A Confession in the Woods - NSFW
Added 2025-10-27 12:00:12 +0000 UTCIf you’re reading this, it means I’ve either escaped or someone found me out here, lost in these woods. My name’s not important, but my story might be. It started innocently enough at a coffee shop downtown. She walked in, this vision with dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a gray top straining against her massive arms and chest. Her smile—God, that smile—was warm, sweet, like honey on a summer day. We talked, just casual chatter over lattes, and her personality drew me in. She was kind, funny, and those muscles? They hinted at something powerful, but I never imagined how much.
I’m married. I shouldn’t have gone back. But that smile haunted me, and I found myself returning the next day, then the next. She noticed, and soon she invited me out—said she had a special place to show me. I should’ve said no, thought of my wife waiting at home, but I couldn’t resist. She drove us deep into the woods, the trees closing in until we reached a secluded spot by a stream. The air was thick, the silence heavy, and that’s when everything changed.
Her sweet smile vanished the moment we stopped. Her eyes turned sharp, commanding, and she stepped close, her biceps flexing as she loomed over me. “Worship me,” she said, her voice low and firm, leaving no room for argument. I froze, terrified, my heart pounding as she grabbed my shoulders with hands that could crush me. She made me kneel, her strength undeniable, and I obeyed. I don’t know why—maybe fear, maybe something deeper—but I started to praise her, my voice trembling as I traced the lines of her arms with my eyes.
She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine, and pulled me up, pressing me against a tree. Her body was a fortress, every muscle defined, her chest heaving as she dominated me. I was scared, yes, but there was excitement too, a rush I’d never felt. She ordered me to serve her, to kiss her arms, her abs, and I did, my hands shaking as I touched her power. It was intoxicating—being under her control, feeling her strength bend my will. My wife’s face flashed in my mind, but it faded fast. This woman, this goddess, was rewriting everything I thought I knew.
I don’t think I’ll ever leave. She’s taken me deeper into her world, making me her servant in these woods. Each day, she demands more—lifting me with ease, pinning me down, her voice a mix of command and seduction. I’m terrified of what she might do, but the thrill of her dominance keeps me here. My body aches, my mind spins, and yet I crave it. If I ever escape, what do I tell my wife? “I met a woman with muscles like steel and a will to match, and now I’m hers”? She’d never understand. And honestly, I’m not sure I want to leave. My wife, her gentle love—it wouldn’t be enough after this. This power, this submission, it’s all I can think about.
I wrote this on this scrap of paper, tucked it in my pocket, hoping someone finds it. Maybe it’s a cry for help, maybe a confession. If you’re reading, know I’m out here, lost to her strength, her beauty. Tell my wife… tell her I’m sorry, but I don’t know if I’ll come back. I just want to serve, to feel this again and again. The woods hide us now, and I’m hers.
Comments
Elle est parfaite 😍❤️🔥
Olivier CHASSOT
2025-10-28 05:49:38 +0000 UTC
