The end of another Sensual Sunday Story.
Sensual Sunday: Mother Earth! Part 7
My body feels light and hovering, trembling with excitement with her sitting on op of me. commanding me. hanging from er lips I listen to her every word but moans coming from my mouth corrupt the surroundings. She is there, I can hear her breath and moan somewhere in the background of my own vocals.
Her eyes stare down in mine, with her lips traced by her tongue in a slow motion. the green gazers have a lustful intensity, with my body reaction being tensed and filling my mind with a certain anticipation. Answered by a weight taken of my cock. The liberation when it springs back up into the free air. Only to be held anew by her hand and the sensation of a warm wetness that embraces the tip and slowly have that feeling slip along the shaft until all pressure is on my balls.
I am taken over by the sensation and scent of warm honey melting over my body. I can feel slow drop roll over my balls with every shock they are compressed. My vision is that of a woman in a strange green glow and covered by twines that curl across her breasts and nipples. She slowly moves up and down. She rides me with a perverted tempo and easy suppleness kneads the base after she pushed it back and fill me with pain.
It makes me grave a release, to end this suffering of almost breaking my cock. But I can’t shake away the trance her words and scent pull me in. Honey, fresh cut grass and a forest after a rainy day. The silken touch and the honey melted across my body set me in flames. There was this taste of milk and flowers constantly on my tongue after every lick of the lips. Enhanced with a kiss.
This pain is pushing me to my limits. I want her to fuck me harder. I want to cum. My confusion grow as she moves faster without a word. My mind wants to speak up and yell at her to take me. Shout to please let me cum. But I am silenced, mesmerised by her movements and demanding voice. But the words were so gentle. then here are these sparkles that surround her n reds, blues and greens. Her body hot to the touch when my fingers accidently are being brushed by her leg.
And then she takes me all the way in again and leans into me. Her warm breathe caressing my ear with the words to let it all go. But before I could think ‘you haven’t done anything’, I can feel the tension from around the base soften. She knew, she could feel I wanted to so badly. Muscles contract and pulse after pulse I can feel the shaft get filled with cum and the eruption at the tip into this warm womb.
Eyes closed I try to push u my hips again and have throb after throb push out the warm cum.
Every moan and breath happen at the same time as the pain of every pulsation. And as soon as it starts subsiding I wanted to see her again. the look on her face, hear her words of acknowledging I done good.
She smiles with her seductive lips pressing her hard nipples on my scratched chest and the sparkles have increased reducing her visibility. Slowly she is disappearing from my view. Not a single word abut what I done, or even what she done. Let alone tell me why. A final flash of small green light that flies away is the last thing I see before the sky turns black.
I wake up next to a smouldering fire, with heart in turmoil. With a quick look around I find myself bac in the cave I set up camp in. A pot of mushroom I used for tea, blackened at the bottom as all water evaporated. Was it a dream?
My cock still hurts and is curled up feeling wet. A lick across he lips have me taste milk and honey. I rush through the cave but I cant seem to remember how to get to this open field and waterfall. I something down in my journal and feel compelled to leave this cave. The myth must be true and now it is confirmed why nobody knows how to get there.
I walk out of the cave in order to go back home and as soon as I step into the sunlight I see a beautiful woman with a green glow again pass me by. In the corner of my eye I see her wink and hear her whisper something in the air. “Thank you”
I turn my head and find her gone. Confused I wonder if it could have been a dream. But the aches and scratches tell another story. Will anybody ever believe me. I smile and decide to keep this to myself and maybe one day write my own myth.