Xavier

Taking 21 m£n in the forest. 44F [g@ng b@ng] [true story] [d0gging] Half of this story is true, if any of my followers who read this were at Toohey in January, you’ll recognise parts, maybe even yourself. The other half is my current desire weaved into my reality. Here goes. It’s on. ‘Tomorrow night?’ My screen flashes ‘Yes, 9pm, Toohey Forest’ ‘I can do that’ he says I’ve planned these before, but it’s always been on my own. I think of doing it and the timing seems right, so I post, I turn up, I wait and one by one a crowd turns up to fvck me, one by one, d!ck after d!ck, until I’m sopping wet, and then it’s time to go home. This time is different. This time I am sharing the experience. I wake up on the day, this day, and I lie in my dark room under the warm covers, thinking about the arc that my day will take, thinking, step by step, of all the things I need to do in preparation for the night. Mid morning, I stop into the chemist and buy a box of condoms. It’s always awkward buying condoms no matter how old or experienced I get. It’s just a subtle reminder to the cashier, ‘I have sex’, you’re no longer just a person going about their day, you’re a person who will soon be fucked. I bought lube once, many gang bangs ago, but I still haven’t opened it. I never needed it. I have lunch out, a banh mi, grilled pork, and as I’m cramming into my mouth, I check ‘Still on for tonight?’ An eternity passes while I finish my roll and finally the reply arrives ‘Are you sure? Should we really do this?’ I’m sure. It’s on. Mid afternoon, I hang the laundry, I vacuum, I think about the post that I will write, my invitation. It’s only hours away, in just hours, I will transform, from house work and groceries, to flesh, to milky white skin in the dark, circled by men, stroking, waiting their turn. Late afternoon, I check the weather, and it’s mild, not hot, not cold, a light breeze, the sky darkening as the sun dips lower on the horizon. I do my first post ‘Heads up. I’m out tonight. Same rules as usual, no one under 25, you must wear a condom, no photos’ It’s just a few minutes before the first notifications start to light up my phone. I always give a heads up. If I post too early, someone might be waiting before I get there, and I like to arrive alone. I know that people are checking, to see if I’m out. The first post gives them time to prepare. Time to make their own plan, a plan that matches my plan. A plan to come and see me, in my element, in my prime. I pack my bag, my condoms, the unopened lube just in case. I let my safety know where I will be and when I will check in. I shower, wash my hair, I clean my cunt, wet, just with water, I wash in between every fold, the wash cloth inspecting me with its grainy towel. I dry off and I feel fresh and new. I dress, the low cut dress, the one where if I wear a push up bra, there’s just a little bit of cleavage. I’m not wearing a push up bra though, it will only be so short that I am wearing it. I dry my hair and I look in the mirror as I heat and brush, head tilted to the side. My face looking back at me. Confident, self assured. I am powerful. I am erotic. I am the centre of your desire. At 8.30pm I post, and I let them know where to meet me, and I set off. I arrive just before 9pm, it’s empty, it’s dark. I see the picnic table that I pass on an ordinary weekend as I head into the bush on my hike. I take a seat, and I wait. The waiting. The anticipation. My phone has been buzzing constantly since I posted but from here I won’t open it. I sit in the dark, and I wonder who will come, I wonder about the shapes of their dicks, I wonder how I will present myself, and I wonder how they will fuck me, my brain buzzes more than my phone and my excitement is reflected with a buzz in my crotch, a tingle, a sparkle. The first car drives into the car park and I follow the headlights with my gaze, until it stops in a spot at the far end.