Nature Lover (fm:sci-fi/fantasy, 1929 words)

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Marriage was not what she'd hoped for. A man could hide his true nature for only so long. It eventuality bubbles up from the surface. Looking back all the red flags were there. Controlling, possessive, and demanding. He was unhappy with her because he couldn't dictate her thoughts, couldn't keep her to himself. A few stray words, spoken in annoyance and anger, but he knew exactly where and how to cut. Naive and in love she'd handed him the knife and presented him with a detailed diagram.

The vast house, her diamond jewelry, the sumptuous clothing, all of it clung to her like ropes pulling her into an oubliette. She clawed at her throat, freeing herself from the jewels, casting them aside like a stray thread.

She ripped at the bodice of the dress, screaming in frustration when the fasteners, too skillfully applied, refused to fall away. She undid them each without slowing for a moment, tearing at the silk of the skirt which came apart more easily.

Undergarments flying every direction, she left a trail of finery through the yard and woods and found herself, naked and exhausted, yet exhilarated, in a clearing of the most beautiful and inviting pillowy grass. Unable to move a step further, she lay spread-eagled, the way she made snow angels in her youth. A grass angel, was her last thought before a dreamy sleep overtook her.

Her dream came in splashes of color and sound. Blue sky. Fluffy, impossibly white clouds tinged with gold and pink at the edges. Breeze in the trees mixed with a deep but feminine laugh. A brook somewhere nearby, pleasant chirping of birds.

She had the sensation of being held from below. At once comforted and vulnerable in her nakedness. The laugh turned to humming, and she felt something like tiny cool hands .. or... tongues? All over her body. Gently stroking her shoulders, legs, ass, her hair... The sensation sharpened, spread. There was a strong Presence suddenly. No longer grass and ground but the feeling of a person, soft and loving.

Elena breathed in sharply. Fear is not the word. Awe perhaps, a longing tinged with curiosity.

Who are you? She didn't know why she whispered, but it felt right

The answer came like the sound of tall grass in a strong breeze.

Look...

She felt pressure on her hand, and turned her head to find grass bending onto her palm on all edges. The sensation was like the touch of a human hand

Are you... the grass? She felt stupid asking such an absurd question, but there was no other way to describe it. The grass was holding her hand.

Yes...

I.. i didn't know you could do that

The Presence...the Grass laughed that beautiful deep laugh again.

More?...

Yes, yes please

She felt the sensation again of feeling held, and of tiny tongues, lips, against her skin. Grass fingers brushing her shoulders, neck, cheeks like kisses from a gentle lover.

Her feet were wrapped and massaged in grass as with cool, caring hands. She moaned and closed her eyes as her head, hands and feet were rubbed

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Qaz Writer writes Sun 22 Feb 2026 05:12:

I think another chapter would be good to see if nature follows and watches over her.

Thanks for the story.

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