Here is a fantasy. Put yourself into it. Become the subject, the “I”. See if you like it:


My sex. In the open and open. The sky is warm. The air is warm. There is just a hint of a breeze.

A hand. Two fingers. One on each side of my lips. They press down firmly and squeeze gently. Just enough that my lips plump up and flush slightly. I pulse. Moisture comes.

Another finger. This ones dips just slightly into the warm fluid appearing at the opening to my body. A lovely lubricant. Wet, now, the finger gently spreads the moisture over my plump lips, sliding deliciously, teasing sensations to life. My clitoris responds, hardening under the slick touch.

Then, a tongue. Teasing. Flicking gently. Tasting.

A mouth. Two different sorts of lips join the fun. They cover my clitoris with their warmth and suck. Gently at first, then more purposefully. My sex erupts in a wave of tingling sensations. The circumference of my sexual entrance awakens and pulses.

Noticing, the tongue accepts the invitation and slides inside me. Discovering the depths within. My buttocks tighten and my hips move to get more of that lovely feeling. The tongue inside me. Moving soft and warm and slick and pliable. Those lips, continuing to suck.

The sensations build.

Then, the fingers reappear. The tongue has work to do on the outside. Tasting, licking, flicking, tickling, caressing. They take its place inside of me. First one, then two. Moving in and out. Pressing against my contracting muscles. Searching for that knot of nerves that brings so much pleasure.

The combination of sensations converge to bring me to beautiful orgasm and release. The waves of pleasure wash over me and I breathe.

My own hand, then, moves to that warm place between my legs where the pulsing is subsiding, and I smile. Satiated.

It is warm and sunny. I am lying in the open, my body naked under the lovely warmth. The world around me is open and my most intimate parts are too. My legs are comfortably spread and my sex is exposed to everything. I can feel the hint of a breeze touch my skin. My nipples contract and my skin comes alive. The sensation travels down my body, waking my senses.

My sex responds to the tickling sensation of the wind in my pubic hair. It is freeing to be lying here like this, naked under the naked sky. Natural and open as nature made me. I can hear the sounds of the world around me. Not human sounds, natural sounds. The trees, the grass, the leaves, the birds. Simple, easy sounds. Relaxing sounds.

I concentrate of the feel of my skin. It takes a moment for me to relax into the situation. I am naked. There are no walls around me. My sex responds to the thought. A pulse. A warming. A moistening. My skin prickles and I have to move, readjusting myself. I lick my lips. I draw my knees up a little more and reach down to open the folds of my sex. I like the feel of the open air. Just there. On that skin that it rarely touches. I run my hand over those sweet-feeling places. Just enough to remember how alive they are and how much they like attention of many kinds.

I let my knees fall all the way open and stretch my arms above my head, arching my back and stretching my skin, eyes closed, loving the feel of my naked body. My hands go to my breasts, caressing them, lifting them, fondling them. I play with my nipples, running them through the spaces in between my fingers. Rubbing them gently against the palms of my hands. They respond and the response makes me smile.

I slowly roll over and let the sky caress the back of my body. I shake my head, enjoying the feel of my hair against my naked skin, warm from the sunlight, moved every now and then by the air. I lie heavily upon the ground, letting my warm skin soak up the cool of the earth underneath me. It is a new and awakening experience. The tickle of the grass on my breasts. The cool ground kissing my nipples, my belly, my thighs. As I let the sun warm my back, I lift up my hips, enjoying the feel of the sun on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs, feeling the air kiss their skin, too.

As I do, I can feel that air on my sex again. This time it is different, as my legs are pressed together. The folds of my sex are squeezed sweetly, pressing out from underneath my buttocks and between my legs, like a pair of lips looking for a kiss. The hint of wind obliges.

Feeling my body respond more strongly to the wind’s kiss, and not wanting to waste such affection, I reach down and begin my own caress.

He asked her to let him eat food off of her body and she laughed. The sheer cliché of it made her giggle and start to refuse. But he persisted. Wanting to please her lover, and figuring some foreplay was better than none, she acquiesced. New games were always fun.

He got the shaker of powdered sugar from the pantry, took her hand, and led her to the living room.

Standing there, he lifted her arm and, looking her in the eye, he sprinkled a light dusting of sugar on her wrist. Then, he tasted it. The sensation surprised her. Startled, she looked at him. He met her gaze and the corner of his mouth moved just slightly.

He let go of her wrist. Gently, he undressed her and tossed her clothes into the corner. Smiling a quirky and enticingly knowing smile, he kissed and guided her to the floor.

When she was lying down, he knelt beside her and picked up the jar. He touched her breast, smiled at her again and sprinkled sugar on it. When he put his mouth over her nipple and began to taste the sugar away, she gasped. It was like no sensation she had ever experienced. It was nothing like she expected. This was not licking. It was not kissing. It was eating. Not in a chewing sort of way, but in a full-mouthed, hungry and gently devouring way.

There was something about the action of his mouth tasting and consuming real food. He had kissed her body before, but this was different. The presence of the sugar made it different, and feeling that on her body took her totally by surprise. His lips covering the decorated area. His tongue, attracted to the sweetness it found there. The combination of that action with his mouth’s natural production of saliva and the need to swallow something pleasant could not be faked. He was enjoying this as much as she was. He was consuming the sugar on her skin, as well as the natural taste of her.

He sprinkled more of the sugar. This time on her stomach, working his way down her body. As his mouth left one area, his hands found it, continuing his work of arousing her. When he came to the fork in her body where her legs met her sex, he parted them and sprinkled the soft white powder on her inner thighs. Having him eat the sugar from that sensitive area, having his lips and tongue work tantalizingly on her flesh, there, was its own level of sweet. His tongue explored the creases in her flesh, his lips pressing into it, making sure there was no powder left.

Then, as he knelt between her thighs, he looked up at her. Her face was flushed with the pleasure evoked from his ministrations. His was intense with the pleasure that comes from pleasing a lover. He did not sugar her sex. That needed no sweetness. He simply bent to his feast and began…



It is still early. I am not quite awake. I am deep in my blankets and my lover lies beside me. The bed feels full and warm. Encompassing. I know that he is awake, but lying still out of consideration for me. Lazily, I send out my hand, fumbling slowly within the blankets to find him. When I do touch him, his flesh is warm. His answer to my touch is to move closer. He moves slowly, but with purpose. He answers my touch with a deep kiss. His lips are full and soft and determined in the mellow waking of the day. His tongue fills my mouth and I have no choice but to answer his kiss or be uncomfortably overtaken by it. I answer willingly. He pulls himself toward me. The bed and blankets around me are like a cocoon and his body becomes a part of that embrace. He continues his kiss. Purposeful in his tasting. His arms come around me, strong and thick, themselves. His hands on my skin are firm. The only clothes impeding his movements are the bedclothes. I like sleeping in my own skin, exposing it to the touch of my blankets. Now my skin is exposed to his. His hands move over it, waking it. Then, he is on top of me, coming into position in a rolling way that allows our moving bodies to retain the snugness of the well-slept in bed. Our arms are wrapped around each other. Mine, around his shoulders and back. His under my shoulders, with his hands cupping my head, better to force his kisses upon my yielding mouth. Then, he is in between my legs, and then, he is inside me. We are deep in our bed and it is clear that his intention is to be deep inside me. There is no need for preamble. I am ready, startled by and deliciously accepting of this morning advance. We are close. There is no gap between our bodies. He is heavy on top of me and I am wrapped around him. Our coupling does not last long, but it does not need to. It is complete in its fullness. Two bodies thick with morning and sleep, made one in warmth and intensity. As our bodies respond to the movement and stimulation, they thicken as well. I can feel his penis becoming harder and more engorged as he moves inside of me. His breath thickens, his face buried against my neck. I can feel the muscles of my vagina thicken to squeeze him tighter, and my legs do the same. My clitoris responds, engorging and hardening in its own way as his body rubs against it. As we climax, our bodies stiffen and tighten, the solidity of our embrace reflecting the intensity of the orgasm we experience as we cry out together and greet the day.

I have a new lover.

It is a beginning. The beginning of a relationship is such an exciting time. Everything is new. Everything is unexplored. Everything is a surprise. It is so with us.

Just thinking about our time together ignites all my senses and blocks out the rest of the world.

My mind is full of questions and anticipations. Anticipation is such a powerful aphrodisiac, and I am in a constant state of anticipation. I am surprised I have not lit everyone around me on fire. That is how sensually charged I feel.

Think of the last time you had a new lover….

Can I just reach out and touch, or should I ask permission?

What will he smell like when I get close enough to really inhale his scent? I love the smell of a man. Forget colognes or soaps. I want to smell skin. What will his passion smell like? His patience? His ecstasy?

What will his voice sound like when we are so close that the softest of whispers will reach my ears? What will he say to me when we are that close? Will I be capable of responding with words, or will my body take over?

Once, he asked me if he could kiss me. No one had ever asked me that before. That simple question sealed the deal. Yes.

What will his kiss feel like? Taste like? There are kisses and then there are kisses. There are kisses that occur in the light, and then there are kisses that happen in the dark. Kisses that lead to…

What will he look like when his body is bare before me? What intimate details have his clothes hidden? How vulnerable will I feel when I am exposed before him? What will it feel like to have his eyes upon me? Just thinking about those new eyes on me makes me blush and tingle and smile.

What will his skin feel like? Soft or firm? Smooth or rough? Cool or warm? What will his hands feel like on my skin? Light or heavy? Gentle or demanding? Shy or certain?

Time to go. He is here…