Lies! Unfortunate Lies!!

Days Walking - 89

Today is all about daydreaming, none of this happened...

I'm in the tent, worrying a particularly tasty sliver of flesh teasingly tendrilling its way from my left pinky fingernail. Nip ye not too closely, or yelp you will... (it's an old adage I just made up).

I'm in the tent, nibbling my nails, thinking it's high time I outgrew this uncouth habit, when Adrian peeks in the tent flap.

He doesn't enter, but he kneels on the edge. His knees are muddy, he hasn't shaven in months, and despite his rugged mountain man exterior and strong hands that could break most mortal women in twain, he looks vulnerable. His eyes are sad, penitent.

"Litany," He says my name softly, and I can feel the remorse in his voice.

I remove my middle finger from my mouth, and wipe it dry - a coy and feminine gesture - on my shirt, spitting a little piece of fingernail to the right as a forgotten aside. It hits the sloping tent wall and joins the pile of other nails. Sexy thing is, they's mostly toenails, all bearing unsubtle signs of frantic gnawing.

"Ugh huh?" I purr sweetly, considering my next nail and evaluating it for parole. NO! ANOTHER SIX MONTHS! Gnaw gnaw gnaw.

Adrian is swept up in the moment, and moves closer. He raises a hand and reaches out for me, desperate for my touch.

His musky man-hands graze my sensuous elbow - hot and dry, as he likes it - because it's all about friction now isn't it.

"I was wrong to turn you away." He moans softly as we touch. "I'm desperately in love with you. I want to have your babies. Lots of babies. And I'll carry them myself, like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Junior."

"Wuh?" I mumble, using my eye-teeth to worry a thumbnail.

He grabs me, pulls me to him in a crushing embrace of long-suppressed need. "Take me!" He growls, and he kisses me, his tongue slipping, tripping, making quick darting forays into my surprised and delighted rose petaled lips. Our tongues dance a mirror dance of existential animism, wild as Wilde, and twice as pithy.

He stops abruptly and pulls back, a pained look on his glowing face.

Did he pop early? Premature ejaculation? Was I so hot that his untamed libido exploded in his shorts?

"Ugh!" He grunts, pulling a toe-nail out of his mouth.

I nod, "Yeah she was an escapee."

He flings the errant nail onto the pile, and then flings me back onto my sleeping bag. And then before I can take a breath, he's on me like blight on mice.

...Hey, a girl can dream.

Litany Webb, signing off.

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