Contradictions

ContradictionsI wander through the quiet forest, alone but not lonely, lost but unafraid. The fallen leaves are soft beneath my bare toes, and the unseasonable warmth of the autumn day surrounds me and caresses my skin. The late afternoon sunlight flickers through the few leaves remaining on the almost barren branches, and I know that I must soon find shelter for the night, as I know that the temperature will plummet as the sun sets.The thorns of a wild rose bush snag the gauzy sleeve of my loose blouse, and seem to pull my flowing skirt in a different direction. Was something trying to lead me, trying to show me which way to go? As I reach a fork in the path, I hesitate, and a feeling of déjà vu comes over me and I purposely change direction and turn to my right. I quicken my steps and in a few minutes there is an opening in the trees and a quaint little cottage appears before me, whiffs of smoke rising from the stone chimney.I laugh to myself as I remember the c***dhood tale, although I am much older than the young c***d in the story, and my short dark hair is nothing like the golden locks that gave her her fanciful name. I wonder if the three bears actually await me inside, or if that is simply a product of my imagination. Perhaps just one bare - a tall, muscular, handsome ?..but there goes my imagination again. I give my head a shake, smile ruefully, and climb the three steps to the front porch.I peer in the windows; I see no one, but there are signs of recent habitation. Warm coals glow in the fireplace and an old, enameled coffeepot sits on the hearth. Through an open doorway, I spy an old four poster bed in the adjoining bedroom, a cozy duvet folded across the foot, in preparation for the coming night. I am suddenly aware of my tiredness and long to lie down and relax my aching muscles. I try the door. It is unlocked?.The small two room cottage is empty of humans, two bentwood rockers are pulled up beside the fireplace, a rustic table and benches sit below the eastern window. I cautiously peek into the bedroom; it too is uninhabited?..and the bed beckons. A floorboard creaks as I creep across the room; the bedsprings squeak as I gingerly sit on the edge of the mattress. Without hesitation, I swing my legs up, and collapse on the featherbed, my head nestled in the down pillows. My eyes close and I drop into sleep.It must be hours later when I finally awake. I can see nothing, even as I turn my eyes towards where I remember a window. It is too dark to be natural. I try to roll over, and I discover my hands have been bound with soft silken scarves to the bedposts. I try to move my legs, but they too have been secured. I suddenly realize that the unaccustomed darkness has been caused by another scarf tied around my eyes. As I start to panic, I sense a presence in the room.I struggle against my bonds and I hear a soft chuckle from across the room. A deep voice speaks,?Squirm all you want, cara; it will only tighten the knots.?I freeze. Who is this? Was I so soundly asleep that I didn?t feel him binding my wrists and ankles? What does he want with me? I am full of questions?.but strangely, not frightened.As I lie there waiting, I feel fingers slowly unbuttoning my blouse, and fresh air touches my skin as the folds of fabric are spread to the sides. My nipples harden in anticipation?.or is it from the coolness of the air? I don?t know. My breath catches in my throat, and I wait.A tongue touches my right nipple, slowly circles, and I feel warm breath against my naked skin. Sharp teeth nibble, gently, and a strong mouth envelopes my nipple as he sucks my breast into his mouth. I moan with delight, but also apprehension. I still have not spoken, and I don?t know if I should simply lay back and enjoy or if I should challenge my captor. As I remain passive, a large hand envelopes my left breast, the fingers kneading, caressing, sending shivers over my body. He pinches my left nipple and continues to nibble and suck on the right one, and I can feel the stirrings of longing in my groin. It has been so long since I was loved like this?.I can?t bear to have it stop.My hips have a mind of their own, they begin to undulate slowly, rhythmically, in concert with the massaging and sucking and nibbling taking place above. Again, I hear chuckling, and he pulls back from me. I groan in protest, and the next sensation is the cool air against my thighs as he raises my skirt, higher and higher, exposing my privacy. I can feel the dampness against my lacy silk thong, as the cool air reaches the thin fabric. The bed moves and creaks, and I realize that he ? whoever he is ? has knelt between my legs and is slowly sliding his strong fingers up my thighs.Again, I freeze. I don?t know who this is. I don?t know if he intends to harm me. I sense not, but do I really know? I tremble?.is it delight? Is it fright? Should I tell him to stop? Would it do any good?As I lay there, uncertain, he takes the decision out of my hands. Exploring fingers move the lace of my thong to the side, and he gently caresses the inner folds of my womanhood. Softly, carefully, spreading the slickness of my aroused juices, circling my clit with experience, causing my body to buck beneath his hands. Those same lips that nibbled, kissed and sucked my nipples, are now at work on my clit??and long hard fingers have found their way inside me, plunging in and out as I thrust towards him.Suddenly, I?m awake. I realize it is the alarm, shrilly splitting the quiet of my bedroom. I reach for the snooze button, discovering that I am alone in my own bed, there is no one with me, my hands are not bound, and I am free to go. Was it a dream? And yet as I reach between my legs, I feel the slippery wetness and soreness of recent sex. And my feet?.yes, gritty dust on them, and?..yes?that is a stray dead leaf in my bed. Did I dream it all? I look out the window towards the rising sun. It sparkles through the newly forming leaves on the maple tree outside my room. It is springtime?.the time of renewal and freshness. Confused, I throw back the covers and rise from my bed, only to find my skirt and blouse from my recent excursion tossed across the window bench, with my lace thong carefully placed on top.