DorkFace's Blog

I awoke into a dream where I spent some time alone in the forest without people or animals to keep me company. Free from judgement. I relax against a tree and feel the breeze tickling me. I look down to discover that I am nude. The grass is my bed, the tree roots my pillows, the breeze my blanket. I touch the softness of the grass, palms searching around the crevices of the cool dirt and the sudden warmth of flesh as my fingers run along my torso. The grass is wet.

My fingertips trail up my hipbones and along my ribs, caressing my nipple as i reach for my clavicle. A deep inhale of cool air, and my hand trails slowly down toward my stomach. A bellybutton discourses my wandering hand as my other finds my thigh. I get goosebumps. My hands are wet with the dew of the grass.

I challenge the surface tension of my skin by grabbing the warm soft fat around the inside of my legs. Another deep inhale. Both of my hands trail to the insides to feel the hot center of my body. I am alone. Slowly rubbing at first, paying careful attention to the hairline of my labia as i stroke my clit and tenderly lick the corner of my lips. I push my fingers down the sides of my skin, holding myself open and slowly plunging my fingers in. The warmth and silkiness of my insides feels so lovely and shocks me. A shiver runs along my body and as I breathe out I wonder if the steam of my breath resembles the heat escaping from wet silk of my body.

I want more. I want more inside of me, both for the relaxing electric feelings of pinpointed touches inflicted upon myself, and also for the sexy heat that warms my fingers. I shove another inside. The width of the new finger feels intense, as I switch from tender strokes to firm jerks. Sunbeams float through the trees, resting on my cheeks and breasts. The heat of the soft sunbeams are not comparable to the heat of smooth, thick liquids that are building along my fingers and dripping down my knuckles.

Another inhale, and another, becoming more rhythmic with the beat of my heart, and the motion of my hand. My clitoris is on fire with pleasure, my hand moves from rubbing it to smashing it down into the bone. The intense pressure of my stimulated clitoris. The heat of my labia, slick with my own cum that is traveling down my crevasses, down my knuckles, and dripping off of my ass onto the grass. The coolness of the earth underneath my body. The concentrated heat of the sunbeams across my neck and hips. The breeze that tickles the wet dew of the grass, and the tender skin of my nipples.

I grab for the earth with my toes and my hand, as my fingers deep inside find their way to my cervix. I rub around the muscle with its' flesh thick and hard, flicking the hot silky opening and throwing my head back in pleasure. My sudden orgasm lurches my torso forward, and forces a relieved squeal from between my clenched teeth. Sitting upright, i smell the sweet scent of my cum which now covers my hands and the insides of my legs. I open my eyes and retract my hand to watch the white strands of silk drip from my fingers onto my breasts and stomach. I slowly stick one of the fingers in my mouth, and taste the salty strands that have cooled from the wind.

I wake up to my alarm. It is 7:04 a.m and it is raining outside. I reach down to touch the elastic rim of my sweat pants, and slowly, thoughtfully, reach inside.