Deciding that thus far everyone she had seen frolicking had been too sexually charged for her, Molly took the right hand path, and made a mental note to remember the direction she should return on her voyage back. As she walked, the trees became sparser and they opened up onto a view of rolling hills. She followed the sound of the music, a flute she decided with some certainty. Her eyes followed a bright yellow butterfly and she thought for a moment that it was flapping its wings in a slow rhythm to match the flutes notes. She dismissed that idea as silly. Molly walked up an incline, wondering if perhaps she should have taken the other path. At the top of the hill she was rewarded with a spectacular view. A small village cut straight from all of her childhood stories rested nestled in the valley, and midway down the hill, was a man surrounded in tall grasses, playing a flute.
Molly instantly felt that little nudge in her abdomen that said "I'm your sex drive, don't ignore me." She touched her abdomen as if that gesture might help control the urges. The man paused in playing, and looked up at her, a smile coming quickly to his lips. She felt a smile seep onto her own face, although she was certain that hers was far less certain, and more cautious. The man held a hand out to her in welcome, but when she did not move toward him, he dropped it, and returned to playing his flute.
It had a very Frodo-esque feel to it, and she felt like she had tumbled into the shire, and wondered if his feet would be all hairy, and if he stood up would the grass be taller than he was, and then she realized she was being very silly, and that his eyes were the exact shade of Nestlé Chocolate milk when stirred to perfection.
She had to force her eyes away from the man, and they strayed to the village, which she noticed seemed unsettlingly empty, and quiet far below them. There was no sound coming from the village, and no hustle and bustle either. She turned to look back where she had come, half expecting to find people in the trees banging each other. She quickly revised her thought... enjoying each other, she had heard far too many rap songs if even momentarily she would refer to sex as “banging”.
She was right though, there was someone coming down the path, a trio of girls, all nude, and giggling came dashing from the trees, and into the opening. They seemed to be playing a game of tag. It was a completely childlike gesture, and she wondered if they knew that they were naked. She couldn't help but watch a moment they made a nice picture, hair dancing in the wind, red and two different shades of brown. All three had lithe young bodies. The women were full of mirth, and it spilled over the clearing with them.
Molly hoped that no one would notice her, she was sure she didn't want to be brought to anyone's attention in this world.
Molly instantly felt that little nudge in her abdomen that said "I'm your sex drive, don't ignore me." She touched her abdomen as if that gesture might help control the urges. The man paused in playing, and looked up at her, a smile coming quickly to his lips. She felt a smile seep onto her own face, although she was certain that hers was far less certain, and more cautious. The man held a hand out to her in welcome, but when she did not move toward him, he dropped it, and returned to playing his flute.
It had a very Frodo-esque feel to it, and she felt like she had tumbled into the shire, and wondered if his feet would be all hairy, and if he stood up would the grass be taller than he was, and then she realized she was being very silly, and that his eyes were the exact shade of Nestlé Chocolate milk when stirred to perfection.
She had to force her eyes away from the man, and they strayed to the village, which she noticed seemed unsettlingly empty, and quiet far below them. There was no sound coming from the village, and no hustle and bustle either. She turned to look back where she had come, half expecting to find people in the trees banging each other. She quickly revised her thought... enjoying each other, she had heard far too many rap songs if even momentarily she would refer to sex as “banging”.
She was right though, there was someone coming down the path, a trio of girls, all nude, and giggling came dashing from the trees, and into the opening. They seemed to be playing a game of tag. It was a completely childlike gesture, and she wondered if they knew that they were naked. She couldn't help but watch a moment they made a nice picture, hair dancing in the wind, red and two different shades of brown. All three had lithe young bodies. The women were full of mirth, and it spilled over the clearing with them.
Molly hoped that no one would notice her, she was sure she didn't want to be brought to anyone's attention in this world.
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