A tree is beautiful, but what’s more, it has a right to life; like water, the sun and the stars, it is essential. Life on earth is inconceivable without trees. ~ Anton Chekhov
I think my affinity with trees probably stems from childhood and spending many happy hours in the woods with my Grandparents, walking the dog but also looking after my Granddads pheasants that he breed. They also had a very big garden, more a small holding than a garden really, and there were many paths that led into shady corners and secrets benches that were often shaded by various trees. It was always a happy place for me and a place where I always felt safe.
Going to the woods even now feels safe. There is something about a woodland that instantly seems to calm my nerves. I can feel any tension I have flowing from me as I walk beneath the trees. There is a solitude to it but unlike walking across the fields once you are in the woods it is different. You are not really alone at all. You are with the trees. Yes the plants in the fields are alive too but not like trees are. Sometimes I feel like if I sit there quietly I can hear them breathing and murmuring to one another.
In the summer their leaves rustle around me as they whisper their secrets to each other and in the winter, well you have to listen a little bit harder but they most definitely still alive and still talking its just more creaky than rustling.
If trees could talk, well there are plenty I have told my secrets to. Sitting beneath them sharing my thoughts. Luckily they are the best at listening and never tell on you. I like that about trees so very much.
There are also plenty of trees that I have got naked with over the years. That is not much of a secret mind you as my blog is peppered with images of me in various states of undress with various different trees. Woodlands and trees are locations I never get bored of when it comes to my self portraits. They speak to that part of me that loves feeling free and wild. Stripping off in the woods just feels right somehow. No matter the season, being close to nature in that way is always exhilarating and nurturing. No matter what sort of mood I am in it is restorative and I will always come away from it feeling content and happy.
Do I have a kink for trees? I wouldn’t go that far but I definitely have an affinity with them and find them a calming and some times even sensual and erotic influence. Many a woodland has been witness to my orgasm over the years. Also the thought of being hunted through the woods, captured and tied to a tree and thoroughly used; sign me up. Even just as a location for a fuck or a blow job. Writing that has me grinning at one memorable such occasion. After I sucked him off I ended up laying on the ground beneath his feet and making myself come. It was so very hot, although the bug bites I got on my back were not the best souvenir to be honest. I will still totally do it again mind you.
I took this picture back in April. It was my favourite of all the ones I took at the time not because of the Bluebells, which I obviously love, but because the trees are centre stage and I just seem to fit perfectly in amongst them. I knew as soon as I saw this shot that I would be keeping it for this prompt because it just seems to capture so perfectly how it feels to be naked in the woods wrapped round a beautiful tree.
Oh and I also just discovered that despite having posted many pictures of me in the woods I have never claimed it as a Scavenger Hunt location so it seems fitting that this post about trees for Kink of the Week also becomes my Scavenger Hunt location for woodlands.