Earthy in the fields

One of nature's greatest perfections is when the cock naturally knows its way towards the pussy, gliding without effort, as if guided by pheromones and moisture.

She:

It simply knows where it will arrive, like a delicious homecoming - I'm home. You don't have to hold it by hand; it comes in and rubs me inside just like you're doing. I love it, and it makes me think - after all, it's been nice not to be gone, and to be well taken care of by you holding me tight around the waist, while I kiss the girl, I smell her skin around the neck, and massage her tender breasts. And I realize that even without your cock inside me, it feels good to feel my pussy throbbing and weighing between my thighs, thinking about your hunger, and the game is sbout me seeing how far you hold your inner turmoil, before exploding in a bulky cum, made as a gift for me. I am so excited by the fluency of our ballet, that I ask the girl to lay you on your back, ride on your cock, still slippery from my excited vagina . That is my favorite position, and my greatest joy would be to be able to watch you being mounted by her like this, while I touch my pussy and play with me. Would you do that for me?

He:

I admire you for sharing what you know turns you on in the body, mind, spirit, that's hot. Both when you were cumming down my face earlier in spurts of trickles, and now, as you watch me being mounted and appreciate another woman's needs, we both respect that. Makes me wanna go out for dinner with you later.

She:

The girl went out and left us a note: she said it seemed funny the fact we're like two spoiled kids who devoured themselves as desserts before dinner . So we're relaxed, connected, within the same flow, after all the shared fluids and mutual exploration. It's hot and fun the way we prepare anything just with the leftovers from the fridge and creativity. While we work as a team, sometimes I can't resist grabbing your cock and your butt nonchalantly, while looking for something in the drawer. Or when I feel a hard volume touching my ass when you pass behind. I can't help thinking about your manliness, your attitude, your seek for pleasure with intelligence.

Eating is an excuse for me to dive into your eyes to reach your soul, like those Japanese women who dive in search of pearls, in one single breath. To know your stories, who you are, what turns you on: your pearls. But we run the risk of not finishing the job, because our desire to touch our naked bodies increases and our needs must be fulfilled again. Like a long and intimate kiss, one that makes my pussy get wet, swollen and warm.

Or ... we can go out to dinner: well dressed, we pretend it's our first date and we are nervous, but in fact we laugh together: because what's sexy is not following mating rules. It’s up to you ;)

BTW, yes, for me it’s so much lighter to be transparent, instead of getting tangled up in fog and games .

He:

Mmm, a warm hearty soup we make and it fills the sticky sex air with even hotter aromas of cooked veggies and spices.

The vagina is a sacred home to cum juice inside, your temple which, if you allow, I can help treasure by merely being present as a man, a young man, as I have much to go and learn, from you, from life, from other women and men, by the fact that your vagina is also your face, the face of the earth, as much as it is the soles of your feet, there is no separation between your pussy and the skin of your entire body, the epigenetic brain, it's not even divided from your subconscious sensations of feminine creation. At some point as people, and especially with your responsibility to yourself, you may tell me or another man that you wish for this cum to fill the deepest contours of your inside for them starchildren. You are every woman but you are the one for me at this time and if that was to ever happen.

What would continue is the need to grow together, sometimes alone, in fulfilling, serving what needs to be done today.

I come up to you and cup your tits from below, towards the nipples, and they return to perky as you wander down the garden, and we must go do some work now, our sweat on eachother is sticky in places and a notice to other sexual humans that we fuck hard but respect the other stuff of life around us which we deal with now.

That other girl who was with us tells one of her friends about you and this wonderfuck comes over to your bunk tonight just for an hour of this between you two, then she wanders off again.