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Camping Trip #2

The outdoors is where I am most relaxed
The fresh air blowing against my face
The humanless quiet of a remote place
The relaxing calm of nature untaxed

I took my wife on another trip
Tricked her that we were going on a cruise ship
Then made another story in order to skip
She loves the indoors like a phone to a chip

The TV screaming
The Apps alarming
The Fan blowing
The constant dusting

Arrived on the sight
A peaceful hillside
A view from above like the top of the world
Apparently, she loves the tent

Alone I walked a slippery hillside track
Met a woman dressed in black
Reading romance from a paperback
Who said her guy just hit the sack

This feel like deja vu of which I’ve dreamt
Where I was ravaged in a stranger’s tent
Bites and bruises I can’t explain
Muscles confused between pleasure and pain

“Less I swell your nipples like it was stung
You must explore my pussy with his tongue”

“I have a wife, a beautiful wife
If she finds out, she’ll end my life”

“While she sleeps, actively your body I’ll keep
And if you fail to satisfy me I’ll kill her in her sleep”

Shivering with fear working my hips
A coldness came over as she kissed me with her black lips
I swear I was in one of Robert Rodriguez scripts
As the noonday darkened as fast as a total eclipse

“I want to be moaning as you impale my wet pussy with your hard cock
And not stopping until I’m behaving like I’m suffering from an electric shock.

“Grind your chest against me as if you love it
And fuck this pussy like there is none above it”

My scrotum in pain
Feels like a popped a vein
Just when I could hear my wife’s voice from afar
I was fighting myself like and hands and body were at war

Up the hill were my shirt and pants
I was nude in the process of washing off ants
Cuts and bruises were plenty at a glance
It’s like the distance
Of the pants
The bites of the ants
And the swollen glance
All left me in a trance
Written by Dre_k47 (DreJames)
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