Sensual Storytelling

It is already midday, and the sun’s rays rush naughtily into the room, from behind the curtains. Even they know that I should have woken up by now. The branches of the tree in front of the window lace traces of the sun on my face in happy dances. I cover my eyes and let myself be bathed in the sweetness of morning sleep. The caressing heat of the bedding keeps me captive. I want to stay nestled here; it soothes my endless longing. I stretch my legs and gracefully walk them from one side of the bed to the other, caressing my hair and placing it around my shoulders, like a silk scarf. I arch my lower back. I stroll through myself, I caress myself, I reveal myself.

As if out of nowhere, the memory of my dream began to flow through me in trembling waves. Images scroll without interruption, charming, hot, encompassing. My legs are shaking and my breasts are full of desire. My body vibrates and my silky thighs rise, opening the path to a hidden temple. The scent of the woman who made love to me in my dream gushes from my yoni, over the lips. The trail of her kisses lingers on my hardened nipples. My ripe lips keep the heat of her mouth. Her body, wet and hot, on top of me, appears before my eyes. Her sweetness pours into me. I move my fingers to my flushed face, and in the corner of my mouth I find a drop of nectar: Is it a dream or reality?

When I get up, I need to go to the stable to give hay and flowers to the mother-goats. I will sing to them, extolling the love that flutters in my heart, and bring fresh water from the fountain for them and I to drink.
If the fawns let me, I will take some frothy milk from their mothers to drink too. My lover in the dream was like a fawn. She playfully crawled under me and caressed the hard, pink flowers of my breasts with her soft lips. She would catch them between her lips and the tip of her tongue and play with them like a baby.

Amaltheia also fed Zeus, so I’ll go as well. But not yet. The sun seems to have risen earlier than usual today, and no sound can be heard from my mother’s room – she must be sleeping still…