KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
- Posts
- 25,603
It's raining now. One of our newbies can attest to that fact.
There's enough light out to see through the rain-grayed air to the lush greenness of the trees and rich mud of the freshly tilled back yard. The rain is making me think of sex. I think it's the relentless throbbing the falling water sounds like. Perhaps it's just the mud. I'm inside, warm and dry, but I wish I weren't.
I want to be outside, near the lake. There are a few spots dotted with thickly leaved trees, the scent of fresh pine, and the softest dirt near the colder water of the living lake. I want to be naked and free to be that way, the kind of free that makes you glory in the feel of your own skin and the feel of the rain licking at it all over.
I want to be near the lake, my toes sinking into the soft ground that's slowly giving way to the rain. There's something about the way clean mud clings that's as sensuous as fingers lightly feathering across hot flesh.
I want to lay down in the loving embrace of the earth and stare up through the trees, watching the rain fall. The cool drops of rain are thousands of tiny lips tasting all of naked skin at once. When a wonderfully hard body covers mine, displacing the cold water with heated eroticism, it's almost enough to induce an orgasm.
I want to slide through the mud while the rain joins us for the stolen hours by the lake. A part of the earth, a part of the water, a part of sky. Even something as common as a slow, loving thrust is transformed into something that's as wild as the brewing storm around us.
I want to feel my body become a part of the lightning when it cracks against the iron-gray sky and the roar of its mated thunder to join my lover as he pours himself within me. With the rain pounding along with us, giving its cool kisses, I want to feel a part of the earth and as complete as I've ever been. I want to be drenched on the outside with all of the feral sexuality I feel on the inside.
*sigh*
Too bad the StudMuffin is a prude.
There's enough light out to see through the rain-grayed air to the lush greenness of the trees and rich mud of the freshly tilled back yard. The rain is making me think of sex. I think it's the relentless throbbing the falling water sounds like. Perhaps it's just the mud. I'm inside, warm and dry, but I wish I weren't.
I want to be outside, near the lake. There are a few spots dotted with thickly leaved trees, the scent of fresh pine, and the softest dirt near the colder water of the living lake. I want to be naked and free to be that way, the kind of free that makes you glory in the feel of your own skin and the feel of the rain licking at it all over.
I want to be near the lake, my toes sinking into the soft ground that's slowly giving way to the rain. There's something about the way clean mud clings that's as sensuous as fingers lightly feathering across hot flesh.
I want to lay down in the loving embrace of the earth and stare up through the trees, watching the rain fall. The cool drops of rain are thousands of tiny lips tasting all of naked skin at once. When a wonderfully hard body covers mine, displacing the cold water with heated eroticism, it's almost enough to induce an orgasm.
I want to slide through the mud while the rain joins us for the stolen hours by the lake. A part of the earth, a part of the water, a part of sky. Even something as common as a slow, loving thrust is transformed into something that's as wild as the brewing storm around us.
I want to feel my body become a part of the lightning when it cracks against the iron-gray sky and the roar of its mated thunder to join my lover as he pours himself within me. With the rain pounding along with us, giving its cool kisses, I want to feel a part of the earth and as complete as I've ever been. I want to be drenched on the outside with all of the feral sexuality I feel on the inside.
*sigh*
Too bad the StudMuffin is a prude.
