1. Don´t Go Into The Woods


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    backed up to thirty thousand acres of state forestland and many more thousands of acres of Federal land. Three years ago I saw an on-line ad about a secluded campsite. The thought of doing this and then follow through of renting the campsite opened up the ability for me to explore my feminine side. A side I had hidden for all 23 years of my life. I had always felt more like a girl then a boy but I had never done anything more then wear a pair of panties until these trips began. The ad read “Complete hideaway campsites for $150 for a week with assurances of privacy” and all I need to do was make a simple PayPal click. Of course I had checked with the owner about such privacy and that I wanted to be sure whoever rented before or after me wouldn’t be there when I arrived. He assured me no one rented at the time of the year I was renting and my privacy would be a certainty. I started writing erotic romance novels when I was 18 and by the time I was 20 I was living on my own. I had no f****y since my parents were killed in a terrible auto accident just after I had turned 18. I left the small town I had been raised in and moved to New York. I just felt more comfortable since I wrote under my pen name Gloria Summers. Even my mailbox listed both my real name and my pseudo name since I got some mail for her. How they got my address I will never know but I figured I should have both. I lived in a very large apartment building and my mail was always forwarded to my agent since she paid ...
    all my bills regularly. I wasn’t rich but it was much better being my own boss. Sometimes I’d either lock myself in my apartment or simply disappear and write for months alone. Once I had traveled to Mexico and rented a villa while I wrote my third novel. I didn’t have friends, well perhaps my publisher but she was well aware of my idiosyncrasies. And, in my fear of being found out I never talked about going to West Virginia. The few who knew me thought I had gone to Maine each year. Turning to face this intruder I could see his hand holding a mean looking gun. It looked like those guns in the movies. I had even used one in a story of mine, the famous Glock. Naturally I raised my hands and as I did so my shorts and panties fell around my knees. I was exposed. I had on those girlie hiking short shorts with a cuff. Hey, it was late spring and the temperature during the day was in the 90’s at night it cooled off to around 70. Besides if my balls weren’t showing I’d have looked every bit like a woman. The shirt I was wearing made me look like I had tits because of the padded and gel stuff bra underneath. In a way my thought was, Ôthis may be better with me standing naked from the waist down since he wouldn’t want to **** me since I was a guy. And more likely he would be so repulsed he would just tell me to get lost. Perhaps take my money but that was fine. My lips quivered but he hushed me as his eyes focused on my privates and he then mockingly said, “So what we have here is one ...
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