Nature's sign

“Why does my heart betray me so? no not my heart, my love. No longer do I trust him; no longer am I the apple of his eye. I am but a mere grain of sand that flows into a valley.” Carol said to herself as her gaze wandered over the vast landscape that sat before her. A grand canyon lay before her, a place where she could usually find peace. Problem was that her issues could not be dissolved by a hole in the ground. She knew her husband cheated on her, she knew she had no control and she hated it. To some extent she was jealous of her husband for his rampant sexual lust that traveled from woman to woman. She had not felt the burning lust pouring through her body causing an explosion for so long. She longed for the sexual experience that followed with no thought. Whenever she joined with her husband it was never exotic and afterwards she was left to her thoughts which ate her alive. She longed for a solution, she no longer cared for her husband, and all he was to her now was a provider. Carol sat on the earth and felt Mother Nature’s true form in the wind that caressed her skin. This wind was not normal, it was warm where normally cold, and it seemed to have the touch of a gentle woman holding her child. The wind hit carols back and sent shivers through her system as it rolled down into the canyon. Carol felt the dirt that she lay on as the inspiration for her life came. Her problems were solved as she took the advice from Mother Nature that lay before her all along. Anyone could venture into this canyon of mother earth. Mother earth was whoring herself out, she was independent and was not attached to anything but herself. Carol knew this night awaited her; it was the solution that so many signs had reveled. She had no concept left of what should be fought for; all she knew was her own pleasure. She was no longer the bound housewife, but a strong, lively young maiden. She stood and let her own life flow into the canyon below her. Her essence filled the air around her as she boldly walked to her house.

The night follow was one not soon to be forgotten. Carol dressed as a sex kitten, ready to take on any mouse that scurried in her path. Long had she forgotten her club cloths that she wore so many years ago. They fit perfectly except in the bust, still fitting but pushing her lush breasts higher. She walked with confidence in her pencil heels and grasped onto the money she stole from her husband. If this was truly to be her night then she would not pay a cent for anything. Carol’s dark rebel side had swallowed her true personality and took complete control. She strode out of the house and down the street where she saw the car she had always wanted. Its red finish screamed sex, as its sleek contours mimicked her own lusty curves. Her days as a youth were wild and full of nothing but jail and sex. She approached the car using her skills from her youth to enter the car. The most complex task seemed like afternoon tea to carol as she smoothly hot wired the car and sped away. The base pumped throughout the car sending vibrations to the seat below her. As the song sped up the base became deeper and sent pulsing vibrations through her body causing her gasp and sway her hips back and forth to increase the pleasure. As she sat at the red light enjoying her music a car full of devious men pulled up beside her and rolled down their window. The men were greatly surprised when carol didn’t even give them the chance to speak. She licked her finger and left a wet trail towards her breast, pulling down her corset just enough to reveal her hardened nipple. Her seductive eyes pierced the very essence of the men as they’re gaze met her nipple now trapped in the grasp of her fingers. She pulled back up her corset and leaned her head against the cold window. She stroked her covered chest and then ran her hand on the window as she lightly pressed her tongue on the transparent barrier. With that she sped away leaving the men shocked at a green light. The car roared up to the club and came to a halt. She stepped out of the car like a goddess, shocking all that surrounded. Her sexual appetite was apparent and she was ready to strike at any moment. She held her composure and strode to the entrance. The extravagant surroundings disappeared as she passed, all attention focused on her. With a casual glance at the bouncers she continued into the club. Not needing any liquor to loosen her up she went to the dance floor with no distractions. Her eye was set on the stage but there was no need to run to it. She slowly mingled her way into the crowd. Feeling all the power she had ever experienced she manipulated everything in her reach. Her hand reached a young mans face as she gazed into them with deliberate teasing. Her tongue brushed his lips as she grabbed his head and drove it towards her. Her tongue poured over the edge of his ear tickling his senses and sending him shooting straight up. With a good grasp on him she gave him another look then moved on leaving him hard and in desire. Her head slowly turned to seek her new victim. A man decked in black leather pants and a see through shirt caught her attention as his ass drew all her attention. Briefly passing him she wrapped her hand around the firmly carved ass that the man wore. Her arms slithered around his waist reaching what she came for. The man let out a deep gasp and rolled his head as her loving touch, touched him like no other before. Carol grazed her hands over his abs and then allowed them to flow into his pants and continue their work. The man began to thrust his hips at her hands as he reached out his own arms to grasp her ass. She leaned into his ear and whispered...

“It’s all about you, your handiwork will not be needed!”


~~~to be continued in chapter 2~~~