Friendly_Grower
Well-Known Member
@Mr. Green Pants
This one works for my wet dreams.
I'll set the scene for my fantasy.
I am exploring a tropical paradise. I'm following a path through lush foliage.
I smell the scent of incense lightly on the breeze.
I see an opening. In this open space is carved stone of ancient origin. I marvel at the craftsmanship and wonder who made these stone works.
I sense there is someone near and I turn.
This Goddess takes me by the hand and leads me to the water where she feeds me dates and grapes and bathes me.
The hours melt away and we walk along the beach under the full moon.
She and I make love and what was sand seems like floating on clouds.
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I wake to a chill breeze. It is late. She has gone.
I follow a path by the light of distant torches.
I arrive back to the water but these people I do not know and they have never seen me before.
I ask where my Goddess has gone and no one knows of what Woman I speak of but they ask me to leave and I do.
I follow the path back and by the light of the moon. I see that stone works again and smell the faint scent of incense. I follow it into the lush growth.
It fades and I am alone. I wonder to myself if she was spirit or real.
I promise myself to come again to that ancient stone and maybe just maybe....
Now that is the end of the story
That one works for me. How about you?
This one works for my wet dreams.
I'll set the scene for my fantasy.
I am exploring a tropical paradise. I'm following a path through lush foliage.
I smell the scent of incense lightly on the breeze.
I see an opening. In this open space is carved stone of ancient origin. I marvel at the craftsmanship and wonder who made these stone works.
I sense there is someone near and I turn.
This Goddess takes me by the hand and leads me to the water where she feeds me dates and grapes and bathes me.
The hours melt away and we walk along the beach under the full moon.
She and I make love and what was sand seems like floating on clouds.
------------------------------
I wake to a chill breeze. It is late. She has gone.
I follow a path by the light of distant torches.
I arrive back to the water but these people I do not know and they have never seen me before.
I ask where my Goddess has gone and no one knows of what Woman I speak of but they ask me to leave and I do.
I follow the path back and by the light of the moon. I see that stone works again and smell the faint scent of incense. I follow it into the lush growth.
It fades and I am alone. I wonder to myself if she was spirit or real.
I promise myself to come again to that ancient stone and maybe just maybe....
Now that is the end of the story
That one works for me. How about you?
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