CHAPTER ONE
They hadn't met yet, but they both understood nature. Not in an intellectual sense, although conversations would be super abundant and rich with language describing their own truths about nature, but in an innate and a feeling sense. You know what is meant, when you've finally got time to just be, in the moment, and enjoy somewhere naturally beautiful - it feels a certain way and makes a marked positive impact on the person who is in that moment, in that place. While each persons experience of nature is different, it is a good influence on ones psyche, body, mind and emotions. It's essential for the soul. It's rejuvenating and can be peaceful.
Both of them lived in the forest, the man having been there for many years, and the woman for a couple of years now.
They probably lived about 35kms apart, and each of their "territories" were massive, and in fact they overlapped without them knowing it. There were no boundaries here on their earth. Like a god and a goddess, they lived their lives, creating what they wanted, sharing abundantly with others when they chanced across other people or communities, and living life of simple luxury. They both were untouched by sex, yet each of them were veracious in their sexuality, sensuality and ability to be fully sexual creatures. Yes, it was rather unique.
The man wandered around the forest, naked and alone but not lost or lonely. He was feeling a sense of purpose and destiny today. An inner yearning was present and had loomed since the day of his birth, a great knowing and a simple truth - the only way back home to his eternal essence was through human love, intimate, unmitigated, sensual and open love of another. He rested from his exploration beneath a large tree and began to breathe deeply and slowly, shifting his energy from the external world to his internal one. The feeling of purpose he was experiencing had him excited, and as his erotic nature stepped forward his cock began to lengthen. He stood beneath this tree and practiced moving his sexual energy through his body.
He stroked over his body much like he would want to with a woman, his cock lengthening more. His fingers went around his chest, teasing his nipples. Moistening his finger with his saliva, he softly put his fingers on his nipples which sent sensation straight to his groin. He cock thickened as it kept hardening. His hands wandered over his body, his waist, his outer thighs, inner thighs, arousing himself until he slid his cock into his hand. His cock pulsed with heat and excitement. The foreskin moving up and down over his glands, his cock head a deep red purple of lust and desire. He was close, and the pleasure he was feeling in his cock, and his body was intensely erotic. His orgasm approached and he let his hand drop to his side and leaned back against the tree breathing deeply into his abdomen. His orgasm washed through him up towards his heart and head and feelings of a great love and gratitude emoted through him. Sighing heavily, he breathed out and then in again, the sexual surge building and rising upwards again. As it entered his heart he emitted a groan, and when it touched his head his eyes rolled back, his cock jumping and jerking, muscles quivering, his whole body spasmed in joyful passion.
Continuing to breathe, his cock slowly softened as the feelings washed across his body and mind and gave him a sense of rejuvenation and fulfilment.
Looking at his cock, it began to harden again for yet another time, and this time he used his opposite hand to grasp it lightly. Squeezing and stroking ever so slowly and softly, his cock became like iron in a few seconds, the sexual passion swiftly rising again. His feet planted in the moist soil of the earth beneath the tree, his legs spread, balls swinging free in the air against his hand and thighs, his sperm rose frantically, the moment of inevitability peaked. He released his throbbing penis as it swung down and then up with a fluid rigid strength, clenched his pelvic diaphragm, took a deep breathe and willed the pulsing feeling of man cum to rise inside his body instead of spraying externally in a temporary relief of spent tension. He lay on the ground, breathing deeply, tranquil, yet awake and refreshed, using his sexual energy to nourish and nurture his body. His penis remained hard for a while, slowly ebbing and throbbing as his energy dissipated into his organs.
He enjoyed making love to himself. Bringing a hand to his chest, he softly and sensually stroked his chest, finding his erotic spots quickly, on the side of his chest, and in the middle through his chest hair. Feelings of arousal moved across his skin towards his groin. There was a slight lengthening of his penis. Moving his fingers around his aeroli, his cock began thickening and then his finger very softly landed on his nipples sending an erotic shock into his cock which continued to thicken. As his cock thickened that feeling in itself made him harden quicker, and pushing his nipples caused a deep inner feeling of wanting to cum. His cock pulsed and slapped his tummy. He bent his knees and planted his feet on the ground, his back in the soil, the sun shining directly on him. Lifting is pelvis up, he began to massage his inner thighs, stroking deeply and firmly at the base of his balls, into his perineum, slowly, firmly and gently applying an erotic massage to his groin. His penis yearned for touch, his touch, the touch of the air, or the rain, and found the sun's heat on his shaft.
If he wanted to he could continue this cycle for a long time, gaining a rigid rod of hardness rapidly and either choosing to maintain his arousal or allowing it to soften. He orgasms, but doesn't ejaculate, and he hadn't ejaculated for some years now. Yet, he had not yet found a partner with which he could venture into the realms of sexual and spiritual delight. The heat of a woman beats many a man, and he was ever hopeful that that day would come when he could learn to cultivate creative impulses as a partnership. He had learned to balance his strong surging penetrative masculine with his caring, nurturing, receptive feminine, and lovemaking was enough on his own in nature. He moved from the shade of the tree into the sun, and fell into a meditative doze.
The woman was spending her day today harvesting fruits and ensuring piles of dead wood were ready for collection for the fire. Living alone at such a young age had done wonders for her health, her body and mind. Coming from a hectic paced life in the city, the wooded area near a stream was a sanctuary for her healing she had done. She placed the berries, oranges and pears on the outdoor kitchen counter, and decided she needed a shower. She didn't need to strip off any clothes, as she wore none. Walking down the soft gravel path to the small waterfall, her soles loved the feeling of the earth beneath her. She never got tired of soil, stones, gravel and grass beneath her feet. Sometimes she found it erotic, as she did today. She stood still for a moment, sinking her weight into her legs, grounding her feet into the sand at the pools edge, feeling the sand slightly pull her further in. Her feet were spread wide, her shaved pudenda and vagina already glistening with moisture as her hands began to move.
She danced standing still, sensual movements much like a bamboo field in a strong breeze, swaying at the hips, arms spiralling slowly, wrists twisting and turning, her fingers feeling the fresh air slide across them. A cool bubble of a breeze moved over her, and her nipples reached outwards asking for more. The winds fingers tweaked her breasts and she gasped with pleasure letting her hand fall down onto her hip and begin caressing and stroking her white supple flesh. Her other hand gently brushed her sides and the sides of her breasts, not touching her nipples, but moving towards and away and around the puckering areolas, her nipples straining for her touch. Her other hand wandered around to her bum cheeks, the gentle touch arousing her quickly and she had to squeeze and massage her arse. She ran a finger through her crack, massaging around the sacrum down to the coccyx, and then lower. A fine tuned massage reaching every tendon, muscle and bone towards her anus, around her anus, onto her perineum. Her index finger slid between her vaginal lips from behind, slightly penetrating her hole dipping into the wetness gathering and flowing in her vaginal tunnel. Her finger slid back, lubricating her anus, massage right over the opening, pushing in with pressure. Her pussy clenched, her nipples hardened even more and her heart beat faster. Her other hand moved to her clitoris, caressing it with a wet finger very lightly and very fast. It felt like butterfly wings flapping over her engorged clit. Pulsations of pleasure rippled through her body, from her clit into her vagina and anus, expanding outwards towards her very skin.
She stopped dancing and much like the man, planted her feet into the soil in a shady area back from the pool, her shower could wait. She sunk down onto her knees, bum to a tree the bark feeling sensual against her moistening hole, knees in cool comfortable soil. With her left hand holding onto a root nearby, her right hand went to her hanging breast and began to gently fold them and massage them, stopping and with feather light touches caressing her mounds of breast flesh. She went from one to the other, ceaselessly bringing her arousal higher and higher. The tree trunk started getting wet from resting against her pussy, the bark roughly moving over her outer and inner lips as she ground her body against the trunk. Her right hand, slowed its rubbing, and moved onto the areole, teasing her nipple into a tighter more painful stiffness.
At last she touched her left nipple right on the tip, and began rolling it softly with an ever increasing pressure. Her pussy spasmed with delight, spirting a little juice against the tree. She felt full and fulfilled and content. She lay on her back and breathed the sexuality of the moment into her body, aligning herself with the emotions and feelings of the energy of lust. As she relaxed fully, she began clenching her abdominal and pelvic muscles, clench and relax, clench and relax in rhythm to her breathing in and out. Her arousal quickly rose, her pussy pulsing with desire and fluids, the feeling of orgasm beginning to ripple outward from her genitals. She reached behind her head and grabbed the root, bending her body upwards as she wanted more pressure. Her fingers of one hand began flicking and stroking her clit, then plunging deeply inside her pussy. The waves of pleasure surged, and her body rippled and writhed with ecstasy of the lovemaking that was happening. She collapsed on the earth, and just breathed with it. She had never made love to or been made love to by a man, or a woman, but she knew she would be meeting her other soon. The day of marriage was approaching. And yet she didn't need another to complete her, she was united within, both masculine and feminine energies well balanced even if it did take some inner work.
