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Dreamy Offering

by Ana Star
(6/13/07)

I find myself walking into a meadow, barefoot and in my white nightgown. I look up and see the cloudy dark night sky. A few cows are asleep, standing near the barbwire fence. I walk carelessly with confidence, almost in a trance, toward the green trees at the edge of the forest. The air is warm and magical, enchanting me to follow. I can see movement in the bushes from the corner of my eyes, but nothing is there when I stare, searching out.

I reach an open field. In the center lies a small pond surrounded by white stones of all shapes and sizes. A woman is sitting on her knees, still, eyes shut and waiting. Her palms are lying open on her thighs. She is wearing a beautiful grape color nightgown with black lace around her cleavage. Her curly brown hair playfully mingles with the small breeze rising. I know her even when I have never seen her before. No words are ever spoken, but I know she wants me to lie behind her. I obey willingly.

She turns to me smiling. Her ivory white teeth are glowing. Her small berry color lips only move to smile or breathe. Her skin is a milk white silky color. It enhances her amethyst eyes sparkling at me. She reaches out for my nightgown with her long fairy finger hands and tears it open gently. Her face is comforting and reassuring. I feel joyous and excited for what is about to take place.

I am not wearing any underwear. I lie there naked; my skin feeling the tickles of the cool, wet grass underneath me. I look up to that angelic face and rejoice at her expression. She is pleased by what she sees. Her eyes admire my body. She takes a few moments to carefully scrutinize every inch of my skin. She delicately turns my body over to examine my back and buttocks. She gives a slight tap on each of my butt cheeks, making me giggle nervously. She sweeps the tips of her fingers across my spinal column and makes a circular motion toward both my sides. Chills run up and down my flesh as I feel my body completely relax. I am giving in completely.

Her hands return to my buttocks. She squeezes tentatively before kissing each cheek affectionately. Her kisses trail up to my spine, then my shoulders and neck. She turns me over so gently. My face is close to hers. I can feel her cool breath just like a breeze running over my face. Her eyes sparkle like gemstones in a jewelry store. I am losing myself in her universe.

Her soft lips pressing against my own are refreshing and soothing to the touch. I feel lighter as she continues to kiss me, intoxicated by her tasty, sweet saliva. Her lips skim across my chin, neck, and chest. They land on my nipple, where she nibbles softly before suckling onto each of them. She wants to make them blush like ripe red apples. Her lips continue their sweep of my body until they reach my hairy mound, my own forbidden cavern with its mysteries and secrets. Her fingers glide through the hairs, combing them gently, sending me gooseflesh. She looks at me, her face beaming with anticipation. She is definitely pleased by my temple, my body.

Her eyes lock into mine and I understand she wants me to open my legs. I do, and place my feet on her sides where she kneels down. She buries her head between my legs, almost disappearing into my insides. I feel her tongue tickling my outer lips before tenderly entering deeper, sucking onto my juices. I quiver, unable to contain my excited moan. Hearing my pleasured cries encourages her eagerly to dig in deeper until she reaches my precious pearl.

The warm wind blows harder, whispering in my ear. Or is it her? I wiggle at the intense pleasure rising inside me. My heart accelerates and my breath pants desperately searching for air. My hands move by themselves, caressing my body uncontrollably. They reach for that curly brown woolen head, pressing her ardently inside me. She stops abruptly and stares at me. Her face is grinning, happy with the state she's inducing on me. She lifts herself up over me. Her nightgown shape-shifts into a transparent veil with silver shinny sparkling diamonds, revealing her perfect milky skin and pointy breasts. Her nipples are a soft color of raspberry, tempting me to take a bite. She presses them against my own and rubs them until the tips harden. I watch her close her eyes in satisfaction.

She pushes her hips and pubic bone against my melting entry. I feel her enter my body with a shock. I gasp and moan at the same time. She smiles, delighted of my reaction. She kisses me as she rocks her body back and forth, each time sinking deeper into me. I examine her closely and occasionally see a man with long black hair, dark olive skin, and magnetic eyes, black as night, lying on top of me. His face is reassuring and seducing me. I feel complete with them both growing inside me.

As she/he keeps moving, I feel my body becoming lighter both in weight and sight. My skin glows with love and beauty. I feel myself climaxing and stare into those eyes becoming amethyst again. The woman's body becomes the color of the night sky; her sparkling veil becomes the stars. Her beautiful beaming face changes into the full moon rising, and her hair into strips of clouds surrounding the moon. She is no longer on me, but above me.

I lie there alone, naked and content. My fluids are mixed with the Goddess/God seeds nurturing the ground where I lie. The serene moon bestows her gentle glow on me. I lean back on my elbows, looking far out into the forest, gazing nowhere in particular. A brown rabbit pops his head up to look at me. It hops toward me, curious. Its nose is sniffing my smell, trying to determine if I am a threat. More animals come to greet me. A deer, a fawn, mice, squirrels, birds of all shapes and sizes, surround me in amazement. I reach out my hand to pet the rabbit who bows its head, helping me along. A sparkling light attracts my attention. I look in that direction and notice the beautiful pond reflecting mother moon. I stand up and step into the warm water to cleanse my body.

For a few moments, the world is quiet, even with all the animals guarding me. I submerge my head fully under water, relishing the soothing, calming energy emanating from the pond. I see rainbow color fishes swimming underneath me, unaware or unaffected by me being there. Their colors grow stronger as I stare at them. They energize me. I come back up to gasp for air and see my white nightgown near the stones of the pond. It is intact and perfect, like brand new. I quickly put it on and walk back toward the meadow, escorted by the animals of the forest. The cows are awake and swinging their tails, as if waving at me. After I reach the end of the meadow, I wake up in my bed; rejuvenated and free.

©2007 by Ana Star

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Ana Star loves to read, write, and research anything related to sex, emotions, and human interactions. She has been writing since her childhood, but only started writing erotica six months ago. She is currently working on an anthology of short erotica stories, and is obsessed with fairies. For more information see her Web site.


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