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Pringles Emitting Wisdom, AT Macramé Wall Hanging at Boots Off and Being Persuaded in a New Direction
I felt I was able to take a step back from the situation and remember that it was all funny. There were still moments where I found I would fall back into a state of seriousness, however I was able to be more watchful and observant of the temptation I had to make things real.
Attraction Versus Pain, Deafening Silence and the Pattern of Running Away
Freshly cleansed from our sins, we drove to the gas station to buy some things. There, we noticed a Greek God of a man filling up his gas tank and all three of us went stupid. His tool belt wrapped around his waist while his jeans neatly outlined his bulge. His muscles protruded out of his shirt, he had airbrushed bronze skin and perfectly cut masculine features. You would think he was posing for an x-rated calendar. We all experienced a heat wave in our bodies and shouted “OW-OWWW” out of our windows like a bunch of teenage girls. We calmed down when we realized we were only five minutes out of church and were already trying to bang the gas station guy.
Weaving in Solitude, Reminiscing Childhood and Unraveling Pieces of Past Trauma
I felt sadistic. I knew I was playing head games with him. Part of the seduction process was to establish an emotional connection/bond. I would cry in front him, making him feel as if I depended on him. I could appear to attach to him, yet I knew in my heart that I could also leave him behind and move on to my next victim at any moment. I was talented at building the feelings up, just as I was talented at breaking people down. An artificial high to keep people at arms length, in fear of getting my heart broken.
Shattered Glass, Forbidden Blood and Filling My Void
Drool poured from out of my mouth. The deeper he filled my void, the more I wasn’t able to recognize that I was running from my own darkness. He took my drool and wiped it all over my face, then kissed me with his mouth wide open. I recalled the way he first looked at me with those eyes and how much it made me want to cum upon first glance. It has only intensified to a white hot lightning since then. I yearned to get closer to him, but I was still light years away from him.
Break Time on Roan Mountain and Falling Out of Hammocks at Camp
He let go of his grip, stealthily walked behind me and unleashed a sharp scent of tobacco against the back of my neck. His presence caused my body to become hypersensitive as remnants of his cigarette ashes fell onto my skin. I had no idea where he was going or what his next move was—enticing me with wonder and fear. He let me relish in the bitter flavor of his lips—the nicotine leaving a lasting impression of nostalgia and desire. Toxic fumes luring me in… out of my control, drool poured from the bottom of my lip.
Breakfast Burrito Trail Magic, Unaka Mountain and Bright Green Hues Accented with Moss Colored Rope
I could tell how badly he wanted to make sure we wouldn’t lose our connection on trail and I reassured him through energy that it was going to be okay whichever way it went. The feeling was altogether mutual; often a part of me that experienced immense difficulty “leaving” a close lover behind. However, as God had shown me time and time again—if it was meant for me to be with someone, our paths would cross again until there would be no more lessons for us to learn.
VHS Tapes, Apple Fritters, Time Warp from Living in the Woods
I felt so blessed to be held by my lover in such a comforting space of warmth and protection. Sometimes, I wished I could grasp onto those moments in time, but then I remembered that everything was passing and to hold onto people and experiences lightly. When I allowed myself be guided from love and a wide open heart, then I didn’t have to worry if our paths would have a change of direction. I could just breathe, for the love we shared would last for lifetimes beyond. All that was required of me was to trust, surrender and be fully present with whomever was in front of me right now.
Naked Hippies Experiencing Off Grid Permaculture Farm
During our shower the heat stopped working, so we called out to Free and he switched the propane tank out. Shortly after it got going again, the nozzle started making a high-pitched noise and exploded into pieces! We busted out laughing and called Free again. Voodoo and I stood shivering covered in soap suds, looking like a bunch of cold naked hippies.
Shibari Tease, Homemade Cookies and Mile 300!
We started our early morning walk and saw a sign on a tree that pointed to some trail magic. We walked down a moss gravel road to land at the steps of a wooden porch that surrounded a cabin-styled house. A lovely property which overlooked an untouched forest with white-tailed deer running wild. We received some fresh homemade cookies made by Southern Cookie Lady, then refilled our bottles with ice cold water and even got to throw our trash out (every hiker’s dream)!
Aphrodisiacs, Freedom of Expression and Six Shot Espressos
“It’s hard to relate to people,” he said, “because I feel like a lot of people don’t understand what I went through and the hardships I experienced. But, I don’t judge anyone. I know that pain is relative to what they went through and what they experienced.”