Fern was enjoying all of her sexual endeavors and discovering all of the pleasures the world of adult womanhood that sex had to offer, but she couldn’t help but feel herself longing for more. Though she considered herself polyamorous and omnisexual, Fern longed for a deep connection with some, at least a few of her conquests. She hoped to find this in this tall Native American whom most locals revered. When she saw his body, she revered him instantly, in a much different way.

People were gathered around a large campfire, sitting cross-legged and talking quietly. Fern did pick up the hypnotic drum beat and was relieved to see many others had worn their party best as well, maybe expecting something more lavish. But everyone seemed happy sitting in the grass in their Armani and Gucci, sipping out of a buckskin canteen a tall dark man at the head of the fire passed around.

Fern took her heels off and quickly and quietly took a seat in the crowd next to a married couple in their early thirties. They eyed her appreciatively as she eyed the shaman, seemingly radiant as he stood in front of the fire. The Native American man had long dark hair and chiseled abs to be sure, and as Fern locked eyes with him her heart became lost in the drum and only one beat issued forth.

The shaman looked down his long regal nose with his black falcon eyes at the curious little auburn haired girl with the green toenails sitting uncertainly in his crowd of gatherers. He had foreseen her coming in a vision, but he had not foreseen the green toenail polish. It was a bit childish and he decided, to his liking. Though his ceremony would be intense and incensed in the spirit world, he would end it soon to taste the young red haired girl. His people used to find fear in red haired people, but to him the girls hair looked like fire and he could feel her intense yearning. He walked up to her in moccasins silently and ran a hand up her back as she stood leaning on two people she had been chanting and “bringing down the moon” with.  He was glad to see she could tap into the spiritual world; he now craved to find out if she tapped into sexuality just as easily.

Fern wasn’t surprised at all when she felt a light finger touch her back and slide down to the small of her back. It caused immediate goose bumps to arise on her and set her afire. She was surprised at her reaction to this touch..so magical, but she knew it would come, that he would seek her out. Fern had a way of making things happen. She turned around and smiled into the stern gaze of the tall shaman. Just like in days of yesterday beads and feathers hung in his long dark hair and Fern was giddy from the drinks and ceremony and felt transported in time. The feeling intensified as the shaman, “two Dogs” led her into a authentic teepee, laden high with furs and pillows. A small fire burned in the center and he threw some dried leaves over the fire, causing a sweet but pungent scent to fill the air.

As soon as her smiling eyes met the healers stern gaze she felt something new within her stir. Total submission. She would do whatever this man wanted, immediately. If she wanted something more than the pure seduction of her basic easy conquests she had found it. Her knees shook and with one movement he lifted her off her feet and laid her gently on the furs. Without speaking he quickly began unbuttoning her gown, slightly grass stained. It was known between them without words that he would control this, that she would be his concubine, at his will. He handed her the deer skinned flask again, and Fern obediently drank, the strong alcohol and herbs causing her head to reel. The smoke from the fire made her feel two feet in the air, the shaman had to put his hand on her stomach and plant her back on the furs, or did she just imagine that?

As soon as he had her naked he became so also and Fern stared at his large throbbing cock the way a hungry dog looks at a porterhouse. Once more he brought the canteen to her lips and she drank, reminded of absinthe. She thought he was mixing something in a wooden bowl, then felt cold wet pressed against her forehead, his hot index finger sliding downwards beneath it. After painting her face he drew a line down the center of her body, making sure to encircle each of her chakras. He loved a girl with good energy and it pulsated through this young doe in front of him like lightning. Or fire. A gazelle in his lair. He would eat her for breakfast. He brought out soft rabbit skin strips and tied her hands to the poles of the teepee. To his pleasure, he saw her arch her back in pleasure, the feel of fur under her naked body and around her wrists intensely exquisite.

I wanted him to know every little detail about me. My long sinewy legs, my small petal like feet with the bright green toenail polish. My long dark hair, that has a tendency of falling over my exquisite green eyes when I smile the way I have a tendency of brushing it back.

But he couldn’t know all of these things about me, Fern thought as she slipped on her 36c bra and fastened it behind her back. He won’t be able to see past my gorgeous smile and perky tits. Fern was loving her sexcapades but lately a dark thought had been hovering over her , threatening rain. She was sexually connecting with these people, yes and in a sense spiritually, at least to her but she was disappointed in the lack of their insight. Fern wants sex, and something more. All of your interest, all of your attention. The “frolage” with her friends had been phenomenal, the men at the bar, rough and naughty, but now she yearned for something more cosmic. Cosmic Sex.

Fern stepped into her heels and  dazzling party dress the way a princess emerges onto a caslt e balcony, immediate apparent, forever beautiful. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton handbag and picked up her invitation to Two Dogs Solstice party. He was known for his spiritual beliefs and healing powers. A powerful shaman on the reservation, He was also  a great  poet, a healer and well endowed as a man could be,  Fern had heard. She was picturing campfire and mocha abs, drumbeats and heartbeats. Some and grass, not smoke and mirrors. She had been lucky to attain an invitation, but Fern had a way of letting good fortune fall down around her shoulders, grabbing lady luck and holding her tightly around her body like a cloak.

Crocheted innocence
le fleur du mal;
la belle sans regret.
What intricate ivy
what lush foliage
inspires me to write of your dark love?
Ripened vines burst and
spill passion into the air around you,
the earth vibrates beneath you .
I am a petal from a flower
quivering in your presence.

I have seen myself through the eyes of a bird today. The birds I feed, that have become my familiar beings since I moved here to Abyssia. From a perch on a branch of a lonely tree I watch myself through its eyes. A slender bronze figure in white muslin short dress, standing beside the crystal birdbath (I made). I’m spreading food on the bare spot that shows the fertile brown earth beneath the green. Bird’s eyes distort perception a little, I appeared more beautiful and serene than I am, peering through a lens almost like the photographers famous “fish eye” lens.

The sun casts rainbows and dazzles off of the glittering stones I so lovingly lay there between my plants and made small circles of light dance near my throat and over my face, arms and calves. How tone and smooth they are. Long and slender muscles; a swimmers agility. I do not recognize myself. The long chocolate hair, swept back from my face and clasped in a pear comb at the back of my head, to trail with the rest of my long wavy tresses halfway down my back. How beautiful a symmetry I cut. A web I weave. And just for myself. And sometimes, for you.

I wish you could stand in my moon garden with me, it is next to my observatory, did I tell you the stars here at night are so bright you can see your future shimmering in them?(As well as your past)

He didn’t know what he liked about this girl more… her full perky breasts or the way she got on her knees in the mud and furrowed her brow to weed her garden. There were just so many things about her. He noticed though she wore no makeup she had hot pink fingernail polish on and a few turquoise rings. Crystal on hemp string around her neck. Each garden post naming what each row was painted the gay pride flag. But she definitely wasn’t gay.

Driving to her place had been a trip. She had said she was out in the woods and she hadn’t lied, and the winds and curves grew deeper his gps had lost track but due to her good directions he knew right where to go and though she had described it he had been socked at the actual dirt road with a creek running through it. Damned up on one side, he watched three fat beavers diligently working before splashing cautiously through, his sedan wet but unscathed. He knew her place immediately just from following her blogs, the wacky painted fences made out of old trampoline legs, the circular gardens with purple rocks carefully piled around each one. She was standing on the porch behind high and leafy palms in a tailored black summer dress cut up to the hip that revealed her tan long legs. Her long chocolate hair blew in the faint breeze and a colourful parakeet sang above her head from his ornate perch, hanging from her porch along with psychedelic twirlers and hummingbird feeders. Hippie definitely, but tasteful and knoweleagable too.

As he neared the door he viewed the flower garden that lined the front wall of the house and admired her Buddha statues and small glass works of arts he knows she created and planted there. A rock with a face painted on it stares back at him.

She greets him with a clear goblet of sparkling water and he can see though he is surrounded in remote lakes and woods , he is amidst the presence of a cultured and traveled woman. Of elegance and grace, so many things wrapped into one. He viewed her as an Earth Goddess, who also happened to have a magnetic sexual energy.

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Serpent

After getting over my grouchies earlier, I rouged my eye lids and cheeks and stood in the bathroom mirror. I lit all the candles and watched the flames reflect off my crystals as I curled my hair, thinking…truly dancing flames are magical. I rubbed my entire body down with natural Amber and set the ihome to Nigel Kroke…East meets east. Its classical music that raises you up on waves of emotion and sets you back down effected and shaking, out of breath from the sudden stop of beautifully wailing violin. Very much like sex. Classical Middle Eastern music has such an effect on me it can bring tears to my eyes and cause goose bumps to rise along my flesh. But then, most music can do that to me.

I waited expectantly for a rap on the door and when he arrived I smiled my approval. We have been emailing forever but not had the chance to meet until now. A very good looking man, standing in the sexiest pair of Urban Lucky brand jeans I have seen on a man or woman for that matter. In the bedroom i began my seduction, removing his jeans and shirt and laying him down on my soft and billowy bed with pillows everywhere. I kissed him from sternum to pubis and back up again. He had the most incredibly rich and smooth skin. I ran my hands along the lengths of him and gave him a horizontal lap dance. Teasing him with licks and caresses and slipping him in between by breasts before  moving up to kiss him all over again and put the weight of my body on his bare chest . He took a nipple to his mouth and his tongue felt like warm wet velvet. He’s so soft everywhere….well not everywhere. While he kissed my nipples I pressed my right thigh up again his rigidness and massaged it in circles, then moved down, again slowly kissing to lick just the head. Then just the shaft…then draw it into my mouth a little. Then all the way. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and I knew he was too.

Passion built and crested and as he rested satiated I flipped him onto his stomach and rubbed down his skin from head to foot with the same Amber I was glowing from. I eased the spasms out of his shoulders and massaged downward, being careful to make sure and massage the buttocks. Lots of nerve endings there. He looked so peaceful, laying there on my bed with his eyes shut, mouth parted just a little. I touched and kissed him everywhere, even making sure to massage the soles of his feet and the palms of his hands. I felt so sexual and ritualistic .Something primal and wild and lustful was in me. I imagined with the ancient music and flame light we could have been any two people, in any period of time long forgotten or even never recorded

I’ve seen them before. The extreme cycling freak ,furiously pedaling uphill while yelling back insults at his wife, who is clearly exhausted as she lags 10 feet behind. I felt sorry for her. People who are extreme fitness freaks are also usually extreme control freaks, and I could imagine the miserable existence she laboriously pedaled her way through.

Then this morning I was in my front lawn in my long white gown watering the gardens. I love to wear this sheer gown and walk around near nude in the fog that rolls in off the morning lake. There really is no one to see me, and I derive much pleasure from being naked in nature.

I finished watering the flower bed and stood spraying my feet down with the hose and heard the familiar sound of the cyclist’s bike gritting through the dirt and rocks that are my road. Who rides bikes out here? I was incensed he was invading my morning thought and unity with nature. I didn’t bother leaving or becoming nervous or trying to cover myself. I stood there unashamed, my bare feet planted firmly on MY ground. I kept my eyes on my plants and slowly raised them as they passed. His legs were shaved and he had every cycling accessory imaginable. His blonde burdened wife was once again behind him, exhausted trying to pedal through a rut in the dirt and he turned to say “pedal through ,faster”  He then caught my eye and i smiled a slow smile, letting the smirk of it and the light in my jade eyes transfer to him exactly what I felt. He jerked his head forward and I wondered if he even controlled the fucking. I looked at the blonde and imagined saving her from him, and some good lesbian sex, maybe in the water. Maybe at sunset, or sunrise or both. Nature is so alluring and sexual; I need to make video shorts to show you. Even the water spurting from erect garden hose is erotic; I imagine a close up frame of it, with seductive piano music in the background. But mostly I’m going to show you my sexuality in all of this nature. The possibilities are endless.

It’s so humid here. In the summers here I feel like I can’t breathe, like I’m in Florida Beach. To avoid getting all sweaty I don’t wear bra or underwear, just tank tops and shorts or long skirts with no panties, they are so contrastive on humid days. I’ve ditched all of my flat sandals for Italian high heel sandals this summer, so I guess going around without bra and underwear in heels makes me the epitome of what I am. Ha. NO one can tell, usually.

One point in my life when I lived in San Diego me and my best friend / roommate would wear matching summer dresses every day, just of different colors, yet with no panties. We were younger then and more privy to act silly and daring in public, and when we would go to Wal-Mart all dolled up, we would take turns flipping up the back of each other’s dresses , which were very short baby doll style ones then, all elastic around the top. I would scream at her, then when she forgot and was looking at makeup i would flip hers for revenge and then there we were, two dumb but hot girls running chasing each other through Wal-Mart, a gang of stock boys following us, trying to pretend to look busy. We also went to Basha’s supermarket in Tucson and did but this weekly and the checkout boy would say, “How much $ you have today girls?” We would say 100$ and even knowing we had at least 200$ worth of expensive food we couldn’t afford and he would make sure and keep it under a 100, making faces as he fake checked things and threw them in the basket. We were mere dancers then and spent everything we made quickly so we were expert at flirting. We had men of all ages from all over doing all of our favors. A clerk from Circle K that lived next door would sneak in our very spacious too expensive house in the middle of the night and stock our fridge with stolen beer, then go home across the street. Guys brought us weed already cleaned and rolled up, they painted our toenails even would kiss each other for us if we asked them. It’s good to be independent now but to think back on all of that feels me with a certain ping inside I don’t know. I think its remorse for the past which you cannot relive again. The past is gone. We will never go to a gay cowboy bar together again and kiss each other as we danced and watched all the gay cowboys in Hillcrest CA in leather dancing with each other and grabbing asses. We will never take baths again together every day and have a dream of a double toilet so we could even sit side by side and pee.

Another instance: we were trying to sneak something over the border of Tijuana, tucked deep inside our chochones, but instead of parking and walking across the border for some idiotic reason we drove across on accident and our car was pulled over to be searched with k-9 unit as we exited Mexico. Knowing the dogs would leap at our crotches for our illegal bounty we smoothly slip out of the car, me spreading a road map wide on the hood, seemingly disinterested in the border guys but sweating bullets inside, and bent far over looking at the map, exposing the bottom of both butt cheeks turned to the officers. A new meaning to turn the other cheek ha! Nikki bent over from the other end of the hood, exposing a lot of cleavage and then we asked as they put dogs through the car and came up clean  …”We’re lost  …which road should we take?” Instantly we had about 6 eager Mexican border patrol standing real close, pointing out short cuts and smiling…looking. Needless to say we made it home safely with our bounty, which is something i would never do now. We got pulled over in the desert going to circle K once and we were sooo high.  Wearing bikini tops and shorts, our stripper thongs exposed over the hip and above the shorts. We didn’t have plates on the car but thought we could sneak in and out. A cop stopped us, and when he came to question us neither of us could quit laughing, partly because we were really high and dumb little girls, or partly because the cop stunned us by actually being very hot and young. “What’s so funny girls, where ya going?” With this question from him more giggles. “We’re going to circle K to get a lime” was all Nikki could think of and i thought, oh boy, but by now the cop is chuckling a bit.”What are you getting a lime for?” said hot cop. Nervous and stupid we both sang out in unison “Tequila” which is probably the dumbest answer we could have given. The cop, laughing, said “uh, I’m going to turn and look that way for about 5 minutes  …when i look up i hope you’ve got your lime and parked the truck at home.”
We did just that.

Creativity has been bursting from me. It gushes out in every form. I have erected a fence I made out of metal trampoline legs painted purple to compliment my lawn and flower garden. It’s truly a awesome piece. I’ve made curtains and afghans and throws, stitching my every thought into them. Paintings and glass art and a Virgin Mary piece. The neighbor Annabella might give me oil painting lessons. I am enthralled by the prospect. I have surrounded myself with art, and finally it has encompassed me.

But I will be coming to visit the city of infinite wind June 1st – 3 rd. I will be at a private incall in the nw burbs and available to friends and a few exclusive gentlemen. I am offering a spectacular deal on an enhanced session, as well as another one. This trip these are the only two packages I am able to offer. I truly suggest the 4 hands massage!

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My friend is : Italian and of Italian passion. Busty and curvy in all of the right places, her well proportioned goddess body is accompanied by two large brown eyes, and a beautiful pearly smile. A beautiful woman, a fine wine, ripened, robust.

I am : cute sassy, quirky and tan, 38dd…oh wait you already know me

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