The haunted hay ride continued.

I am your snuggle bunny.

The best thing about cold weather is when I snuggle up next to you. And I’m a great snuggler — even though I might be doing that to tease your cock! Imagine, we’re on a haunted hayride — we are on the last legs of that ride and you are feeling a big dazed. Hard work, long hours, and perhaps an undiagnosed hay allergy, are making your judgment feel a bit clouded.

I am with you and I know that you are not well, and yet you insist that we continue because you don’t want to ruin my good fun. We are alone on the hayride with the exception of the man guiding the horses. We feel the cart jerk and pull forward, and we are surrounded by the smell of horses, the smell of old, slightly moldy hay mixed in with some fresh hay. The smoke from the not-so-distant bonfire is filling our nostrils. The horses come to a sudden halt and the man starts to yell.

The horses whinny and jump on their hind legs. The cart starts to sway and rock and we are rolling from one side to another. The horses are agitated and start to run. The cart is going fast and the man that leads the ride is no longer with us. We don’t know when he left or how long he was gone but we are aware there is no one trying to reign the horses. We are hanging onto the ledge on the back of the cart, and then the cart hits a big rock, coming to a sudden halt. The horses break free.

We are no longer moving. That is when we hear the screams. We really can’t see much, because it is a foggy night and the fog is dense. I hear an owl calling, and I have always liked the hoot- hoot of an owl. Not tonight, though; it makes my skin crawl and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. We are slightly bruised from the ordeal, but nothing is broken. We hug each other for comfort and decide to go back.

The road suddenly disappears and we are surrounded by the most eerie trees. I am rubbing my eyes and do a very slow 360 full body turn to look for the road. When I turn around– you are no longer there. I am alone. The owl that we heard earlier swooshes down and grabs at me. I duck, but I am not quick enough. Much to my astonishment, the owl is able to lift me up and I find myself dizzy with fright as I am soon looking down over the trees and see the bonfire in the distance.

The next thing I know, I am waking up and I hear the sound of a river and smell the crisp mountain air. There is a fire… I smell the wood smoke and that comforts me. It reminds me of home. I’m aware that I’m outside a cabin of some sort, with smoke rising from the chimney. I hear a groan and I look and there you are. You look battered. I come to your aid, ripping off some of my shirt to wipe your face. My smooth belly is exposed and my belly button ring catches the moonlight.  The light dances off of it onto the front of the cabin. As I am wiping your face, the door creaks open, and from the door comes one of the most handsome men I have ever seen in my life.

This man is completely amazing. Anyone that meets him is captured by him immediately and never forgets him. He is the ultimate man. This man is perfect in every way. And no one ever disagrees on that point. But people always remember him differently, describe him differently. Some say he is dark skinned. Others say he is pale with blue eyes.  For me, he is olive skinned with dark eyes. You describe him as tan with blonde hair and green eyes. We cannot agree on his looks and yet we don’t argue that he is PERFECT. The incredible man gives us a moment to adjust to our circumstances and then offers us a choice. Either we can leave right now and try to make it on our own to safety, or we can spend the night.

If we spend the night, we will experience pleasure like we have never experienced before and then get a ride back to our homes. What do you think we choose?

To be continued….

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