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off to sleep.
Looking around, I was strangely aware that I was dreaming. Not enough to be an active participant, but I just had that feeling. It was just in the back of my mind for a brief moment.
I was surrounded by well-aged trees towering over me high in the sky. The air was pretty dry and so was the ground beneath my feet. Careful, I started to walk. I had to take care not to twist my ankle on all the round pebbles and rocks. It looked like a dried-up riverbed. The sun was flowing down in streams of liquid gold, sneaking through the trees’ protective covering. There was nothing but pure nature around me. I had a feeling I’d been there before, but I couldn’t put my finger on the location.
By the looks of my purple and grey hiking boots, it was the place for a hike. It was always a safe bet to follow the river if you didn’t know where you were going. Maybe it would lead to water or a landmark that could spark a memory. Nervous about twisting my ankle, I decided it would be good to find a walking stick of some sort.
My trek through the woods was relaxing. There was just enough sun filtering down to light the way and keep me a bit more than warm. Luckily, the canopy kept it cool enough that I wasn’t uncomfortable.
The path I followed finally met up with a small stream. I found some nice large rocks along the edge to sit upon and take a break. I rested my rump to remove my boots and socks. With my love of water, how could I resist sticking in my toes?
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
If I didn’t love the sound of his voice so much, I might have been startled. I turned to face him and gifted him a soft smile. “And why wouldn’t I want to?”
“Darling, something might jump up and bite those cute little toes of yours. We wouldn’t want that now.”
“I’m not sure there’s anything big enough in this trickling stream to bite anything, let alone my toes. Ignoring his warning, I enjoyed the cool tickle of the quick flowing stream across my feet. “What are you doing out here?”
“Hiking and, of course, looking for you. I brought you lunch.” From behind, he pulled a picnic basket out of nowhere.
“Oh yeah? What do you have in there? I could use a snack.” My stomach’s growls were loud enough to scare away any wildlife.
“What I have here is what you want.” He gave me a little eyebrow wiggle and a big fat smile. Kaden knew that as hungry as my belly was, my loins were even hungrier for him, and he gloated in it.
He moved in slow and found a flat spot just off to the side of the small boulder I sat on. He opened the basket and pulled out a red-and-white checkered blanket and laid it on the ground. He continued to empty the contents of the basket.
I wasn’t sure how it all fit in there. Wine glasses, a bottle of white wine, a hot thermos, and two ceramic coffee mugs—like the ones from my favorite café—and two bottles of water. Then came the food. A loaf of crusty fresh baked yeasty bread, an assortment of meats and cheeses, and some kind of pie.
“Is that pie?” My mouth watered under my tongue.
“What picnic would be complete without pie? This one is like the one my baba used to make. Cherry blueberry with a brown sugar crust. It has just the right amount of tartness but sweet enough to have you licking your lips, wanting more.” And with that his tongue glided across his upper lip just before he sucked in his fat bottom lip. “Mmmm,” he moaned just loud enough for me to hear.
I hoped I wasn’t drooling. I needed to force my mouth shut even if it was only for a second. “That looks real good. I can almost taste it.”
I played into his flirtatious double meaning banter. Something I would probably never have the guts to do in the real world.
“I bet you can. We can always be naughty and work our way backward if you want. Why not just dive into dessert first?” He suggested.
His eyes showed me he meant business. They appeared darker at that moment than I
Looking around, I was strangely aware that I was dreaming. Not enough to be an active participant, but I just had that feeling. It was just in the back of my mind for a brief moment.
I was surrounded by well-aged trees towering over me high in the sky. The air was pretty dry and so was the ground beneath my feet. Careful, I started to walk. I had to take care not to twist my ankle on all the round pebbles and rocks. It looked like a dried-up riverbed. The sun was flowing down in streams of liquid gold, sneaking through the trees’ protective covering. There was nothing but pure nature around me. I had a feeling I’d been there before, but I couldn’t put my finger on the location.
By the looks of my purple and grey hiking boots, it was the place for a hike. It was always a safe bet to follow the river if you didn’t know where you were going. Maybe it would lead to water or a landmark that could spark a memory. Nervous about twisting my ankle, I decided it would be good to find a walking stick of some sort.
My trek through the woods was relaxing. There was just enough sun filtering down to light the way and keep me a bit more than warm. Luckily, the canopy kept it cool enough that I wasn’t uncomfortable.
The path I followed finally met up with a small stream. I found some nice large rocks along the edge to sit upon and take a break. I rested my rump to remove my boots and socks. With my love of water, how could I resist sticking in my toes?
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
If I didn’t love the sound of his voice so much, I might have been startled. I turned to face him and gifted him a soft smile. “And why wouldn’t I want to?”
“Darling, something might jump up and bite those cute little toes of yours. We wouldn’t want that now.”
“I’m not sure there’s anything big enough in this trickling stream to bite anything, let alone my toes. Ignoring his warning, I enjoyed the cool tickle of the quick flowing stream across my feet. “What are you doing out here?”
“Hiking and, of course, looking for you. I brought you lunch.” From behind, he pulled a picnic basket out of nowhere.
“Oh yeah? What do you have in there? I could use a snack.” My stomach’s growls were loud enough to scare away any wildlife.
“What I have here is what you want.” He gave me a little eyebrow wiggle and a big fat smile. Kaden knew that as hungry as my belly was, my loins were even hungrier for him, and he gloated in it.
He moved in slow and found a flat spot just off to the side of the small boulder I sat on. He opened the basket and pulled out a red-and-white checkered blanket and laid it on the ground. He continued to empty the contents of the basket.
I wasn’t sure how it all fit in there. Wine glasses, a bottle of white wine, a hot thermos, and two ceramic coffee mugs—like the ones from my favorite café—and two bottles of water. Then came the food. A loaf of crusty fresh baked yeasty bread, an assortment of meats and cheeses, and some kind of pie.
“Is that pie?” My mouth watered under my tongue.
“What picnic would be complete without pie? This one is like the one my baba used to make. Cherry blueberry with a brown sugar crust. It has just the right amount of tartness but sweet enough to have you licking your lips, wanting more.” And with that his tongue glided across his upper lip just before he sucked in his fat bottom lip. “Mmmm,” he moaned just loud enough for me to hear.
I hoped I wasn’t drooling. I needed to force my mouth shut even if it was only for a second. “That looks real good. I can almost taste it.”
I played into his flirtatious double meaning banter. Something I would probably never have the guts to do in the real world.
“I bet you can. We can always be naughty and work our way backward if you want. Why not just dive into dessert first?” He suggested.
His eyes showed me he meant business. They appeared darker at that moment than I
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