A Beautiful Cum

I love the moonlight, and I always sleep with my curtains wide open. I have a bedroom which, owing to the design of our home, has windows to two sides of it. The direction these windows face allows moonlight to stream in. 

I lay there, bathed in the silvery glow of our sister satellite, and gazed through the window. This arid, airless ball has traversed the heavens for millions of years, and has seen life come and go on the planet it orbits. It has seen civilisations rise and fall. It saw the construction of the pyramids, and the fall of Troy. It saw Pompei disappear beneath a volcanic eruption, and it saw the impact of the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. The romance of the moon has long fascinated me. 

And it has seen me too. Light from our mother moon has bathed my naked body as I walked in our grounds at night. The ancients called it being “sky-clad”, and that’s how it makes me feel. It is almost as if I can feel the diaphanous strands of moonlight on my skin. 

It is too cold to venture outdoors tonight, but I have some windows open, and my room is, while warmer than outdoors, cold. The cold air struggles with the underfloor heating and my body is caressed by alternate air current of warm and biting cold. My nipples are erect...painfully so. 

The moon is right at the end of my bed now, so I lift my feet close to my bum and let my knees spread wide, opening my vagina to her silvery light. I want to take this light inside me. I want it to bathe my cervix. So I have to hold myself open. Oh, not merely my lips, my lovelies. No. I have to insert a finger from either side and pull until I feel a little rush of air that tells me I am open. 

My clit pulses, but not in its usual demand for attention. Tonight, I don’t feel horny, I feel sexual. There’s a difference. Miss Brain doesn’t supply me with any pornographic image or scenario. She doesn’t even remind me of details of the stupendous fuck I had only days ago. Instead, she supplies me with fleeting images of people who I love. Mum, dad, Alison, close friends. Each face fills me with unspeakable love. 

And each face makes me bless them with the benediction of my womb. (Yes, I’ve borrowed this phrase from another writer, but it’s beautiful.) My love for them flows from my secret place and runs uninhibited onto my duvet.

I stare again at Mistress Moon. She has watched me masturbate to orgasm lying in our orchard. She has heard me cry out in pleasure. Now, she bathes me with her eternal love as I think of those I shall love eternally. 

My clit is pulsing so hard now. It feels like every heartbeat causes her to swell almost to the point of pain. The faces of those I love speed up before my eyes, and as I flit from one to another, I seem to want them all close.....all inside me where I can keep them safe and warm. 

The moonlight seems to be physically touching me now. My breasts are so taught, that they hurt as well. I realise that I have been pulling my vagina ever wider u til my fingers are hard up against my pelvic bones either side of my opening. Still my clit remains untouched. 

Oh, the faces! Each one sends a pang of love through me. I want to hug them all. I want to be one with them all. I want them to hold me, touch me, be inside me. 

And from nowhere an orgasm rolls over me. I feel my own contractions through my fingers. I haven’t touched my clit, and I haven’t even finger fucked myself. This is pure mind over matter. The orgasm builds and builds, I am alive and alert to every change in my room, the ambiance of the lighting, the Eddie’s of the air currents.

And still it builds deep between my legs. Eventually, I cry out. The sound explodes from me into the still night air and the orgasm rolls away into the distance taking a part of me with it. 

I lay still, too afraid to break the sacred moment. Briefly, I try to unpick what just happened, but I get lost quickly and give up. Have I really just cum thinking of my mum, my dad, my sister, and a number of close, close friends having sex with me? No! Definitely

 Not that! 

But my love for them......now that’s something else. I know how much they love me, and my involuntary orgasm was me returning that love. 

The orgasm itself felt so different. It’s almost impossible to describe, but it felt.....warm. It wasn’t an urge to cum, a desperate need to climax. It was merely me giving them something of my very essence. 

As I realise that I am returning to the here and now, I also realise that I have been somewhere else spiritually. Now, I am aware of the coolness of the room. The duvet beneath me is wet. My fingers ache from the sustained pressure of holding myself open. My vagina feels the impression of my fingers.

I roll sideways, and get up. Closing the windows, and throwing a dry duvet on my bed takes seconds, and soon I am cocooned in warmth. Still naked, and still oozing more than a little, I let sleep carry me off into it’s warm embrace.