Briar

It was a brisk morning when Briar headed off into the woods, looking for mushrooms. They could feel their nipples, hard from the cold, brushing against their tunic as they walked.

As they walked the fog in the air thickened, and Briar enjoyed the light mist against their skin. As the day went on, it didn't warm up much, but Briar kept a busy pace and stayed warm. Their mind at ease from the serene beauty surrounding them, Briar's thoughts wandered. Briar was a bit attention starved, and kept fantasizing about being fucked... hard. Shaking off the distraction, lest they lose focus on the task at hand, Briar spotted a beautiful mushroom, under a tree in a clearing up ahead, and raced forward to check it out.

A large, shiny purple mushroom poked out of the ground beneath the limbs of an old oak tree. It seemed to glisten in the fog, but where could the light be coming from, Briar wondered. They knelt down beside to get a closer look.