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Infinite Depth

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If you look hard, you can find it. That moment of absolute stillness and awareness that you are joined inextricably to the wonders of nature. I lay on my back in my garden staring into the infinite depth of the sky. The soft drowzy hum of the first insects of summer lulled me into subconsciousness. I felt so attuned to the world and the cool turf on my back had bestowed a gentle kiss of early morning dew through my clothes.

I took a deep breath and my body presses itself against the herbage and the earth kisses me again. I cannot place the moment in time when my tranquility became something more; something different. It happened as fleetingly as the kiss of a butterflies wings. Far away I heard the frenetic tapping of a woodpecker and somewhere in the shrubbery the gentle cooing of a dove. My hand drifted unbidden by any conscious thought to my naked thighs and carressed them gently.

In response, again unbidden, my legs gently parted. A new sensation now as the crispness of the morning knelt at the altar of my sex and offered a cool kiss in suplication. My fingers responded tracking down the damp material and pausing in sensual genuflection at my hardening clit. The t-shirt in which I had slept was now wet through on my back and under normal circumstances, I would have felt chilled. This time, however, each new sensation had an eroticism to it that was taking me forward on a journey that was both exhilarating and frightening.

I had no perception of time or space. A dull ache in each hip testified to how wide apart my legs had become and the material of my panties was pulled taught against my sex that was making her own supplication to the sun. My fingers found the elastic of the leg and had soon passed beneath to the swollen folds. There was a sudden need to be exposed; to be totally at one with the infinite depth above me. My left hand pulled the sodden material to one side and there, with my nakedness exposed to the world my vagina wept her love for me onto my fingers.

The pace quickened and sharp stabs of light speared my soul. Two fingers began a journey to the center of my being while my thumb engaged in a dance macabre with my clit. My back arched and the sky above me split into a myriad of shapes and colours. A primal sound burst from deep within my throat as my orgasm exploded through me. My shoulders, now the only thing apart from my feet in contact with the earth stung with the coldness of the grass, yet even that was mother earth helping me higher and higher. The orgasm would not end and pulse after pulse rippled through me until I was spent.

I lay there for how long? I don't know. My legs were spread, my blue panties almost black with wetness at the crotch. Eventually, my breathing relaxed but deep between my legs another urge was making itself felt. It seemed natural to relax, to just let go. I lay on mother earth and returned to her the wetness she had given me, as I peed into my panties and into the grass.



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