Nothing about it would ever be seen as acceptable, and that only made you want him more.
This was the only way.
Half past midnight, holding your dress up as you ran through the trees to your destination, your heart hammered desperately with anticipation. He was waiting for you. Knowing that your dress would be covered in mud and probably wet on the hem by the time you returned, you made a mental note to put it somewhere safe until you could take care of it. Whether the note would remain in your mind after what was coming remained to be seen.
The greenhouse came into view just as the first lightning strike lit the sky, and you gasped as rain began to pour from the heavens, nearly drenching you before you were able to get in and shut the door securely behind you.
“Sweet girl?” His voice was low, raspy, inviting. Following it like a puppy, you moved through an assortment of plants and gardening tools to find him crouched down in a corner on an unsturdy chair, his eyes lighting up like stars the moment you came into his view.
“Tim,” you breathed, crossing the space between you as quickly as possible, your arms reaching for him as he stood to embrace you in return.
“Did anyone see you?” He pulled you close, his fingers gently tracing along your jawline and his eyes on your mouth.
“No,” you whispered, your breathing coming in short, intense bursts. “You?”
“I don’t think so.” A little smirk, enough to make you squeeze your thighs together.
“Thank God.”
Weaving your fingers hungrily into his untamed curls, you kissed him hard and with every ounce of passion you could muster, knowing that not only was your time limited, but that you had no idea when you could meet with him this way again. No one knew. And it made the entire thing so delicious.
Kissing you back, his eagerness spilling over as your teeth bumped together, his hands slipped down your sides to grip at your dress, knuckles white. You exhaled blissfully into his lips, and he deepened the kiss instantly, trying to get the dress out of the way at the same time with little luck.
“Baby, Timothée,” you managed to moan out, enjoying the soft grunt you received in return. “We don’t have time, can you just lift it up?”
Pulling back with obvious reluctance, longing in his eyes that you could feel in your own bones, he nodded and reached down to begin to tug it up and as out of the way as possible. The layers made it all the more difficult, but suddenly he was on his knees with his entire head up the skirt of your dress, tugging with greedy fingers at the fabric that kept him from where you needed him the most. When he finally removed it, you felt a small rush of cool air before his mouth was on your sex, devouring you relentlessly, his hands finding firm grips on your legs. You cried out, knowing you could be as loud as you wanted between the distance from the house and the noise of the storm. He made another grunt in return, clearly pleased with your reaction, his tongue dancing against the sensitive bud above your entrance before briefly dipping inside of you.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Timothée!” Your entire body was buzzing, legs shaking, chest heaving, the pleasure he was giving you spreading like wildfire.
“Mmmm, you taste amazing,” you heard him mumble, causing your heart to sputter. Wanting to see him, needing to see him, you managed after several awkward attempts to lift the dress up, revealing his gorgeous, flushed face and wild hair.
“That’s so good, fuck, that’s so fucking good,” you babbled incoherently, a loud rumble of thunder making you jump. So lost in him, in the moment, you had completely forgotten there was a storm going on outside. What was happening inside between you made it look like a drizzle.
His eyes found yours and locked in, pupils blown with lust and a determination there that you knew very well. Finding one of his hands, you linked your fingers together and let your head fall back, closing your eyes to enjoy him with every sense. He made quiet, contented sounds as he continued, eventually deciding to push further by slipping two fingers into you with his opposite hand. Nearly yelling, you clenched around him, feeling suddenly possessive, not wanting him to ever be this intimate with anyone else again.
Do I dare?
Pushing the words you wanted to say back stubbornly, you felt pressure beginning to build in your lower body, the need for release so overwhelming that you were dizzy. But he knew what he was doing. As usual. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he gave it the slightest tug before pressing his tongue back against it with more pressure than before. Shaking his head back and forth to create friction, his curls bounced, fingers gripping your thighs with hunger. It hit like a fucking train, the pleasure spreading from between your legs throughout your body, a loud, drawn-out moan of his name dripping from your lips without you even noticing.
“Fuck baby, that’s my girl,” he praised softly, pressing tender kisses along the insides of your thighs and lower tummy as you came down a little at a time from the high.
But you were not even close to being satiated.
Hands still shaking, you pulled him up to be close again, gripping his hair hard and kissing him deeply, the taste of you still on his tongue. Groaning your name into your mouth in response, you could sense the impatience behind it. Reaching down between you, refusing to waste a single second of this precious time, you fumbled with his pants and belt until you could shove them out of the way enough to free his lust. It stood straight against his belly, your eyes widening considerably and your mouth going dry.
“Turn around, gorgeous girl,” he breathed, backing you toward the wall of the greenhouse, his eyes full of promise.
Obeying immediately and without question, you faced the wall with your hands against it, breathing heavily as you felt him try to arrange himself properly. It took a few seconds, a slight pause of movement before he was inside of you, the both of you releasing a crude moan at the same time. Wrapping his arms around you securely to hold you up, his lips seemed to be almost as famished as him, attacking your neck with wet, messy kisses and lovebites as he began to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace.
“O-oh, oh fuck, oh my God, Timothée!” Wishing you could make more coherent sentences and knowing that it was probably impossible at this point with the high you were riding, you leaned back into him and let your head rest on his shoulder.
“You’re… so fuckin’ tight,” he somehow managed to say between his endless sounds, sounds that only set you more alight. “You feel amazing, baby girl, fucking hell.”
Your eyes fluttered, lips parting and cheeks flushing in response to his praises. Another loud rumble of thunder – that, this time, you completely ignored – was accompanied by even more violent rain, the water pouring down the sides of the building like a waterfall. Twitching against your walls as he continued to move, you knew he was already close by the sounds he was making, and you moaned his name in a soft, feathery tone to encourage him further.
“Fuck, fuck, keep saying my name, please,” he nearly begged, his thrusts suddenly becoming erratic, uneven, and sloppy.
Before you were able to finish the final syllable of the word he was coming, biting down on your neck forcefully without intending to and filling your insides with his seed as he cried out your name over and over again into the skin on your throat. Overwhelming emotion took over, then, and you reached back to cling to him as best as you could from the position you were in. His arms tightened around your middle to pull you closer against him as it ebbed, the both of you gasping for air and shaking from head to toe.
“Timothée?”
“Mmm?” He brushed your hair back from your shoulder and pressed more delicate, loving kisses there, causing you to whine.
“I just… I just…” Having an incredibly hard time letting it out, you exhaled sharply with surprise when he pulled out and gently turned you to face him. He looked absolutely fucking glorious, cheeks and neck and chest flushed, his hair somehow messier than ever, eyes sparkling as they gazed at you with adoration.
“What is it?” He pulled you close for a light kiss, wanting to encourage and reassure you that it was okay to speak, it was okay to tell him.
“I love you.”
His reaction was not immediate, though you saw something register on his face as he digested the words. Anxiety began to spread through you, fuck, fuck I said it too soon… but then he was kissing you again, more force and passion behind it than you could ever remember having received before.
The huge goose with the black beak lifting up its head to look at the camera is the biggest Star Wars mood, that guy’s not going to add anything to the story and we all know it, he’s just there to demonstrate Imperial naval supremacy but more importantly, sell a $280 lego kit
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Your thoughts on the uptick on tourist/ wildlife conflict? Seems like it’s every week this season!!!
Oh gosh.
It has been bad this year. We’re on track to have the most injuries of any year in recent history.
So I’m of the belief that this comes down to a couple things, one of which is going to expose a major personal bias of mine (you’ll know it when you see it):
There aren’t enough Rangers this year to keep folks appraised of the rules: So this year we’re operating on a highly reduced staff. Most years Interpretive Rangers are out in force, and we’d be able to keep folks away from animals, respond to calls about wildlife jams (traffic jams caused by animals, either by their standing in the road, or by folks stopping to look). That gives us the ability to both educate the public about safe wildlife viewing rules, and prevent folks from getting into situations that might be dangerous.
People Don’t Read Signs: This is a maxim in the NPS, folks just... they don’t try to read the signs, or the park newspaper, or anything. They will make no effort to educate themselves for their own safety, and will deliberately misread signs they understand to try and get away with things they want to do, which brings me to...
People want a ‘unique’ experience: People right now, for better and worse, are inundated with social media. There’s an expectation that there are things you need to see, because that’s What You Do in the area. Add to that though that folks are always going to want something that other people don’t have. That means getting closer to the bear for that great picture. Getting closer to the bison because ‘he seems calm.’
The Government Encouraged Unprepared Folks to Come into Wilderness Spaces: When COVID was first getting serious, many state and local governments encouraged people to go outside, go camping and hiking. The CDC is still saying that camping is an extremely low risk activity. As a result a FLOOD of people with no outdoor experience rushed into outdoor places. Zero preparation, zero outdoor knowledge, all these people who would usually vacation in Hawaii are trying to visit the few National Parks that they know offhand. As a result they are used to a resort-type experience, and assume that the space they’re entering is as controlled of an experience as a big hotel complex in the Bahamas. They are, of course, wrong.
The Disney-fication of Wild Spaces
Movies: People get these images in their heads of movie characters, especially Disney movie characters, having these magical experiences with animals. They hold out their hands, and the animal comes to them. They think they have a special connection with wildlife, that they’re different than those fools who get hurt. They hold onto this mindset and do things that they really shouldn’t be doing because they want to think they’re special.
Theme Parks: So Disney has made a lot of money off making fake, sanitized versions of America’s outdoor spaces, packaging them and selling them to folks. People see the old 1903 Inn near where I worked last year, and their first response is always “Oh like the one in Disneyland!” This is the introduction a lot of first-time National Park travelers have to our park. Then they come out here, where there are no smoke machines on the hot springs, they are boiling; there are no safe animals; there are countless ways to die, even in the front country; and they have NO IDEA how to deal with that. Their image of a National Park is a sanitized theme park area, so they show up here asking “What are the Best Attractions to do here?” and assuming that they are as safe here as they would be in Disneyland. They assume we wouldn’t let them do anything dangerous, and wouldn’t allow dangerous things to come to them, because of course! There’s just this fundamental misunderstanding about what National Parks are for. Yeah, we want you to have a good time, but this isn’t a theme park and if someone can’t get their head around that they’re going to always be in a more dangerous spot that someone else.
This is America and I’ll Do What I Want: Self explanatory.
Anyway, here are the rules for seeing large wildlife:
Stay 25 yards (25m) away from all large animals, except...
When watching bear and wolves stay 100 yards (100m) away
If an animals moves toward you, it is on YOU to maintain that distance
In a car you are not obligated to maintain that distance
If you’re watching a bear from your car you probably want to keep your windows up
Do not feed animals, or by inaction cause an animal to eat human food
A fed animal is a dead animal
Wildlife management doesn’t want to remove animals, but by feeding the animal you killed it
Throwing a bite of food to a bear is as good for that bear as you getting out of your car with a shotgun and pumping a dozen rounds of buckshot into its face
A habituated bear is more likely to hurt humans in the future, so feeding that animal might also get a person hurt or killed
Even squirrels and birds (but we won’t have to remove them, they’ll just die by themselves)
If an animal changes its behavior because you’re around, you should move further away from it
Do not fly drones near animals (they are illegal in National Parks anyway, but it stresses them out A LOT)
Remember you are a house guest in this animal’s home, be a good guest by practicing leave no trace
If the next person to pass by where you were can tell you were there, you did not practice leave no trace
This means no making cairns, no painting rocks, no carving your name into a tree
Genuine question, How is feeding an animal automatically killing it? I understand habituated animals lose their urge to hunt and forage by instinct yes but you make it sound like one hand fed sunflower seed will make a blue jay explode
So, you’ve hit a big point for me, so I won’t focus too much on animals losing the desire to forage naturally.
Once you remove the fear of humans from an animal, that animal will come to people, and linger by people, and potentially get aggressive with people. Animals have strong survival instincts, and one of the most critical among them is ‘don’t mess with things that may be dangerous.’ Humans are a huge neon sign that says ‘What’s this? Bad i bet!’ to wild animals. If you remove that fear by rewarding and incentivizing dangerous behavior, you have an animal that’s going to hang out on roads, around cars, near heavy machinery, etc. Animals, once they begin to lose their fear, will often do most of the work of habituation themselves. It does not take dozens of people feeding an animal, it takes one person rewarding an animal for lingering in an unsafe space.
Additionally, for larger animals like bears, habituation often leads to aggression.
Let’s detour for a moment: Have you ever been to a petting zoo? One of the ones where you pay a few quarters and you get a cup of food to feed the goats? So, you have your food, you walk in, and the goats are all over you. They walk right to you to get their treats, they’ll jostle you, and push you. Once that food is gone, and even if you didn’t buy food to begin with, those goats continue to show interest, but the mood changes. The goats stand on your shoes, they nibble your clothes, and if they finally get fed up with you not feeding them, they may full on headbutt you.
Kind of funny when a goat does it. Less funny when a bear does it. Bears only need to be fed once to forever associate a place or an event with food. Then, when they don’t get it easily, they’ll be likely to tear up tents, try to break into cars, etc. to get it. A fed bear is an aggressive bear, and often even the most intense hazing will only put a temporary stop to that behavior. It’ll last maybe until the next hard spring, or dry summer. But at some point that bear will be back in heavily populated areas, harassing people. In the end, most National Parks will make the hard choice in that situation to destroy the bear. Or the wolf.
Habituation is a process, but it can start very quickly.
It appears that boredom lies behind the most creative ideas. That's why quarantine has produced some of the most entertaining activities. One of them is the Getty Museum challenge, that so many of you have already seen in our previous article here.
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