Yssie
Oh to Feel
The nymph sat on a rock in the middle of the forest and lifted her face to the twilight sky as rain fell over her and stung her skin. It felt amazing. Sensual. The smell of rain on her skin and clothes, in her hair. She knew she looked a mess, though she did not care for he made her feel beautiful as he stood there and watched her lay back on the boulder, her breathing slightly ragged.
She felt different.
His words were encouraging. His promises, tempting. And with his words her clothes fell away. Her eyes looked over and found his. Commanding. Intense. She discovered a confidence while watching those eyes of green capture her gaze and drink her in.
She felt wanted.
She followed every suggestion which spilled from his lips. And when her soul felt as if it had been awakened, she lay there basking in the moonlight, certain he would come to her. When she turned her face once more to his, she found he had disappeared.
She felt rejected.
She rose slowly from the stone and gathered her fallen clothes. She felt her heart pound in her ears, a hollow ache in the back of her throat and a burn behind her eyes caused her beating heart to harden. The forest nymph donned her clothes, running fingers through her hair.
She felt reckless.
She walked until the wrens began to chirp at the new morn. She knew where she would find him. And, as suspected, he was there with another, their bodies a mess of tangled limbs. She knelt down, hiking up her skirts to place bare knees on the ground, and set her fingertips to the earth, summoning thick roots to rise beneath them and cling firmly to the pair. As the entangled grasp held tighter and squeezed, their screams filled the air.
She hummed softly as she made her way back to her favorite spot in the forest, braiding her long, silken pale hair. She lowered herself to the fallen oak branch and welcomed the new day.
She felt free.
Oh to Feel
The nymph sat on a rock in the middle of the forest and lifted her face to the twilight sky as rain fell over her and stung her skin. It felt amazing. Sensual. The smell of rain on her skin and clothes, in her hair. She knew she looked a mess, though she did not care for he made her feel beautiful as he stood there and watched her lay back on the boulder, her breathing slightly ragged.
She felt different.
His words were encouraging. His promises, tempting. And with his words her clothes fell away. Her eyes looked over and found his. Commanding. Intense. She discovered a confidence while watching those eyes of green capture her gaze and drink her in.
She felt wanted.
She followed every suggestion which spilled from his lips. And when her soul felt as if it had been awakened, she lay there basking in the moonlight, certain he would come to her. When she turned her face once more to his, she found he had disappeared.
She felt rejected.
She rose slowly from the stone and gathered her fallen clothes. She felt her heart pound in her ears, a hollow ache in the back of her throat and a burn behind her eyes caused her beating heart to harden. The forest nymph donned her clothes, running fingers through her hair.
She felt reckless.
She walked until the wrens began to chirp at the new morn. She knew where she would find him. And, as suspected, he was there with another, their bodies a mess of tangled limbs. She knelt down, hiking up her skirts to place bare knees on the ground, and set her fingertips to the earth, summoning thick roots to rise beneath them and cling firmly to the pair. As the entangled grasp held tighter and squeezed, their screams filled the air.
She hummed softly as she made her way back to her favorite spot in the forest, braiding her long, silken pale hair. She lowered herself to the fallen oak branch and welcomed the new day.
She felt free.