Chapter Twelve: Kendra: Adult themes

Kendra

Adult themes.

I have no idea where I’m going, but as I sprint past the spring where he was standing, all I knew was that I needed to get away.

It was my name he moaned when he was in the water.

He had unashamedly stood up from the spring half naked in front of me when he saw me. His very short shorts were wet, gripping tight around his chiseled thighs. The hair on them wet and slick like a new born pup's hair.

The sight was delightful as I gulped, taking in every curve with the appreciation of an artist for the finest sculpture.

When he grinned and asked if I liked what I saw, I had to run. I was losing myself in the midst of all that temptation where I had no control.

The breeze is cool as i run through the field. My muscles bunch and surge powerfully as I made my way through the narrow-length wildflowers. Miles of them spread out and surrounding me as I zigzag my way through the open space.

My feet pound across