slid onto them. 

My fingers dig into the decaying wood as my breaths shorten. I tip my head back and stair at the trees towering above us as you turn my body into a bed of burning embers. Your mouth is now at my thighs, nipping and licking — teasing. I look down and watch as you lick my juices from my thighs, your eyes locked on mine the whole time.   

I put a hand on your head to pull you inward. You have me mad, pussy radiating arousal, but you resist me. 

“Fuck, just taste me already,” I say through short, pleasure-hungry breaths. The look on your face is positively devilish.  Your teeth lay sparks on the soft delicate skin of my thigh as your hands open my legs as far as they can go, and here in this forest with your hands on my legs and your bare knees digging into the soil, your tongue finally connects with the beauty between my legs.  You work your way from my outer labia to those delicate protruding inner lips, sucking and licking, but only grazing my clit, building the anticipation. 

You have my moans and my loud greedy breaths filling these woods, echoing off of these trees to fall mute in the thick loam. 

Your fingers tease my thighs and then slowly enter me as your mouth finally, finally lands on my clit, circling, kissing, flicking in rhythm, vanquishing the last of my conscious thoughts until all I become is this body here in this forest, sharing space on this log with the moss and centipedes as pleasure rises in my core, extending to every extremity. I relax into it, letting you feast as each lick brings me closer, awakening more nerves. 

The symphony of a trillion leaves dancing stirs the air above us as pleasure reaches its breaking point. Pieces of pithy wood fall to the ground as my body shakes from orgasm, and my unrestrained sounds echo through the forest. 

You don’t stop, but for me the penetration of your two fingers is not enough. The greed rises within me; I want you inside of me. I want to feel how much I turn you on. I want the glistening DNA of your precum to paint the inside of my vagina. 

I push you up and off of me, and I grab your cock. I could — perhaps even should — taste you,  but my desire to have you inside overpowers those thoughts.  I lean back on the log as I pull you toward me, guiding you to my pussy, wet with our mingled fluids. You make no protest. Instead you push me down and slide every inch of you into me. A moan escapes both of our mouths at the connection, at the feeling of what has, until now, only been imagined. 

My back arches as you lean over me, as every last civil part of ourselves vanishes, leaving us two savage animals tearing at each other in an act so primal that we become a part of this scene of nature. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan, as your cock presses into my depths.  

You don’t respond in words, but rather you lean down and bite my neck, holding my flesh with a growl as you press your weight into me. Your wild response lights me up again, sending zing of orgasmic desire through my slick folds. My own sounds mix with yours as we both thrust, kiss, and claw our way to the top of that edge together.  We both cum, growling, kissing, and biting. 

When we’re spent, I lead you to a mossy space between two towering trees that have ivy vines decorating their bark. We lay down together, and limbs entwined, we both sleep, the deep sleep of utter satisfaction.  

When you awaken, you flutter your eyes open and find yourself back in the place you were when you started reading this, your palms sweaty, sticky perhaps, and your thoughts,  your mind, your body,  dripping in desire for me…

That, my dear, sexy, desirous reader is seduction.