Neck of the woods

Another young man, possibly a local whose spotted us and cleansed himself recently for the enjoyment of more saliva on skin, kneels on the grounded sleeping bag in front of you with his dick dangling warm and rising under your lips, the tested male scent you inhale, peeling back some skin, beginning to overcome the excitement of the erection lunging at your body with cozy warm oral juice, rounding the lips all the way to his balls, sensing the electrification of your nipples, you begin to enter the cleansing cycle of double penetration as I rub into you from behind.

He:

Right now for me you are the woman I want to climb under the sheets with. Not any person. The woman. The human that turns me into a weapon of passion potions. Not because I see your cosmic naked self (although my dick always does) but because you are unusually bright. I dont know any Brazilians personally other than occasional Capoeira or football on the streets of Toronto. I feel compelled to continue getting to know you by the fact that your sexual nature is mature game. You are a culturally vibrant person, into big and small.

You're a mysterious messenger, have you been trained in some clairvoyancy? I ask because your words contain information I work with, charged sexual entanglements - I have shamanic training and use this form of guidance with respect to upper, middle and lower realms. But right now I need to express everything by this straight male method of gratitude for maintaining an arousing womanly presence, that which instinctively continues "people-ing" the planet. I want to fuck you mindlessly.

Time frames earth.

Tucked in from behind you now, as you lay in halfdream, I suck on your earlobe gently until my cock grows against your panties, you fantasize about Man, I about Woman, then I lose it and don't care anymore that I'm going to wake you up fully now, aggressively and quickly pounding you from behind on the way to satisfying just this need to cum and squirt deeply into you, full act.

She:

I have so much to learn! Your view of sex as a transcendental act, something that goes beyond the level of pure hydraulics that most people reach. Sex as an open metaphysical door to the possibility of a 3D synesthesia that unites body, mind and spirit. A psychedelic immersion done in partnership with each other. This type of sex is better than drugs - but just for the few! Your cum in my pussy like a spark of an insight: you soaking me inside brings me closer to the water that bathes us now: we dove into a pool; water dissolving our sweat and heat, cradling tired muscles. I embrace you with my whole self and thank you for the chance for having raised together sex as art, sacred as it should be - from now on, we'll have something new tattooed on bodies and souls. You are right: usually we do our personal journeys alone, but from time to time we have a chance to grow up with someone, even if encounters are not for a lifetime. As we dry under the sun lying side by side, I caress your skin bristling with cold, the arteries pulsing visible in the relaxed flesh. My hands travel over your entire body. Yes, time to leave for work. Our weeks in this shack went so fast! Have you ever wondered how about doing this all over again one day? Wow, that'd be amazing... I go out, yet you stay with me, in thoughts and inside my guts.