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Nature and Desire

Erotic Fiction inspired by Lucy Heart in “Raw

Desire can strike at any moment. Maybe you, when confronted with nature’s beauty – sweeping hills, clear blue skies, calm seas lapping at the shoreline – would be swept up and carried away in the arms of mother nature, but I am not you.

For me, the sight of all this beauty sends shivers through my body. I stand on my balcony and look down at nature’s glory, feeling the cool breeze caress my naked breasts, and I sense the lure of my own nature. My attention turns to my nipples, and I watch them stiffen, encouraging them to grow harder with a pinch. My own touch sends me inside.

On my bed I forget about the landscape outside my open window and concentrate on myself. I run my hands over my calves, feeling my body’s shape, the lines and contours of my legs and hips, but always my hands are drawn to my crotch, the place that reacts most sensitively to my touch.

I open my pants, popping the button and sliding the zipper down, and then my hand delves inside, fingers searching for my folds. I find myself damp, my wetness welling up to meet my finger as I slide it between my pussy lips. I think of nothing but the pleasurable sensations, the feeling of my finger teasing my juices out of me.

Pulling off my pants, I can only manage to slide one leg out before I am playing with my pussy again. I lift my legs, my bare ass facing the window; the breeze sweeps in and caresses my bottom. I grab my cheeks and send my fingers to my pussy, pulling myself open, feeling that cool air as it glides over my skin, between my lips, wanting to feel it enter me.

But the breeze is not strong enough, and so I push one finger from each hand inside and begin to fuck myself with them, taking turns to dip in and out with each, as if I were at the mercy of two lovers, though no such thoughts have entered my mind. Only the pleasure of my touch controls my body.

With the free leg of my pants, I rub at my pussy, the rough denim rasping against my soft flesh, grinding over my clitoris, the friction sharp and delicious.

Now I am filled with hard desire. Now I want to fuck, to feel myself filled. My body responds involuntarily, rolling over and pushing my ass up in the air as my hand dives between my thighs and my index finger thrusts inside my hole.

I fuck myself. Fast. Hard. My body knows what it wants; I am but a servant, a sailor on the seas of sexual desire, riding the waves of lust.

I am bucking up and down on my hand, slapping my clitoris, pushing my fingers inside my drenched slit, my palm rubbing against my asshole, my body bucking back against each thrust.

And suddenly I am filled with a need for more. My denim pants are at hand and I grab them, one finger still deep inside my pussy, and scrape them over my nipples. They are stiff and the denim pulls them sideways. The sensation spreads from my grazed nipples all over my body; my hand is a blur between my legs, my pussy is hot, throbbing, on the verge of orgasm. I bite my lip and let it happen, cumming hard, my body jerking to each stroke of my clit.

Slowly, I come down from this plateau, half wondering how I got from the beauty of mother nature to this bed, my body sticky with sexual gratification. But I don’t really care, I am content to bask in the release born from my orgasm…

 

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