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Sun Goddess

Sun Goddess

    I sink into a soft bed of grass while a warm breeze caresses my bare breasts. I feel the touch of the Goddess upon my tingling skin. Sunlight fills in the space between my legs and softly blesses my flower of womanhood with golden nourishment from the sky.
    My head rests upon a patch of leaves as my eyes gaze through the valley between my upraised knees. The newborn sun, just peeking through the trees, becomes fire obliterating my eyes till all that’s left is heat and flame.
    Flitting across my ears I hear the sound of feet treading lightly, crunching leaves. I flex my body like a cat and twist my hips till my derriere is upturned toward sky. My nipples are lightly grazed by a patch of grass. My back tingles with impressions left from the grassy forest floor. The crunching sounds grow closer. I feel so blissful I am beyond care. I stretch my fingers and toes to feel the moist earth as I clutch moist dirt in my hands. The rich earthy scent of dirt and moss fills me with primal hunger.
    Suddenly a soft finger traces the crease of my rear and leaves a path of pleasure across my warm derriere. The finger moves south till it presses against my flower gently separating petals to sink into my inner sanctum. Like a priestess who blesses me with her touch the fingers so delicate, are unmistakably a woman’s. I lie still with not a care that a stranger has entered my private place. Her touch is so delicious I can’t resist.
    Suddenly her hands abandon me; only to fall like warm milk upon my posterior. Her pats alternate upon my cheeks with growing intensity, till my bottom tingles with this sensuous love play. My posterior muscles flex with delight as she paddles me with firm hands. My blushing bottom is on fire. She knows now that I am ready. She seems to know my body as her own.
    Her hands grasp my upturned hips pulling my submissive body so easily over onto my back. I gaze up at her mesmerized. She emerges like a glowing goddess she boldly steps over my prostrate body. She spreads her legs and stands bestride me like a colossus. I stare up at her dew dappled petals pink and full. She looks down at her captured prize.
She knows now that I am ready.
   Recognition dawns like the rising sun. She is my own friend from time immemorial since the misty fairytale days of our long lost childhood; through my tormented adolescence; to my blossoming womanhood. Her name spills melodically from my lips, “Sara, ohhh Sara.” A sigh blows from my parted lips.
    Sara, my Goddess is cloaked in sun rays. Her face glows like the sun itself. Tiny pearl anklets are draped across her ankles. A rose vine tattoo illuminates her inner thighs, its green leaves and roses twine inward, disappearing into the red forest of her sex. Her flaming crimson hair drapes across her shoulders in a forest of curls. She is the personification of the earth mother come to bless me with her tenderness.
     I resume my obeisance by kneeling while my body is on fire with lustrous heat. I raise my bottom in sacrificial form. Falling to my knees my derriere is upturned with my face pressed down into the grass. My arms stick out front with my palms pressed to earth. She crouches behind me and grips my hips with her hands.  
    Her warm tongue traces the crease of my ass. Arcing downward toward my ecstasy she reaches my swollen flower. She presses into the layers of my female mystery with her the essence of womanly divinity.
    Her fingers delve into my folds leaving me with no alternative but to melt into her sun. My intimate vessel overflows with pleasure. Her fingertips gingerly press my bud as it grows into ripened fullness. My fruit bursts with ripe juice and blossoms into the little death. My sex is a smoking coal which crackles with burning embers.  My female musk wafts through the air and is a delicious perfume of animal scent. My love juice falls across her mouth and drips onto mother earth.
    Afterward she holds me in embrace. She tells me she will always be there even when the seasons pass into the winter and when the rose fades in the late afternoon.
Written by goldenmyst
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