A Pen's G-Spot

I was never skilled at climbing down things. My vision didn't permit me with such talent as depth perception thus making slope grade near impossible to determine. Instead, I use nearly all of my body to climb up. Being able to grab hold of rocks and projecting myself forward has always made me feel more safe. The first place I led him while we hiked was up. I went through some trees and grabbed onto some stones and miraculously, after my panic attack at a stone, we sat at the highest stone on the mountain. Sadly, said stone was no where close to the valley we were originally looking for. The sunlight was hot. I could feel my feet sweating where my tennis shoes lost their mesh and acquired poly-plastic logos. He was hot. His pants were not meant for the weather making them radiate their own form of heat. Luckily, my water managed to maintain some chill. But I still was panting from my panic as we sat gazing at the trees ahead. We were nearly on top of the rock where I refused to...

Almost a week ago, I went on a retreat for a day with a boy and a few bags of trail mix --which, might I add, literally turned into trail mix as he kept throwing bits of the deadly thing at me. Whatever, I love him so I guess it's okay. At the start of our off-trail hike, I became stuck. Irrationally and quite physically stuck... on a rock... maybe ten minutes in... What a blow to pride. Just seconds earlier I was prancing down a trail screaming "we are mountain folk!" only to be terrified of the foundation. Blindly, I was following him across different stepping stones and around trees but when he elegantly leaped from one stone to the other as if the very clouds above us plucked him from the ground, I woke up. I saw that we were on a slope, that the ground under us was sliding, that there was a large gap between the two stones, that there was an unpleasant landing under us, that there was only up that looked easy, and that there was no way in HELL was I continuing le...