"If love is a glimpse of heaven then I am right. The nakedness of a woman is the essence of god and her body is the gate to heaven." ~ Blackie (my inspiration for this erotic tale)
I dreamt last night of a small cottage at the base of a monstrous mountain whose very peak was hidden in an unbounded sea of clouds. I slept peacefully inside the cottage tucked between two satin sheets with my brunette hair sprawled across the pillow waiting for the sun to arouse me. The morning rays slowly emerged through the window stirring me to life. Without thought I slid my legs to the side of the bed starting my morning ritual.
A few steps from the bed I felt a sudden emptiness, a tug on my soul pulling me another direction then the one I was headed. I glanced back to see what sensation pulled at me to find on the bed the shell of my image still lying upon the those satin sheets. Without giving it another thought the monstrous mountain outside the window beacon to me and I felt it's life pull me toward it. Forgetting my body my only desire now was to explore the mountain, to reach its peak and see what alluring power was summoning me.
With the very clothes I slept in I set off on this adventure, set in my mind nothing would keep me from reaching the top. At first the journey was simple a walk through a meadow, a rocky path and cluster of trees were my only obstacles. As the climb advanced so did the difficulty. The cool breeze stilled and then became a wind of great magnitude, the chill in the air bite harshly at my bare skin and the rocks became much larger. Nothing deterred me from the path I had set for myself and upward I went seeking the captivating sensation that drew me to such an obscure place.
The peak of the mountain was a steep cliff with finger holds that burned with a coldness I endured through with agonizing pain. The pain was intense and yet, I kept to my goal. Above me I could see the faint glow growing and it only encouraged me to press forward quickly. As I came upon the ledge I slipped my arm up to have a better view of what had me enticed to take such a perilous venture.
Much to my surprise I found the glow radiated from a woman who was sprawled upon a cushioned couch of elegance. She lay there, naked and contently bored. The fine curves of her body were attractive but that was not what attracted me to her. She stretched and smiled at me as I pulled myself up onto the peak of the mountain, her home, which was made of white marble and tall pillars that were adored with sheer curtains. I could not bare to take my eyes off her beauty in fear she would vanish. She sat most delicately on the edge of her couch and with her feet crossed as she spoke to me.
"Many don't take the most difficult journey to seek after me." Her voice rang out. I was speechless, struck with awe at how exquisite her aurora was, it was that which attracted me. Her beauty was spell-binding and had captivated my body imprisoning it to her command.
I found my way to my feet and suddenly felt embarrassed by my attire. I had only one desire, to climb the mountain and because of that I had forgotten to change. Even at that I was dirty, sweaty and tired. I quickly clenched my arms trying desperately to cover myself ashamed of standing before such greatness. I let out a small whimper of discomfort. And for the first time I had the urge to return the way I came and glanced down the cliff's edge wondering if I should return.
