Monday, June 1, 2009

Secret Garden




Click, whir, click, whir... the camera spoke to her, guiding her to this place. "Oh, that's good," it said. "Marvelous, beautiful, sexy, awesome," it repeated, over and over. It was not just the roaming hands of her lover, the hot bulb of flesh between her lips, the thick magma flowing from her. It was not that she was in love or that his tongue drove her to heights of delirium. It was not the double-dare novelty of what she was doing at this point in her life. She had suddenly entered a new, unexplored, world, a secret valley full of naked men and tall ferns and flowers of intoxicating scent. The cacophonous calls of brilliantly colored birds rang in her ears. The flashing neon electric of butterfly wings blinded her. The moss was thick under her bare feet. The sun was pure and liquid on her skin. The air was sharp and bright. This was her Eden, the place she had only dreamed of. She was free and reborn, soaked with childish emotion. His cock inside of her led her to clear still pools and warm stones, in shaded groves of large leafy trees. His lips brushing across her nipples carried her into broad meadows of tall grass moving in orgasmic waves in the passing hand of the soft wind. She ran like a girl in this place, opening herself, laughing, squealing with sensual release, the camera gently recording it all. Click, whir, click, whir. "Marvelous, beautiful, sexy, awesome!"

5 comments:

  1. When does the next flight leave???? Ready to your kind of Paradise :) Is there anything more exciting, at any time of life, than becoming comfortable in your own skin? It's a beautiful thing for sure, as is your writing.

    Love this: "The flashing neon electric of butterfly wings blinded her. The moss was thick under her bare feet. The sun was pure and liquid on her skin. The air was sharp and bright. This was her Eden, the place she had only dreamed of. She was free and reborn, soaked with childish emotion."

    Wheee! Soaked with childish emotion. The world needs more smiles and carefree joy.

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  2. Oh, I love reading of this place and this time where I have lingered so often. The paradise of nature and sensuality you describe are my home, for they exist within me. I can travel there with a touch, a sound, a smell or a taste. My fingers can brush my breasts. I can trace my hand through amber wisps and bring them up radiating my love smell. I can hear my sticky wetness when I work my pussy so gently; then harder, then faster, but always with love for myself in this magnificent place.

    I lie in soft green grass. Brightly colored birds – brilliant red, lush green, startling yellow – call roughly to me from the palms and ferns as I stroke myself. Jasmine floats in the air and my fingers probe, their purpose sure. A fine mist settles on my nakedness to refresh me. I easily caress my lovely cunt. I smile, and then my lips part as I pleasure myself. Time falls away as I rise to my sweet goal, not once but again and again.

    There is but one thing lacking in my paradise.

    Can you be here with me?

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  3. Thanks, so much Gina Marie and Magdeline!! Such beautiful comments! I am so happy that my words can conjure up images and feelings. No better compliment can a writer hope for. I am soaked with childish emotion! :-)

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  4. **smile** Just lovely! I want to be there. I want to be her!

    Thanks, BAK!

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  5. As always, thanks Marina!! Close your eyes and click your heels three times..... :-)

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