“Go!” he said
“Run, hide….. you don’t have long. Just a short head start, just enough to make your heart race and my cock harden with the anticipation of catching you. I told you I would bring you here one day and hunt you didn’t I?”
It took a moment for the words ‘hunt you’ to really sink in but when they did it was an electric charge straight from my brain through my gut and down into my cunt.
Stepping away from him I let my eyes scan the trees searching for an escape route. My mind swirls with possibilities and yet my body remains rooted to the spot.
For a moment I pause and turn back towards him. The crystal cold grabs at my breath and turns it into the same whiteness as the frost covered woodland around me and I look at him as he looks at me and then I turn…
*He has taunted me with this idea on many occasions. So far it remains words that infect my brain stirring in me a mixture of competitiveness, lust and small sprinkling of anxiety. When I started editing these images it made me think about those words again. I can image this moment but the rest, what happens after I run, that is something that I don’t yet know but I hope to find out for real one day.
Ps… To really get the full effect of these images I recommend you click on them to see them enlarged!
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