Gentle swaying, a cool breeze flutters around me, then I feel it, the soft hands tickling at my base. Sharp nails dig into me, grasping tightly onto my lower portion of my body, mixed with the softness of the padded parts of the hands, the nails digging in, and light touches makes me shiver slightly. I relax, to try to enjoy it, it's pleasurable every single time, but I never know how many times, or when it will happen, I cannot see after all born without eyes, I rely on my other senses to imagine what will happen next. My thick gnarled skin offers good protection versus the digging nails circling it's way up me. My arms outstretched I suddenly enjoy a second set of claw like nails dig in to my right side holding tightly onto me, these are different, sharper, not as soft, wrapping around my arm, holding fast as my extremity bounces slightly up and down with the added weight. It's not much, but every little bit causes me to try to equalize.
It feels like it's been hours, perhaps days since I was last grasped like this, I remember the cold, but that is long gone, the new warmth of the sun, I feel it, I soak it up, as the quick soft movements of your hands continue to circle their way up me. My arm still outstretched with the other claws digging in, feels another set pierce my skin, it's been a very long time since I've had the pleasure of so many things on me at once...
I hear clattering, like nails scratching across a hard surface until you finally settle into the crook of my limbs. You curl up next to me, your soft hair tickling the exposed parts of my body. Your warmth, along with the sun, gives me energy, I feel myself growing, slowly...
Your friends must have been scared, I feel them release their grasp, and flitter off of me, the air currents caressing me as they leave I'll remember them from the slight marks they left behind...light scratches into my flesh, not enough to make my wounds seep, this time.
We hear people approach, you stir from your restful slumber and quickly grab onto my naked backside, expressionless, I stand there waiting to determine if they notice us...
I feel your hair softly brush up against my thick skin...I've really missed this so much you dive into the hole in my backside, taking refuge, you feel safe, secure in your tight new home. The wind blows harder for a moment and I let out a slight groan, fully enjoying this moment...
The people approach closer, you're unsure of what to do, you enter and leave my hole rapidly, sometimes circling around it before diving back in...you're nervous, panicked at what might happen to you if you're spotted. Finally you fully enter me again, filling up my hole completely, you only withdraw when you believe your secret cache will not be discovered.
You pull out slightly, then more.... looking down you see them staring right at you, you hear them...the words they haunt you, you'll never forget them....
"What's that fucking squirrel doing on that tree?"
It feels like it's been hours, perhaps days since I was last grasped like this, I remember the cold, but that is long gone, the new warmth of the sun, I feel it, I soak it up, as the quick soft movements of your hands continue to circle their way up me. My arm still outstretched with the other claws digging in, feels another set pierce my skin, it's been a very long time since I've had the pleasure of so many things on me at once...
I hear clattering, like nails scratching across a hard surface until you finally settle into the crook of my limbs. You curl up next to me, your soft hair tickling the exposed parts of my body. Your warmth, along with the sun, gives me energy, I feel myself growing, slowly...
Your friends must have been scared, I feel them release their grasp, and flitter off of me, the air currents caressing me as they leave I'll remember them from the slight marks they left behind...light scratches into my flesh, not enough to make my wounds seep, this time.
We hear people approach, you stir from your restful slumber and quickly grab onto my naked backside, expressionless, I stand there waiting to determine if they notice us...
I feel your hair softly brush up against my thick skin...I've really missed this so much you dive into the hole in my backside, taking refuge, you feel safe, secure in your tight new home. The wind blows harder for a moment and I let out a slight groan, fully enjoying this moment...
The people approach closer, you're unsure of what to do, you enter and leave my hole rapidly, sometimes circling around it before diving back in...you're nervous, panicked at what might happen to you if you're spotted. Finally you fully enter me again, filling up my hole completely, you only withdraw when you believe your secret cache will not be discovered.
You pull out slightly, then more.... looking down you see them staring right at you, you hear them...the words they haunt you, you'll never forget them....
"What's that fucking squirrel doing on that tree?"
