No.110 Becoming the Wind Along the River: Secret Cycling Diary Part 2

Even though it was winter, today was an unusually warm day. The blue sky stretched endlessly, and I couldn’t sit still. I’m a cross-dresser. I paired my favorite sweater with a short skirt and set off on my bike along the riverbank. With each pedal stroke, the wind rustled the hem of my skirt. It felt cold, yet today it was a pleasant breeze. The scent of withered grass mingled with the aroma of water. The embankment path was deserted. The river surface sparkled, reflecting the sunlight. Birds chirped in the distance, and occasionally, the sound of fish leaping reached my ears. After riding for a while, I dismounted at a spot that felt just right. I sat down on the embankment and gazed blankly at the flowing river. Then, slowly, I took out the dildo and tried inserting it into my anus. Maybe I was alive just for this moment. Everything felt so perfect it made me think such things. The wind caressed my hair. My skirt fluttered. But even that felt good.