Magic
Where is it that sex and magic can combine?
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He said, "The dirt is a great target," pointed his rough carpenter's hands and fell back into the dreamless; yet disturbed sleep from whence he came.
He was exhausted: that I knew. A full weekend full of magic complete with water fairies, sleeping imps, fire dancers, and stolen kisses under faded moonlight. We had snuck away to our own wonderland where glorious things happened at every moment, and beauty awaited us at every curve.
He surprised me each morning with breakfast and each evening with hours of romantic conversation, touching, and dancing. To this, I responded as a hungry wolf awaiting her next kill. He brings out passion in me that has never been matched. It rages through this small body of mine like torrents of fire escaping the gates of hell. I have wanted Jim for so long. I have wanted him since we first met at Rodney's. The first time I kissed Jim I knew that he would be the man I could not live without. I would need him. I would crave him. I would do anything to feel him.
We made love against a tree. He held my leg up high while I dug my nails deep into the tree's bark. The harder Jim pushed against and into me, the more I screamed in ecstasy. My nails dug deeper and deeper into the tree's only protection. Sap began to flow over my fingertips just as Jims' seed flowed down my thighs. Both sensual in their way, I arched my back as another orgasm filled my being and the silence of the forest shattered. Jim’s sex-laden voice pushed me further to cum with more and more passion. Yet, as odd as it sounds, it seems as though the tree wished the same for me as well. It was as if they were joining sexual forces and fucking me at the same time through one medium--Jim.
When I finally felt his hot liquid burst inside for the final time as I shrieked my own orgasm, I clinched down around his perfect cock. We stood there, recovering from our efforts for what seemed to be an eternity.
The fire, by this time, had died, so we retired to the tent to hold one another through the night... Just as God had intended: completely naked and completely in love.
He was exhausted: that I knew. A full weekend full of magic complete with water fairies, sleeping imps, fire dancers, and stolen kisses under faded moonlight. We had snuck away to our own wonderland where glorious things happened at every moment, and beauty awaited us at every curve.
He surprised me each morning with breakfast and each evening with hours of romantic conversation, touching, and dancing. To this, I responded as a hungry wolf awaiting her next kill. He brings out passion in me that has never been matched. It rages through this small body of mine like torrents of fire escaping the gates of hell. I have wanted Jim for so long. I have wanted him since we first met at Rodney's. The first time I kissed Jim I knew that he would be the man I could not live without. I would need him. I would crave him. I would do anything to feel him.
We made love against a tree. He held my leg up high while I dug my nails deep into the tree's bark. The harder Jim pushed against and into me, the more I screamed in ecstasy. My nails dug deeper and deeper into the tree's only protection. Sap began to flow over my fingertips just as Jims' seed flowed down my thighs. Both sensual in their way, I arched my back as another orgasm filled my being and the silence of the forest shattered. Jim’s sex-laden voice pushed me further to cum with more and more passion. Yet, as odd as it sounds, it seems as though the tree wished the same for me as well. It was as if they were joining sexual forces and fucking me at the same time through one medium--Jim.
When I finally felt his hot liquid burst inside for the final time as I shrieked my own orgasm, I clinched down around his perfect cock. We stood there, recovering from our efforts for what seemed to be an eternity.
The fire, by this time, had died, so we retired to the tent to hold one another through the night... Just as God had intended: completely naked and completely in love.