I have often wondered if I was a wood nymph in a previous life. I am at home amongst trees, happy, relaxed. I’m sure those that know me well might say playful and mischievous in amongst the trees too. I couldn’t possibly comment.
It’s the one thing I don’t like about where I live, there just aren’t that many wooded areas to walk around, at least, not ones you can freely and easily access. But there is lots of water around here, which I adore being around.
Back to trees, why do I love them so much. I don’t really have a definitive answer but there are lots of factors. I think they have a soothing and calming effect on me. The way the sunlight dapples through the leaves on a summers day and yet it still feels cool. The way the wind whistles through the branches in the winter and yet you still feel protected. Or the way the shadows play tricks on your mind as the sun sets, leaving you unsure about what could be lurking in the darkness.
Perhaps it’s just the quiet stillness, away from life’s hustle and bustle. The restful ambience, soothing away my stress and strains. A place to think but also a place where I can clear my mind and breathe deeply enough to cleanse my soul.
“I love the forest. It is the place where you hear yourself better.”
Fahadh Faasil
Then of course there’s being pushed against the rough bark as I’m being fucked from behind. The contrast of smooth skin against the roughness of the bark always leaves me aching for more. Maybe running my fingers over the scratches in the days afterwards, remembering all those feelings and sensations from the moment helps.
But sometimes this wood nymph just likes to lay back and have a little nap whilst listening to the rustling of the leaves.