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!"