The Garden

Hard, raw and uninhibited

Primal and unscripted

Everyone else has finally left.
A simple signal from across the room indicates that it is time to go.

I leave the room and go out into the secluded garden.
It's been storming all day but the rain has slowed to an occasional drizzle. The moon is peaking through the clouds. Full and bright when it's able to break through.

I know you are here, I can feel you walking up behind me. I am standing behind a metal bench wearing a simple black dress. You reach around and place your hand at the base of my neck, a gentle but firm grip. I can feel you unfastening your belt, you know I am wearing nothing beneath the dress, those were your instructions earlier. Everything is rushed and urgent. The event went on too long and you are more than ready. I am wet and ready because I knew this moment was coming. No hesitation, no preparation needed. As you force your cock into me, the clouds break and the rain again begins to fall, adding to the mix of sensations engulfing us both, droplets of water running down our face and neck. Steady rain, soaking through to our skin. You push me forward, over the back of the bench and grab my hips, sliding in and out hungrily. Over and over, faster, deeper. As we both quickly reach the point of release, the thunder rolls loudly and lightning flashes in the distance, adding to the electricity in the air surrounding us.

Primal, necessary, exciting, raw, urgent