Summary
The "O" series is tasteful, gentle, soft, artistic erotica unlike anything you have read. There's no sex, yet it is completely sensual and erotic. They are the internal personal growth stories of women, who during unexpected dramatic events, experience an uninduced, spontaneous orgasm from their struggles' culmination in a moment of extreme emotional intensity. If you can't imagine an orgasm that goes on for pages, a blend of art, deep emotion, reflection, and the most erotic experience of a woman's life (and maybe yours), you are in for a treat.
Naked in the Grass is the story of Kate, a young jogger running alone through a desolate park on a rainy, pre-dawn morning. Struggling with never having found her true self, and with nobody around for miles, she decides to break norms and run around barefoot in the wet grass for a minute. When she feels the complete primal freedom of the experience, she craves more. The beauty of the falling rain and an unusually stark moment of life clarity and presence tempt her desire to try running around nude for just a few seconds for the freeing experience of knowing that her whole life isn't a sheltered illusion. What happens next becomes the most thrilling and erotic moment of her life.
This is the first of the "O" series by author Stellan Emrys Wild, and is exceptionally erotic and emotional. Enjoy this beautiful, sensual story of Kate's exciting adventure, filled with twists, turns, and intensity. Many after first reading this may find themselves enveloped in the experience, unable to think about anything else other than imagining if this had happened to them, and what the meaning would be in their own lives. There's no sex, no men, and the focus is on a woman's internal experience naked in the rain. Themes include desire for personal freedom, loss of control, finding meaning in life, longing, adventure, thrill, emotional struggle, fear, risk of being caught, threats to dignity, striving to overcome adversity, and an intellectual woman's harrowing struggle against aspects of her own unconscious in sensual, primal nature.
Naked in the Grass
By Stellan Emrys Wild
Every other day, before the crack of dawn, she would already be out jogging. She often ran 5-8 miles out of town, past the parks, past the golf courses, down past the open space preserves, and past the endless deserted fields and lakes on public lands. She hated going there on weekends because she would occasionally see hikers out that far. But never on weekdays, certainly not this early in the morning, certainly not in the current light drizzle. She knew she'd have the forest and endless empty fields all to herself.
The landscape was beautiful; rolling hills, a variety of green trees spreading up into the hills, and plants and bushes of all sorts scattered throughout. The smell of the fresh air, the greenery, and pristine series of lakes would take anyone with a soul on a journey. You only remember how much you miss that smell when you're blessed by it. The spirit is not that cruel to let you remember and long for it otherwise.
Kate loved the rain, which felt like mist on her sweaty face as she ran. She was sentimental about rain, and she pondered her life as she ran through it.
She could never could fully, intellectually grasp who she was, and could never define herself. Yes, a nerd. Yes, a bookworm. Yes, sentimental, nostalgic, sensitive to the beautiful things in life. But somehow, that left her alone, usually sitting inside reading, journaling, and contemplating who she would become one day, when she'd figured it all out. Her ambitions never answered her deeper questions. She was only a book store employee now because she loved to read, and considered herself a "sales librarian." She knew one day though, she would make something momentous of herself. Her intellectual interests and sense of morality owed some contribution to the world, even if she didn't know exactly what yet. The questions about who she was went beyond the philosophical, to even the spiritual, and seemed to go on forever.
The raindrops sporadically fell, cool through her sweat-soaked spandex, a matching grey top and bottom. This was her favorite suit to go running in, as it was skintight and breezy. It felt amazing, and even more magnificent when it rained. The raindrops were gently felt through her skintight clothes, one drop at a time, slowly melting through to her warm skin, giving her a delightful sensation all over her body as she ran. The contrast as she got really sweaty felt fantastic, not cold at all, but refreshing and exhilarating.
There was the barest hint of light in the cloud-filled dark gray night sky this early morning as she ran past several lakes and fields and onto the distant, endless grassy lakes and fields where nobody ventures. She was in bliss, running down curved paths all alone, free to enjoy endless fields of grass and miles of meadows by lakesides all to herself. She pretended the world is hers as she enjoyed her runner's high, the feeling of her own body's movement and healthy natural energy. Not another soul around for miles. The only sound, occasionally ducks quacking in the distance or birds high above and invisible in the sky.
As she embraced her runner's high enjoyment, after a few miles, her thoughts wandered even further than her run. She continued to ponder her life, her accomplishments, her goals, her challenges, her setbacks, and the meanings of them all. The reflection commonly paused with all of her fundamental questions about who she was and who she was becoming. She wondered whether she would fulfil her life as she imagined, or whether she would somehow stray. She wondered if her endless goal searching had gotten her distracted from what was truly important.
Finding the right guy and settling down was proving a bit challenging also. She was a deep, soulful introvert, and finding a guy to match her in her complexities wasn't going great at this point. Maybe she was being overly ambitious, expecting a guy to know what she was thinking and feeling and to share in those thoughts with her. Most of her dates hardly even read a book, she chuckled to herself. Maybe she needed to do more soul-searching to decide what happy middle she might accept: perhaps a nice cozy place with someone genuine and intelligent.
As she ran, she noticed the grass in the fields by the lake was taller, seemingly having not been mowed in weeks. The grass still smelled delightful, and the rain reminded her of the cleanest and purest smells of nature; fresh long grass, lilacs, daffodils, and willow trees over fresh lake water. She remembered a childhood vacation morning, and how excited she had been about her future.
While some puddles accumulated, she avoided them skillfully, and then playfully. As her dancing about them continued and progressed, she daydreamed about the wet grass areas she ran past. Like something from within a dream, the entire scene seemed surreal: the green of the grass and trees, the dark grey sky, the grey fog and mist blending it all together. It looked like a painting done with a fat brush and without a lot of detail.
She looked ahead, and the fields of grass went on endlessly, one after the other, with occasional willow trees and random bushes near the lakes. As she continued to think about the pristine grass, the dream-like scene started feeling like it was inviting her to do something a little dream-like to match.
The thought occurred to her: what would it be like to run barefoot in this never-ending, perfect, long, soft wet grass? Though she had never run barefoot out here before, it increasingly beckoned her. It was an unusual thought, but why not?
She toyed with the idea. The grass was clean and perfect. She had already finished a descent run. The place was deserted. Why not do something a little different and fun this morning? She wanted to know if it would make her feel as good as she imagined it would.
What the heck. She decided to do something a little unusual and enjoy a more memorable morning. Maybe to try to escape from the norm, maybe to jog a new path of thinking. Maybe there was solution to figure herself out in the grass.
She stopped by a large bush and peeled off her socks and shoes. The cool air immediately hit her feet with a surprising refreshment. She tucked her socks and shoes out of sight by a bush, even though nobody would come by, certainly not a shoe thief in these parts. Then, she stepped onto the untouched wet grass for the first time with one foot, then another. The blades of grass still had individual droplets of water stuck to them, each and every one. The coolness and wetness felt so incredibly welcome, like a blessing of a thousand droplets with nowhere else to go, just waiting for her. Predestined. The wet grass made her feet feel free, as if all the carpets and floors in her whole life had been a lie.
Her barefoot steps made squishing sounds as they pressed down on the cold water-soaked wet grass, delightful compared to the rest of her overheated body. The grass was better than she expected, like a cool shower on a hot day. Real. Forbidden. Carefree. In fact, something she hasn't felt in a long time due to the life stresses of her busy and complex world. This was a good idea.
She immediately took off running. She almost wanted to scream out loud, as a big smile unintentionally grew across her face. Her feet felt at one with the tall, cushiony wet grass, as each step is met with a delightful wet crunch. Her toes grip the grass, and it feels natural, primal. She's loving it, running in circles, back and forth, the smile solidifying on her face.
