Her feet run faster, propelling her deeper and deeper into the forest until she no longer senses the world she's fled.

Sinking against the mighty oak, she muses about the spontaneity of nature – nothing is planned here – no one dictates to nature. Lusting for that same freedom, she sheds her clothes, allows the cool grass to cradle her naked body, and surrenders herself to fantasy. 

Her heart quivers inside her breast as her imagination creates a man carved within the bulbous trunk. He sees her. Knows what she needs.

The naked branches reach down and swoop her into its loving embrace, its crooked fingers straighten and caress her naked flesh before sliding inside her most private of parts. 

Her limbs become entangled with his, their crotches forming an unbreakable seal. She feels her safest, no longer knowing where she ends and he begins – a seamless connection. 

Glancing upward, she sees the canopy protects her primal sounds from judgmental ears, keeping her secret with only the trees and birds as her voyeuristic audience. 

She's found freedom. 

The air vibrates from the power of their fuck. He leads her to that edge – where she believes she's teetering on the brink of death – then topples her over with a final thrust. Her orgasmic scream provides accompaniment to nature's symphony as her wetness puddles on the leaves below. 

Pulling her head against his shoulder, he whispers assurances that he's always here for her. And she believes him. 

She's found peace. 

Waking hours later, she slips her fingers from her pussy, slowly plods back to the man-made world in which she lives, and vows not to wait so long to come again…