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//-->Found on My Journey © 2014 Marlo Peterson ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS To my sexy readers, sexually liberated superstars, for supporting me and allowing me to live the life of my dreams. You’re beautiful. TABLE OF CONTENTS 1)2)3)4)5)6)7)Chapter One New Day, New Adventure Unpleasant Memories Hello There, Stranger When It Rains, It Pours Making Love Under a Storm BONUS: My Cup of Tea (Preview) Mailing List Join the e-‐mail list to be notified about hot releases and to receive FREE books from Marlo Peterson: Marlo Peterson E-‐Mail List Found on My Journey By Marlo Peterson The pelting of rain against my tent felt like ice daggers, slicing through my mind and keeping me awake. They beat repetitively to a rhythm of their own, as I clutched tightly to my covers, feeling naked and exposed to the elements. I was alone. I’m a stranger in an even stranger land, with only a tiny tent shelter keeping me from whatever monsters were in the wilderness just a few feet away. My name is Alice. I started this journey to find myself. I worked as a stock broker for the last five years, and though the money was good and still is, I felt empty inside. They sell you on the dream of going to college and getting a good job, so that you can have the white picket fence, kids, and a dog, but I felt jaded by it all. I didn’t know what I was searching for, but I knew it didn’t take place in anybody’s cubicle. So I left my job and packed up on a journey that had no destination and no objectives. I just wanted to get as far away from regular life as I could, and was doing a good job of it so far. Who knows why we’re on this little planet, a blip in the universe in the grand scheme of things? I didn’t have those answers, and was convinced that no one else did, so for now, while I still had my youth, I was content with finding moments—moments that made my heart speed up, made me cry, made me laugh, made me feel alive. As the rain began to subside, I curled up under my blankets, thanking the heavens that I had survived an onslaught of bad weather that could have been worse. Now, aside from the cold of the ground beneath me, which I still felt through blankets and clothing, I just prayed that there were no beings out there that meant this poor little rich city girl in the wilderness any harm. I see a sweet, solemn, affirmation of gratitude, as the slowing beat of the rain soothed my soul. This was it. I was camping somewhere on a mountain, in a place I never knew existed. This was a life moment, and I wanted to feel it and savor it with every fiber of my being. My body felt so soft and warm wrapped up under these blankets as I loved myself, allowing the sudden euphoria I felt in my heart to bring me comfort. I reached my hands beneath my jacket, beneath the layers under that, and underneath the sports bra that I had washed so many times since starting this trip. My nipples were already erect before I touched them, and my fingertips felt like a warm hello. I pinched my nipples between my fingertips, twirling them with pressure, singing a stinging sensation of bliss to my sweet spot. I had C Cup breasts that were incredibly sensitive to the touch, and felt so full, supple and smooth in my hands. Any time I loved myself in bed, in the tub, or in this case, in the middle of nature, I always had to start with my lovely brown breasts, because they made me feel so damn good. I felt my heat spread to the folds between my legs, as they were piping hot and wet, jealous of the attention that I was giving my delicate breasts. I kept one hand beneath my shirt, and spread another hand to my pants, unbuttoning them slowly, teasing myself and getting my blood flowing. I closed my eyes and allowed the rain drops above to rock me into a meditative state, so that I could become one with nature, while drifting off and feeling its true essence. The wind spoke to me, and the chill of the night whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I unzipped my pants and slid my hand into my panties. I breathed a sweet sigh of frustration, feeling just how impossibly hot, wet and sweet my pussy felt against my hand. I purred with passion, loving the way that nature cradled me in her arms, making me feel like I was just as important as any creature in this universe, every bit as beautiful. I slid two fingers into my entrance, which drowned them, as I curved upward to my already swollen g spot, rocking it firmly. My breath sped up a million paces as I massaged my clit and fondled my g spot, telling my body that I loved it and wouldn’t change a thing. I closed my thick, fit ebony thighs tightly around my fingers, enhancing the friction I felt between my legs, and lifted my bottom off of the ground for better access. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered to myself, blowing imaginary kisses to the silhouette of myself that the universe painted before the landscape of my mind, a rich, vibrant, work of art. As I reached my climax, my body shook and took every bit of energy from my essence, sending me off into a deep sleep, under the beating of the rain against my tent. My journey was just beginning, and this exploration of self love defined it. I curled into my blankets, left to mercy, comfort and protection of nature, and as I slept under the stars, I knew that everything was going to work out for the best. I loved myself, and when you have that, everything else tends to work itself out. As I slept that night, I heard sweet tunes that human ears had never before perceived, and took them as an omen of beautiful things to come. New Day, New Adventure I rose the next morning with more pep in my step than ever before. When I heard the birds chirping and felt the warmth of the son baking me in my tent, I got up and unzipped the makeshift door, welcoming in sunlight and another day of life in this wonderful world. I stepped out of the tent and stood to my feet, stretching my back and legs. The sleep was great, but I was happy to be alert and awake. My cell phone was still in my bag, along with my watch. I didn’t bother checking them, because I didn’t know want to know what time it was. Though I was on a nature trail, I hadn’t seen any other hikers for a while. I looked around and decided to chance it. I dropped my pants to the ground and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto a rock in the distance. I slipped out of my sports bra and underwear, feeling liberated as the warm sun bathed my naked body with exuberance. The cold air from last night was gone, yet my nipples stood at attention when greeted by mother nature. I sauntered down to the river about a quarter mile below, loving the way that the rough land felt against my feet the entire journey. Part of me wanted to happen upon a happy hiker, so that I could give them a wave and a full glimpse of my naked body, without a care in the world. I imagined that their jaws would drop, and they wouldn’t be able to keep themselves from staring. I’d just laugh and continue on my journey, glad that I had given them a memory to get them through their trip. Those aren’t the kinds of things that you could do in the so called real world, so I was glad to embrace any kind of opportunity in the world that I was now choosing to live within. When I got down to the river, I dipped my toe in first, allowing my body to get used to the water. It was perfect right away, so it didn’t take much. I allowed the water to submerge my entire foot, before sinking deeper into the water, so that it was up to my chin. I washed off in the river, mentally scratching yet another item off of my bucket list. This section of the trail was a lot less developed than others. Other times during the trip, I was able to find a camp ground with showers, or would head into town in order to bathe. There was something so freeing and natural about bathing in nature, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. After I was clean, I swam around for about an hour, just enjoying the water felt against my body. I enjoyed how it soaked my hair, and how I wasn’t worried about what kind of products I was using, and didn’t care to impress anybody. I loved the way that the water flowed down my skin, from the nape of my neck, all the way down to the crack of my curvy bottom, which I would lift out of the water in the butterfly stroke, pumping my hips to stay afloat. After I got a bit tired from my swim, I had worked up an appetite and went back to the edge of the water, so that I could rummage my tent for some food. As soon as I walked to the edge of the water, I noticed some sort of box just a few yards away that I hadn’t noticed before. I walked over to that direction, the water weighing my body down as the sun created a glisten against my naked skin that I wished I could see in all its glory. When I got over to the box, I opened it up, and saw that it was a fishing tackle box. I touched my hand to the bait, raw shrimp, and it was still cool. I frowned my brow, and then figured that perhaps some fisherman was going for a late night fishing trip, saw the storm coming and headed for the hills. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw a pole sitting up against a tree around the corner. At first, I thanked my stars that this wasn’t some deranged fisherman, or I would have been in trouble last night. Then, I chose to look at it a different way, and was intrigued by this prospect. “Live for the moment,” I said to myself, a motto I had adopted ever since I decided to take this trip. It had to be an omen.
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