I am a city girl at heart. I love the buzz and the people and the lights and the noise. I like the atmosphere and the impersonal aspect of it. I miss living in a city. I hate the little town I live in, it’s dull and boring and nosy and small, in both size and mind. However it does have a couple of things going for it, you can get on the train and be in central London within 25 minutes and it is surrounded by beautiful countryside because despite being a city girl and wishing I lived there I also like the opportunity to spend some time in a more rural setting.
I have never understood people who want to retire to the countryside or live in a little cottage in a tiny village though. It looks and sounds idyllic that is until you need some milk at 9pm at night and the nearest supermarket is 10 miles away and you have had a glass of wine or two. See, the city girl in me is showing her colours now right? However that doesn’t mean I don’t like the countryside because I do I just really do not want to live it.
What I do want to do is visit it often, mainly on nice warm sunny days but also crisp clear winter ones, or misty grey autumn ones work too. I want to walk and explore pathways and woodlands, fields and river banks. I have a large collection Ordnance Survey maps which I treasure which cover most of the county I live in and at least part of 3 surrounding counties. I also have maps for parts of the south coast and Bristol and the surrounding area. I am sure you are wondering why, with the advent of modern technology and Google maps I require such antiquated nonsense. Well Google maps only knows about roads, it knows about jack shit about footpaths, right of ways, short cuts through farm yards, tow paths etc. My maps, they show you all of that and more, they show you old graveyards, historical buildings, lost footpaths that no one uses any more but that are still perfectly legal right of ways. They are, if you have the time and patience, potential maps to treasure troves of beauty and opportunity.
Opportunity for what I hear you ask? Oh come now, surely this is not your first visit to my site? (If it is, a huge welcome by the way, I hope you enjoy what you find here, do stay a while and click around I have a lot of content for you to explore) And if it’s not your first time here then you will surely know that I what I like to do most of all when I get out in the countryside is remove my clothes and take self portraits. Yes, all my images here are self portraits, but that is a post for another time.
There is something taking your clothes off surrounded by nothing but trees and fields, or rivers or whatever rural location I find something in to make me as horny as hell. Feeling the earth beneath my feet, or the wet grass, or the soft mud, the smells, the noises, the light, there is something about it all that makes me feel so very alive. It is raw and basic and natural and beautiful, even on the coldest winter day there is a frosted harsh beauty to it all that makes me feel happy.
It is not uncommon for me, although this is usually on warm days, to text Michael from my walk and ask if I can make myself come. This is always after I have taken my pictures, put my clothes back on and packed up my stuff. I will then find a little spot, push my hands down my pants and rub my little clit until I come right there in the middle of the woods or laying in the long grass, or hiding behind a grave stone, or where ever it is that my wanderings have led me too. There is something extra special about having an orgasm outside surrounded by nature that I find just really joyful.
So yeah, nature and I have a special relationship. I like to visit with it often and it can nearly always woo me into taking my clothes off especially when the sun is shining and nature has provided me with the perfect spot to sit and rest a moment in its company.
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