He felt a cool splash, and then another one, as he shook his head and tugged at his arms instinctively, trying to cover his face. His arms couldn't move and he felt the restraints tug at his wrists. His face was hit again with cool water and his eyes blurred as he opened them, trying to recall what had happened.
He had returned to the campsite. He was a bit giddy though he caught no fish. He could smell the scent of food as he approached. They had sat down and he remembered eating slowly. Light conversation then... he felt sleepy and she was up behind him. Stroking his hair lightly and leaning down. "Did you think you'd get away with it forever," she whispered as he began to feel weak. She took hold of his hair and tugged his head back, "Time to pay up." That's when he could not stay awake any longer, and he had passed out.
Now he tugged on his wrist again, but could not move them. They were bound. He tried to shift his position but his legs was locked as well. His ankle felt bound to some board beneath him, and there was a brace near his knee. It was then that cool air washed over his skin and he became alert. His head lifted and he searched the area. He saw that there were many people standing around, but their faces were masked.
One of them noticed he was awake and made her way over. He noticed then that it was a group of females. He did not know, could not know who they were, but he was sure one of them was his wife. He watched as one lady leaned down and whispered "Good morning sweet heart" It was her, and he could tell by the mocking smile. She must have figured it all out...how long had she known he wasn't sure. He gazed around as his trophies from that morning were being examined, and the ladies giggled across the room holding up one of the pictures that he had taken.
Fishing...yes he had "fished" for those photos of the ladies all right. He had always made so sure that his wife would be sick during the camping trip. So that he always had the freedom... that and he always planned their camping to be near by where the college cheer leaders would be gathering.
Many questions raced through his head...but he knew...somehow...she had found out. And now the new question...what was she going to do with him now?
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Confession Of Red
Confession of Red
Note: I have no experience in either world but this is my fantasy.
I imagine being caned to tears, not necessarily to be broken but to feel free. To be taken from my mind to the lady's mind who was beating me, to have no other thought than how I can please my Mistress if only for a short time.
I have a deep breathing alive desire to serve a Mistress that is stained on my soul in submissive energy.
Perhaps to be banned from talking for a week unless I am told to, being made to bark once for yes and twice for no.
The fantasy is:
Boy came home from work and prepared his usual microwave meal - an English breakfast. It tasted nasty. The yolk of the egg was yellow but not nice yellow like the colour that yolk should be. No this was more like the yellow green colour of a big fat spot on someone's back.
After eating tea Boy sat down in front of the zombie box with a beer. He could hear is wife who was a teacher at the local school moving about up stairs, though normally they would eat together.
The living room door opened and in walked his wife, only something was different. She was dressed differently, wearing high heels with black stockings, a bow neck blouse and was holding a cane.
"Laura what are you doing," I asked.
"That's Miss Laura to you boy," she replied. "Now strip and get on your knees."
Boy could feel his cock starting to get hard. He stripped and knelt on the floor, starting to shake with excitement. She put a collar round his neck and pulled him outside and into the garage.
There was a big dog house, though I had no idea how it got there, She chained his collar to it, and as she did this Laura seemed to have that sparkle she had when aroused.
"You're a dog now Boy, you don't speak again till I say."
Next she got the key to the collar and broke it off in the lock so it could not be opened as she did this her breathing became faster and faster. She took his head and pushed it down saying "lick dog and don't stop till I say."
Later Laura walked out of the garage smiling, a skip in her step, leaving Kurt to get used to his new life.
Note: I have no experience in either world but this is my fantasy.
I imagine being caned to tears, not necessarily to be broken but to feel free. To be taken from my mind to the lady's mind who was beating me, to have no other thought than how I can please my Mistress if only for a short time.
I have a deep breathing alive desire to serve a Mistress that is stained on my soul in submissive energy.
Perhaps to be banned from talking for a week unless I am told to, being made to bark once for yes and twice for no.
The fantasy is:
Boy came home from work and prepared his usual microwave meal - an English breakfast. It tasted nasty. The yolk of the egg was yellow but not nice yellow like the colour that yolk should be. No this was more like the yellow green colour of a big fat spot on someone's back.
After eating tea Boy sat down in front of the zombie box with a beer. He could hear is wife who was a teacher at the local school moving about up stairs, though normally they would eat together.
The living room door opened and in walked his wife, only something was different. She was dressed differently, wearing high heels with black stockings, a bow neck blouse and was holding a cane.
"Laura what are you doing," I asked.
"That's Miss Laura to you boy," she replied. "Now strip and get on your knees."
Boy could feel his cock starting to get hard. He stripped and knelt on the floor, starting to shake with excitement. She put a collar round his neck and pulled him outside and into the garage.
There was a big dog house, though I had no idea how it got there, She chained his collar to it, and as she did this Laura seemed to have that sparkle she had when aroused.
"You're a dog now Boy, you don't speak again till I say."
Next she got the key to the collar and broke it off in the lock so it could not be opened as she did this her breathing became faster and faster. She took his head and pushed it down saying "lick dog and don't stop till I say."
Later Laura walked out of the garage smiling, a skip in her step, leaving Kurt to get used to his new life.
Day Five With Miss Summer
Day five with Miss Summer
I got auctioned last Saturday and as some may know I had written a poem about the journey of an auctioned slave. It took the reader through a week of being with the Miss who had purchased him.
It's was fiction and broke down the week day by day
Well I was very lucky and purchased by Miss Summer, and it became very real.
This is the story of the real day 5
I arrived at the Dominion just at the end of a Mind Fuck event. Miss Summer immediately grabbed my leash and pulled me close where I knelt, content.
She said to me “honor this event with a haiku binky boy” (a term of endearment and amusement to My Miss)
I quickly wrote on the blackboard
"You write a mind fuck"
"You tell ladies you cock suck"
"Humiliation"
After Miss Summer had verbally chastised me for this pathetic attempt, she whispered to me “well something is going to get fucked tonight”
She then ordered me to her home and to again kneel in front of her
Miss Summer looked stunning as she relaxed into her armchair
Then she said “binky freak get naked” (from now all events happened in both worlds and I still feel sore as write this)
As I got naked I felt Miss Summer's gaze burning into my growing cock
When I say growing, I take relativity into account, so guess it went from tiny to small
She then said to me “get your vibrating prostate massager, some lube, a towel and say hi to your new fuck buddy . I got excited as Miss Lauren had joined us, so I was gazing on two stunning women thinking which one would it be, and how did I get so lucky
Miss Summer slapped my face and said “not us you freak, as If that could ever happen , I mean your right hand”
As Miss Lauren settled on the sofa, I then felt like the prey of two lionesses, vulnerable but also uncontrollable excitement for being the object of their attention.
I was in a trance like state, looking up at Miss Summer,
This was suddenly broken by a crunching sound.
Was it the other lioness treading on broken twigs as she sneaked up on me from behind
I snapped out the trance and turned
To my relief or disappointment, not sure which, I saw it was Miss Lauren eating a packet of Doritos
Then Miss Summer spoke, and in a gesture that made me think back the day she bought me. she said her next words in rhyme
“Right then binky freak,
Pull that cock but don't let it leak”
She then instructed I jerk it 200 times
I put my fuck buddy around my pulsating cock, which was so hard it had almost reached 4 1/2 inches in size , I had never seen it so big and was full of excitement as my fuck buddy jerked my cock so hard and fast
As I moaned with pleasure, but when I got to 11 strokes I almost came
I knew this would make Miss Summer very mad so I doubled my effort to keep control
As I stroked, the air was full of the smell of Miss Summer’s perfume and the faint smell of cheese Doritos
With only 7 near misses, I finally got to two hundred strokes.
My cock was angry and red but still looked so huge to me
Then Miss Summer said “its time that prostrate massager to came to the party” “Lube it binky”
I opened the Lube an liberally coated the big black strangely shaped rubber ass intruder
Miss Summer instructed me to kneel on the towel and insert the massager into my ass
I pushed it up with one hand while continuing to jerk with the other
Once inserted, I sat back on my haunches and felt the thing against my prostrate
“Right turn it on”
I switched it on and the vibration was powerful, as was the noise it made
I felt it moving fast in my ass causing a sensation of pleasure and pain
I stopped jerking while trying to work the remote
Miss Summer said “keep jerking freak”
Miss Lauren said “come on binky, I know it means you have to multi task, a concept alien to the male species, but try harder”
I concentrate on this alien concept and tried to turn up the vibration slowly while jerking my huge cock
I got into a rhythm and was getting close to ejaculation, when my hand slipped on the remote control, knocking it onto the full vibrate setting .
Miss Lauren said “ Oh my God I hope my neighbors don't hear this freak”
I lifted off my haunches and my ass was shaking due to the strong pulsating of the black rubber monster stuck up it
I was in a mess with my head filled with the sounds of vibration, mixed with the crunch of Doritos
My fuck buddy had a mind of its own and was fiercely jerking my cock as my prostate tingled
I was euphoric and close to exploding
At this point Miss Summers’s s boy Bo came in to the room naked and sat near the towel
”Move Bo” I said in a shaky voice or you will get a face full of binky boy jizz
Bo rushed to get out of the way and was just in time for Miss Summer to give me a countdown to cum
“10, 9 ,87,6,5,4,3,2,1 now leak boy”
On command I exploded, sending a stream of seamen from my little binky balls
It was amazing but there was now the issue of a wet dirty towel and we know Miss Summer hates mess.
“suck your dirty spunk off the towel now Binky Freak”
I put the towel in my mouth and sucked vigorously, swallowing the mess I made, and getting it all over my binky.
Both ladies laughed at my pain and humiliation.
Miss Summer said “ Thank me and Miss Lauren for our time and go clean yourself up”
I thanked both ladies and asked Miss Lauren if I could have a Dorito to take the salty taste of cum out of my mouth.
Miss Lauren laughed and said “ Fuck off freak, they are mine, you keep the taste of spunk in your mouth as a reminder of tonight and don't clean your teeth until morning
I was then dismissed
I got auctioned last Saturday and as some may know I had written a poem about the journey of an auctioned slave. It took the reader through a week of being with the Miss who had purchased him.
It's was fiction and broke down the week day by day
Well I was very lucky and purchased by Miss Summer, and it became very real.
This is the story of the real day 5
I arrived at the Dominion just at the end of a Mind Fuck event. Miss Summer immediately grabbed my leash and pulled me close where I knelt, content.
She said to me “honor this event with a haiku binky boy” (a term of endearment and amusement to My Miss)
I quickly wrote on the blackboard
"You write a mind fuck"
"You tell ladies you cock suck"
"Humiliation"
After Miss Summer had verbally chastised me for this pathetic attempt, she whispered to me “well something is going to get fucked tonight”
She then ordered me to her home and to again kneel in front of her
Miss Summer looked stunning as she relaxed into her armchair
Then she said “binky freak get naked” (from now all events happened in both worlds and I still feel sore as write this)
As I got naked I felt Miss Summer's gaze burning into my growing cock
When I say growing, I take relativity into account, so guess it went from tiny to small
She then said to me “get your vibrating prostate massager, some lube, a towel and say hi to your new fuck buddy . I got excited as Miss Lauren had joined us, so I was gazing on two stunning women thinking which one would it be, and how did I get so lucky
Miss Summer slapped my face and said “not us you freak, as If that could ever happen , I mean your right hand”
As Miss Lauren settled on the sofa, I then felt like the prey of two lionesses, vulnerable but also uncontrollable excitement for being the object of their attention.
I was in a trance like state, looking up at Miss Summer,
This was suddenly broken by a crunching sound.
Was it the other lioness treading on broken twigs as she sneaked up on me from behind
I snapped out the trance and turned
To my relief or disappointment, not sure which, I saw it was Miss Lauren eating a packet of Doritos
Then Miss Summer spoke, and in a gesture that made me think back the day she bought me. she said her next words in rhyme
“Right then binky freak,
Pull that cock but don't let it leak”
She then instructed I jerk it 200 times
I put my fuck buddy around my pulsating cock, which was so hard it had almost reached 4 1/2 inches in size , I had never seen it so big and was full of excitement as my fuck buddy jerked my cock so hard and fast
As I moaned with pleasure, but when I got to 11 strokes I almost came
I knew this would make Miss Summer very mad so I doubled my effort to keep control
As I stroked, the air was full of the smell of Miss Summer’s perfume and the faint smell of cheese Doritos
With only 7 near misses, I finally got to two hundred strokes.
My cock was angry and red but still looked so huge to me
Then Miss Summer said “its time that prostrate massager to came to the party” “Lube it binky”
I opened the Lube an liberally coated the big black strangely shaped rubber ass intruder
Miss Summer instructed me to kneel on the towel and insert the massager into my ass
I pushed it up with one hand while continuing to jerk with the other
Once inserted, I sat back on my haunches and felt the thing against my prostrate
“Right turn it on”
I switched it on and the vibration was powerful, as was the noise it made
I felt it moving fast in my ass causing a sensation of pleasure and pain
I stopped jerking while trying to work the remote
Miss Summer said “keep jerking freak”
Miss Lauren said “come on binky, I know it means you have to multi task, a concept alien to the male species, but try harder”
I concentrate on this alien concept and tried to turn up the vibration slowly while jerking my huge cock
I got into a rhythm and was getting close to ejaculation, when my hand slipped on the remote control, knocking it onto the full vibrate setting .
Miss Lauren said “ Oh my God I hope my neighbors don't hear this freak”
I lifted off my haunches and my ass was shaking due to the strong pulsating of the black rubber monster stuck up it
I was in a mess with my head filled with the sounds of vibration, mixed with the crunch of Doritos
My fuck buddy had a mind of its own and was fiercely jerking my cock as my prostate tingled
I was euphoric and close to exploding
At this point Miss Summers’s s boy Bo came in to the room naked and sat near the towel
”Move Bo” I said in a shaky voice or you will get a face full of binky boy jizz
Bo rushed to get out of the way and was just in time for Miss Summer to give me a countdown to cum
“10, 9 ,87,6,5,4,3,2,1 now leak boy”
On command I exploded, sending a stream of seamen from my little binky balls
It was amazing but there was now the issue of a wet dirty towel and we know Miss Summer hates mess.
“suck your dirty spunk off the towel now Binky Freak”
I put the towel in my mouth and sucked vigorously, swallowing the mess I made, and getting it all over my binky.
Both ladies laughed at my pain and humiliation.
Miss Summer said “ Thank me and Miss Lauren for our time and go clean yourself up”
I thanked both ladies and asked Miss Lauren if I could have a Dorito to take the salty taste of cum out of my mouth.
Miss Lauren laughed and said “ Fuck off freak, they are mine, you keep the taste of spunk in your mouth as a reminder of tonight and don't clean your teeth until morning
I was then dismissed
Anonymous Confession
Through thoughts of blades and twisted knives,
She scatters footprints in our lives,
With pain and pleasure she derives,
the methods to peek at our insides.
And soon she knows,
Slaps and blows,
They come in droves,
I'm on my toes,
Through ebbs and flows,
Of friends or foes,
With screams and no's,
She twists me with her will.
I beg and plead,
With fear and need,
I must succeed,
Submit indeed.
And so I write,
after my fight,
With great delight,
To show that I am hers.
She scatters footprints in our lives,
With pain and pleasure she derives,
the methods to peek at our insides.
And soon she knows,
Slaps and blows,
They come in droves,
I'm on my toes,
Through ebbs and flows,
Of friends or foes,
With screams and no's,
She twists me with her will.
I beg and plead,
With fear and need,
I must succeed,
Submit indeed.
And so I write,
after my fight,
With great delight,
To show that I am hers.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Impromptu Confessions: My Favourite Toy Is...
I love my nails... my teeth... I control the pain... so easily and I can feel it so much better... taste it... they are my tools, my implements of pain...
My favorite toy is...
My Hitachi wand. The end.
My favorite toy is my vibrating prostate massager.
My favorite toy is... My senses.
The way my body perceives the world,
The way I can interpret what's going on,
My window to the outside,
I love to be at the mercy of my Lady,
Her power extending so far as to manipulate my brain,
Her ability to twist and disrupt my sensation,
I love her manipulation of my world.
My favorite toy is my mind,
The way she plays with my very being,
The way she turns me into her own toy.
My world at her whim.
My favorite toy is my purple corset handle suede flogger. It was the first real impact toy I bought. Prior to that my mentor had made me a pair of rope floggers to practice with. Those are still in my toy bag. For sentimental reasons. Madi loves my 'Hello Kitty' paddle; just ask her *wink*
Taren
My favorite toy is my chastity cage with 5 pointy teeth that cause painful discomfort at times for the pleasure of my Dommes.
My favorite toy is my Stockroom 'Talon' nipple clamp: five retracting curved wires. Much tougher than clover clamps!
My favorite toy is my Fleshlight, which i only use under guidance :)
My favorite toy is my ability to use my words to tease and to manipulate his mind.
My favorite toy is my mind and my imagination... I can bring things to life within my mind before placing them onto paper or bringing them into the real world. Things said, done, or thought by persons, I feed into my imagination. I then produce unique stories and bring a second depth into my relationships.
My favorite toy is.....a vacuum cleaner.
(couldn't help it)
I'm not Xavier
My favorite toy is a strap-on. As crude as it might sound, it's a dick I never had. And I would honestly choose it over any elaborate and complex toy you could come up with. It's just completely irreplaceable for me and it serves me amazingly well in my play . I could totally write an ode to it if only I could write. Yay.
My favorite toy is...
My Hitachi wand. The end.
My favorite toy is my vibrating prostate massager.
My favorite toy is... My senses.
The way my body perceives the world,
The way I can interpret what's going on,
My window to the outside,
I love to be at the mercy of my Lady,
Her power extending so far as to manipulate my brain,
Her ability to twist and disrupt my sensation,
I love her manipulation of my world.
My favorite toy is my mind,
The way she plays with my very being,
The way she turns me into her own toy.
My world at her whim.
My favorite toy is my purple corset handle suede flogger. It was the first real impact toy I bought. Prior to that my mentor had made me a pair of rope floggers to practice with. Those are still in my toy bag. For sentimental reasons. Madi loves my 'Hello Kitty' paddle; just ask her *wink*
Taren
My favorite toy is my chastity cage with 5 pointy teeth that cause painful discomfort at times for the pleasure of my Dommes.
My favorite toy is my Stockroom 'Talon' nipple clamp: five retracting curved wires. Much tougher than clover clamps!
My favorite toy is my Fleshlight, which i only use under guidance :)
My favorite toy is my ability to use my words to tease and to manipulate his mind.
My favorite toy is my mind and my imagination... I can bring things to life within my mind before placing them onto paper or bringing them into the real world. Things said, done, or thought by persons, I feed into my imagination. I then produce unique stories and bring a second depth into my relationships.
My favorite toy is.....a vacuum cleaner.
(couldn't help it)
I'm not Xavier
My favorite toy is a strap-on. As crude as it might sound, it's a dick I never had. And I would honestly choose it over any elaborate and complex toy you could come up with. It's just completely irreplaceable for me and it serves me amazingly well in my play . I could totally write an ode to it if only I could write. Yay.
Diary Of A Dominion Auction Slave by Xavier
by Xavier
The ladies gather near the stage on which i'm kneeling, naked in a cage
I feel their eyes and begin to blush, frightened, yet excited. Wow, what rush
It's my turn. Though nervous and cold, I must impress if I am to be sold
I answer questions and even tell a joke and finally am purchased for a can of coke
Even though the price is low, off with my owner I must go
Day 1
She chains me to the radiator and says "Listen here you pathetic masturbator
I own you now for a week, now cage my cock so it won't leak."
She stripped me naked and my clothes she burnt, then whispered to me "Forget all you've learnt;
You're mine now and by day seven my debauched world will become your Heaven"
Day 2
Mistress kicked me and then she said, "I think it's time that fat ass bled." She strapped me to her crucifix, then whipped and beat me just for kicks. She used whips, crops and leather belts to cover my ass in angry welts
Day 3
"Two days have gone and I have allowed to pass without invading your pretty ass. On day three I have set a goal to fuck and stretch your glory hole."
She took a strap-on from a case, it was fucking huge. You should have seen my face.
She lubed it up and fucked me deep, I remember that night -- as I could not sleep
Day 4
"Wake up my slave it's day four, today I'll make you my little whore." I had to wear a dress and heels so high, and was then taken (to a gay bar) to perform forced bi.
Day 5
By day five I had accepted my fate: I was hers to humiliate. She took me to a public park, and -- on collar and leash -- she made me bark. I realized I had become her dog, to tease and torture, for her to use and flog.
Day 6
My lady said "Thank fuck it's Friday. Today my whore the you clean and tidy." I then made lunch and she invited friends who fucked me with strap-ons from both ends. When I thought she couldn't be any meaner, she made me fuck the vacuum cleaner. With my humiliation complete , I knelt before her and kissed her feet.
Day 7
As we got to day seven, my lady's debauched world indeed had become my heaven. She released my cock and then said "Go!". I turned and cried and pleaded "No!". She smiled softly, gave my cock a rub and said "Xav be happy; you are now a dominion sub."
The ladies gather near the stage on which i'm kneeling, naked in a cage
I feel their eyes and begin to blush, frightened, yet excited. Wow, what rush
It's my turn. Though nervous and cold, I must impress if I am to be sold
I answer questions and even tell a joke and finally am purchased for a can of coke
Even though the price is low, off with my owner I must go
Day 1
She chains me to the radiator and says "Listen here you pathetic masturbator
I own you now for a week, now cage my cock so it won't leak."
She stripped me naked and my clothes she burnt, then whispered to me "Forget all you've learnt;
You're mine now and by day seven my debauched world will become your Heaven"
Day 2
Mistress kicked me and then she said, "I think it's time that fat ass bled." She strapped me to her crucifix, then whipped and beat me just for kicks. She used whips, crops and leather belts to cover my ass in angry welts
Day 3
"Two days have gone and I have allowed to pass without invading your pretty ass. On day three I have set a goal to fuck and stretch your glory hole."
She took a strap-on from a case, it was fucking huge. You should have seen my face.
She lubed it up and fucked me deep, I remember that night -- as I could not sleep
Day 4
"Wake up my slave it's day four, today I'll make you my little whore." I had to wear a dress and heels so high, and was then taken (to a gay bar) to perform forced bi.
Day 5
By day five I had accepted my fate: I was hers to humiliate. She took me to a public park, and -- on collar and leash -- she made me bark. I realized I had become her dog, to tease and torture, for her to use and flog.
Day 6
My lady said "Thank fuck it's Friday. Today my whore the you clean and tidy." I then made lunch and she invited friends who fucked me with strap-ons from both ends. When I thought she couldn't be any meaner, she made me fuck the vacuum cleaner. With my humiliation complete , I knelt before her and kissed her feet.
Day 7
As we got to day seven, my lady's debauched world indeed had become my heaven. She released my cock and then said "Go!". I turned and cried and pleaded "No!". She smiled softly, gave my cock a rub and said "Xav be happy; you are now a dominion sub."
Zero Day by Doc
by Doc Nolan
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(Note: A ‘zero day’ is a day that a long-distance backpacker takes off from hiking – sometimes spent in town, sometimes ‘on the trail’. It is a respite from collapse, both physical and mental, after days of trudging up and down mountains through rain and under the baking sun.)
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It had been six days. It was time to rest. Jimmy had simply sat down and decided, ‘From here I don’t move for the next 36 hours – maybe more!” It had taken a half hour lying on his back gazing at the cumulus clouds scudding across the blue vault before he had the energy to put up his tent. The sun was way past noon in the southern sky, but he still had several hours until sunset. He estimated about 3 pm.
He heard a noise. A vehicle. It turned out to be a jeep, trailing a cloud of dust as it crossed the open field from a distant dirt road.
“Well, how are you doing?” shouted Jane. Yep, she had said she’d come here and she had. Jimmy was more than a bit surprised. “How did you know I’d be here today?” he asked. “Well, I figured you’d show sooner or later if I waited for you.” Jimmy realized she was right. She had a lot of patience.
“Oh,” she added, “I brought pizza!” She grinned. “Oh my fucking god,” said Jimmy. “You are kidding!”
“Don’t get your hopes up, sonny,” she said. “It’s from this morning and is stone-cold.” She knew he wouldn't care. She knew Jimmy that well.
As they ate the pizza, there was a long silence. She spoke first. “I’ve missed you a lot, Jimmy.” She put her hand on his knee, gently stroking it. He knew she wouldn't like the truth. “Uh, Jane, I’m really not in the mood now. I’m hot. I’m sweaty. I’m ridiculously tired. The only thing I want to do is to sleep. OK?” He could tell from her face that it was definitely NOT OK. He hoped she wouldn’t start a fight. He didn't have the energy.
“Well, I didn't expect that response, Jimmy!” She glared. He felt even more weary now. She was not into hiking and he supposed she simply had no idea of what exhaustion was. He forgave her. He knew better than to say a single word.
“Well, aren't you going to say anything?” she asked. He shook his head ‘no’.
“I will, then. I fucking drive all the way up here to meet you and you tell me ‘I’m not interested’. Right?”
Jimmy nodded, but added, “Let me try to explain…”
She interrupted. “Make it good, Jimmy. I am not happy!” She stopped there. He was thankful.
“I am very tired. I want you to spend the night with me in the tent. I want to hold you and hear you and smell you and touch you. I’m just saying I don’t want anything more than that.” She stared at him silently.
He then remembered something. He reached into his pocket and found it: a mass of green crystals he’d found while crossing a stream. It was unusual because the rock hadn't been tumbled in the water until it was smooth. It was newly uncovered. He had no idea how it had survived and ended up there.
“I found this and I thought you might like it. Green is your favorite color.” He waited to see if it would appeal to her – or be dismissed as a ploy. She smiled. That was a good sign.
“You are weird, Jimmy! One second you’re telling me you’re too tired for sex, and the next you’re giving me something pretty.” She gave him a funny look. He returned the gaze, equally puzzled. He didn't see the connection. He was exhausted and didn't feel any twinge of sexuality and he wanted to give her a present. Two different things.
They finished the cold pizza and then Jimmy suggested a freeze-dried lasagna (Mountain House). She didn't seem very excited by the idea but once he’d boiled some water over his alcohol stove and poured it into the bag she seemed as hungry as he was. Almost.
That night as they cuddled under his quilt, he spoke up. “I’m sorry I’m not able to ‘do it’ tonight.”
She replied, “Shhhh. Don’t worry about it. Some other time you can make it up to me.”
“I will, you know,” he replied. There was another pause. Jimmy spoke again.
“Will you meet me at the end of the trail next weekend?” He waited for her answer.
“I’ll try. I’m not making any promises,” she said.
“OK. Just do me a favor of leaving a message on my cellphone if you are not going to meet me. I’ll get the message once I’m in town and have service.”
“I’ll do that.” She paused. “You still owe me, Jimmy.”
Jimmy replied, “I know. I’ll do whatever you say once I’m back in civilization. You know I always do, right?”
“Yeah”, said Jane. “You do. This I’ll let pass. Anyway, you look like shit, frankly, Jimmy.”
“Yep! I know. Thanks for understanding, Jane.”
She replied with a chuckle, “Now go to fucking sleep, you asshole. And when we get back together, remember that you said ‘I’ll do whatever you say once we’re back in civilization.’
The couple were soon snoring. Neither of them even heard the coyotes yodeling under the full moon that night. They just snuggled, warm and dry in the middle of nowhere. The sleeping couple both believed that promises made under a full moon are never to be broken
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(Note: A ‘zero day’ is a day that a long-distance backpacker takes off from hiking – sometimes spent in town, sometimes ‘on the trail’. It is a respite from collapse, both physical and mental, after days of trudging up and down mountains through rain and under the baking sun.)
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It had been six days. It was time to rest. Jimmy had simply sat down and decided, ‘From here I don’t move for the next 36 hours – maybe more!” It had taken a half hour lying on his back gazing at the cumulus clouds scudding across the blue vault before he had the energy to put up his tent. The sun was way past noon in the southern sky, but he still had several hours until sunset. He estimated about 3 pm.
He heard a noise. A vehicle. It turned out to be a jeep, trailing a cloud of dust as it crossed the open field from a distant dirt road.
“Well, how are you doing?” shouted Jane. Yep, she had said she’d come here and she had. Jimmy was more than a bit surprised. “How did you know I’d be here today?” he asked. “Well, I figured you’d show sooner or later if I waited for you.” Jimmy realized she was right. She had a lot of patience.
“Oh,” she added, “I brought pizza!” She grinned. “Oh my fucking god,” said Jimmy. “You are kidding!”
“Don’t get your hopes up, sonny,” she said. “It’s from this morning and is stone-cold.” She knew he wouldn't care. She knew Jimmy that well.
As they ate the pizza, there was a long silence. She spoke first. “I’ve missed you a lot, Jimmy.” She put her hand on his knee, gently stroking it. He knew she wouldn't like the truth. “Uh, Jane, I’m really not in the mood now. I’m hot. I’m sweaty. I’m ridiculously tired. The only thing I want to do is to sleep. OK?” He could tell from her face that it was definitely NOT OK. He hoped she wouldn’t start a fight. He didn't have the energy.
“Well, I didn't expect that response, Jimmy!” She glared. He felt even more weary now. She was not into hiking and he supposed she simply had no idea of what exhaustion was. He forgave her. He knew better than to say a single word.
“Well, aren't you going to say anything?” she asked. He shook his head ‘no’.
“I will, then. I fucking drive all the way up here to meet you and you tell me ‘I’m not interested’. Right?”
Jimmy nodded, but added, “Let me try to explain…”
She interrupted. “Make it good, Jimmy. I am not happy!” She stopped there. He was thankful.
“I am very tired. I want you to spend the night with me in the tent. I want to hold you and hear you and smell you and touch you. I’m just saying I don’t want anything more than that.” She stared at him silently.
He then remembered something. He reached into his pocket and found it: a mass of green crystals he’d found while crossing a stream. It was unusual because the rock hadn't been tumbled in the water until it was smooth. It was newly uncovered. He had no idea how it had survived and ended up there.
“I found this and I thought you might like it. Green is your favorite color.” He waited to see if it would appeal to her – or be dismissed as a ploy. She smiled. That was a good sign.
“You are weird, Jimmy! One second you’re telling me you’re too tired for sex, and the next you’re giving me something pretty.” She gave him a funny look. He returned the gaze, equally puzzled. He didn't see the connection. He was exhausted and didn't feel any twinge of sexuality and he wanted to give her a present. Two different things.
They finished the cold pizza and then Jimmy suggested a freeze-dried lasagna (Mountain House). She didn't seem very excited by the idea but once he’d boiled some water over his alcohol stove and poured it into the bag she seemed as hungry as he was. Almost.
That night as they cuddled under his quilt, he spoke up. “I’m sorry I’m not able to ‘do it’ tonight.”
She replied, “Shhhh. Don’t worry about it. Some other time you can make it up to me.”
“I will, you know,” he replied. There was another pause. Jimmy spoke again.
“Will you meet me at the end of the trail next weekend?” He waited for her answer.
“I’ll try. I’m not making any promises,” she said.
“OK. Just do me a favor of leaving a message on my cellphone if you are not going to meet me. I’ll get the message once I’m in town and have service.”
“I’ll do that.” She paused. “You still owe me, Jimmy.”
Jimmy replied, “I know. I’ll do whatever you say once I’m back in civilization. You know I always do, right?”
“Yeah”, said Jane. “You do. This I’ll let pass. Anyway, you look like shit, frankly, Jimmy.”
“Yep! I know. Thanks for understanding, Jane.”
She replied with a chuckle, “Now go to fucking sleep, you asshole. And when we get back together, remember that you said ‘I’ll do whatever you say once we’re back in civilization.’
The couple were soon snoring. Neither of them even heard the coyotes yodeling under the full moon that night. They just snuggled, warm and dry in the middle of nowhere. The sleeping couple both believed that promises made under a full moon are never to be broken
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