The mist is slowly clearing as you walk. It is 5.30 in the morning, no other soul around, as always, the world peaceful and still. Occasionally, another early dog walker or runner will appear, you prefer it when they don’t, but this week there have been few more than normal.

You stick to the same weekly routine, three days with the dogs and two without, alone. You take the same route, down the dark lanes, five miles rain or shine. Your time. Today is a day you walk alone, without the dog.

This time is precious to you, sacred almost, time alone to think and reflect about your wants, desires and needs. A time to escape, quieten the noise and let your mind wander. To the outside world, you have everything you need. A loving and loyal husband, children, a warm home and good life. This should be enough, and yet you wander. Your husband adores you, but he doesn’t see you fully. You have tried to show him all your sides but he cannot see past his perception of the girl he married all those years ago.

You have toys, every type possible, you use them frequently, your vibrators, your dildos, your plugs, used to try to fulfill your needs; they never quite reach. You long for a strong and commanding man, his heavy weight bearing down onto your fragile body, the scent of him, the heat of him, his sweat and breath on you overwhelming your senses. His goal singular; taking you, using you, as he wishes for his wants, yours irrespective. His dark eyes glazed, burning into you, you are his, he wants to possess you...

As your mind wanders to these unspoken places, you feel the usual butterflies in your stomach, your core shudders and your pussy aching and tingling at the thought of being taken and used, carnally and unapologetically at this deserted and desolate spot. The railway underpass is just around the corner, you divert off the road and onto the footpath over the fields towards it. Hidden in the undergrowth, this gated tunnel is your darkest fantasy place, very real, close, hidden from view.

Is this the day you unleash your inner slut? You’ve thought about it many times. Is this the day your hand delves into your vest to uncover and pull your dark nipples that are already hardening at the thought? Is this the day you slide your hand under your leggings and into your panties while leaning against the rough, damp and musky stone walls of the tunnel? Is this the day you pull them down urgently, exposing yourself without concern or care as you kneel on the dusty stone ground, you chung yourself until you are cumming hard and messy.  You have these thoughts often while walking alone, but you never act on them. Your needy cunt tingles more than usual today, maybe today, maybe.

You continue down the path, accompanied with the dark thoughts that inhabit your beautiful mind. As you reach the tunnel you are met with and unexpected sight. You have never passed solitary souls at this secret place but today there's a shadowy silhouette, there is someone standing by the tunnel, your tunnel. Your mind flicks back to yesterday, you noticed him, a dog walker, as you were walking. He cast a shadowy figure, dressed completely in black and he's looking in your direction. He’s looking at you.  

You raise a hand with a breezy “Good Morning” greeting, smiling warmly as is your way. But he doesn't reciprocate, he doesn’t move, his face set hard like stone. An uneasy feeling rises in you as he just keeps looking in your direction, staring intensely at you. You try to shake the uneasy feeling aside, in your head you reason with your fears, he must be a dog walker, he is holding a lead in his hand, a choker type, the ones used to train the scarier guard dog breeds. You notice he’s swinging it gently to and fro. But, you realise, there is no dog, and, come to think of it, there wasn't one yesterday. 

Feeling uneasy, your breath catches in your throat and the hairs on the back of your neck rise. You slow your pace at the realisation that there may danger within touching distance. What is this dark shadowy man doing here with no dog? Your mind starts to race, shit, shit, what to do? Continue? Turn around? Run? It isn’t easy to run in these boots and he looks fast, lean and strong. Fight? He must be over six foot and built wide like a boxer. You would stand no chance, you are tiny, delicate and fragile. You would be overpowered easily.

"Fuck," you mutter under your ragged breath. You look at him and he raises his free arm, without the lead, he points directly at you with one finger, an arrogant and imperious smile on his face. Twisting his hand, he beckons you to step foot into the tunnel...