Beneath the Dirt
A Sexual Fantasy
Masturbating on the earth. Out in the open. The breeze is ideal. It smells like earth. I feel something burried beneath me. An energy. I start to dig. The cool feeling of dirt on my hands. The messiness. And then.... I dig it up. A wooden dildo. Who put it there? Why? I don't care. It has much to offer. I burry it. But not in the dirt this time.