Thread: Escape to the Cabin... AfrahkenGahdess - Myself

Are you sure, sweetheart? Going away on your own, sounds mighty dangerous, Sylvia Myer's gentle, quiet timbre that was evidently peppered with fear at the thought of her youngest child and only daughter venturing into the woods, alone still resonated in Ebony Myer's head as she rolled her luggage through her new home, at least for the next two weeks. Another vivid memory from the morning, she departed was a hefty yet loving back slap from George Myer Sr. before vigorously reassuring his bride, their child would be perfectly fine she would never admit it aloud but his words had been a comfort. Roughing it in the forest didn't scare her, growing up with four ill-mannered and boisterous brothers, she was used to getting dirty. It was the solitary part that was particularly frightening , her entire life- from conception, on- she had never been unescorted. However, as obnoxious and strenuous her days have been lately, a few weeks from her hometown similar to chicken noodle soup, would be good for her soul. Since Ebony was used to completing task at high speed paces, half an hour later, she had successfully put away her clothes and done some tidying. The man, she chartered this place from, had appeared to be far from a neat freak but the home was cleaner than she expected and didn't need much except a dusting. He was, nonetheless, very helpful. Once advised of the refrigerator's emptiness, she quickly picked up a week's worth of supply before arriving and even, that normally tedious chore was done. What do I.. do.. now, she huffed, realizing the reality of her decision. How long had she been begging for some time off? How often had she slumped, into bed, still clothed in her scrubs and lullabied herself to sleep by daydreams of a long, silent vacation? More times than any one person could count. Well, probably just takes a little getting used to, A positive voice rang clear in her mind as she poured some wine and padded barefooted towards the master bathroom to run a nice, steaming shower. The scorching, perfectly pressured water evaporated almost a week of stress, by itself. The strong patter and dreamy heat, massaged into Ebony's lean, muscled back and almost produced an audible moan as the excess liquid cascaded down her spine to stretch and cling to a large, plump bottom customarily hidden by baggy, nursing garments. Her large, brown eyes widened innocently as she examined her lower body, curiously prodding her fingertips into thick, fleshy thighs. Far from fat, the dark-fleshed beauty had often been complimented on her figure but it had always been a mystery as to why. I suppose I could see how a man, could find me attractive, She thought, trailing her eyes to a smooth, unmarred belly- noticing a little pudginess before adding aloud, but a few trips to the gym couldn't hurt. Moments later, a husky, feminine voice seemed to curl around the unusually stressed, young woman's ticker and warm her very essence Erykah Badu's soulful and passionate tone coupled with a lazy, deep acoustic guitar could ease the weight of the world off the president's shoulders. With only a plush, ivory towel placed underneath her juicy backside, she let the fire little by little evaporate all the small droplets still clinging to her brown flesh. Meanwhile, she pondered the changes that had already happened, in only a few and short hours time seemed slower and she could enjoy herself for much longer than if she was home. Sighing in content, she carefully ran her fingers through the thick, shoulder length and coily hair that was always tied back in a ponytail for work. Along with the tender fragrance of a Jasmine and Lavender incense, Ebony's worries, the anxieties of a normal trauma nurse, were slowly but surely dissipating her eyes growing increasingly heavy with each inhale as she settled herself deeper into the tattered yet bizarrely comfortable loveseat, gently fluttered closed... A sudden, high pitch shriek jolted the sleeping vacationer into the air. Shit, I must have fallen asleep, Ebony muttered, slender fingers clutching at her bare chest. For a moment, she just sat there and attempted to calm her nerves. She contemplated putting on clothes, even a thin, cotton tee shirt seemed to constricting and also, no peeping tom's were around for miles. She figured an animal or a falling leaf tripped her sensitive, car alarm. Snatching up the key from a coffee table in front of her, she hastily rose to hush the noise. The harsh, chilled air slithered around an unsuspecting victim as she opened the front door erecting goose bumps on every centimeter of Ebony's moist, unblemished chocolaty skin, it's invisible, icy nails could reach. The wind howled, vulgarly, an hideous sound that almost made her step back inside and wait for the car's battery to just die. Still, she kept shuffling forward, arms wrapped snuggly against her chest because if Ebony Myer was nothing else, she was determined. Instead of investigating, she opted to just come close enough for the alarm to be deactivated via keypad and scurry back inside. Time had slipped away during the impromptu nap and Ebony hadn't realized how tired, she actually was. At 25 years old, nine pm had become her bedtime and she didn't intend to miss curfew.