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This is my space to invent and share my stories.
I have always dealt with intense sexual desire as long as I can remember
We are all here looking and wondering what if anything may be discovered that would offer answers to questions we ask ourselves, touching each other using words alone.
So what is the voice within us seeking, what Is it searching for? Does it simply need to be heard? Is it asking someone to lay with, hold , fuck, make love to? Does it want the body it inhabits to experience feelings and sensations that spring from deeper fantasies? Tie me up, blind fold me , hurt me, heal me but most importantly open me up to myself. Will you, can you do this for me and I will try and do the same for you.
Because when it is all said and done, we are all just walking with the wind.
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A Maiden In the Mountains Part 5
Posted:Jan 25, 2022 2:43 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2022 3:51 pm
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A Maiden In the Mountains Part 5


The sexual energy of our youth is a mixture of so many emotions.
We are beginning to explore a world which ultimately can lead to an entire new world and all the responsibilities connected to it.
Yet we are still really masquerading as adults through them.
Finding or setting limits are extremely difficult when experiencing the overwhelming power of passion and desire hat is so much a part of intimate sexual encounters.
I never really want that feeling to end when I am making love to a woman.
We respond to cues and directions that our partners share and which we share as well.
Can I touch you here? Do you like how this feels? What do you want me to do? Would you do this for me?

My hands found their way her top and even with the cold water rushing over us, her breasts felt .
She did not resist and leaned away from closing her eyes.
I gently rubbed her nipples.
I looked her lovely with her eyes closed and the water dripping down from her head on to her eye lashes and then her mouth.
I brought one of my hands down to her stomach and as I began to slip it into her underwear she opened her eyes and reached down and held it from going any further.
She looked at and smiled and pushed back in to the pool of water.
She dove in and we swam together as if involved some sort of mating ritual.
In fact looking back upon it, that is exactly what it was.
We were both getting pretty cold and without saying any thing we swam back to the shore.
She climbed out onto a rock that was exposed to the sun and sat on it, leaning back with her arms as support.
Letting the bright sun and air her body.
I wanted to lay with her on the soft ground and make love to her but her resistance earlier told that I would know when and if she wanted to, if at all.
I looked up at the and saw the clear signs of the approaching storm with the signature anvil shaped top above the cumulonimbus clouds piling up beneath it.
I knew I did not have a lot of time so I grabbed my boots and put them on.
I went over to my pack and threw it over my shoulders and walked into the woods.
I found a suitable location There were some large rocks protecting one side and two pine trees in front of them.
I paced off the distance between two low hanging branches and set to find A straight branch long enough to place between them.
This would become the foundation for my lean-to.
Once the branch was in place, I opened my sheet of plastic and rolled it around the branch several times to secure it.
I draped the plastic backward from there and pulled it taught at one corner, folding the corner edge several times, I poked a hole in it with my knife and used a smaller piece of a tree branch to create a tent peg. I did this again several times creating the covered space beneath it.
The was exposed to and shielded by the rocks in front.
The tree branches hung over as well which added some protection from wind and rain that might find its way there.
I quickly cut some smaller branches of pine off neighboring trees and rested them against the lentos' back side supported at the top by the branch I installed between the two trees and the ground where I could stick the other end a few inches into the earth.
I gathered some rocks to make a small fire pit and as I was making it she came up to wear I was working.
Whats going on, she said.
I didnt up and said a storm is coming.
She looked up and said It is? How do you know?
Lots of signs. But I need your help. Gather some dry wood for a fire and put it in here this corner of the lean-to. Get some smaller and then some larger pieces as well.
I finished making the place for a fire.
I stepped back and examined my work. Everything looked good and secure.
I thought for a minute and then grabbed the pack I brought of my pack and using a piece of rope I tied to it so I could put it in the cold stream water.
Then I heard the first small rumble. It was soft and gentle sounding, not threatening at all. There was just the slightest movement in the air.
The air had that sweet ozone smell of approaching rain in the summer.
I came back up to the lean-to and she had gathered a nice pile of wood.
She smiled at me and said, This is so amazing what else can I do?
Use my poncho and pile it up with dry pine needles, spread them on the ground inside the lean-to.
The second rumble. This time noticeably louder but still a hint of what was to come.
A slightly stronger breeze blew into the pine trees branches farther above.
The sunlight was quickly dimming as well.
I asked her if she had all her things and she said she had to go back down to the stream and get them.
I looked at her and said. Hurry.
I gathered my things as well and put them deeper into the back end of the lean-to wear the space was not of any use.
I went around to the outside and quickly dug a small trench that would lead any water away from the lean-to and that would hopefully keep the ground dry inside.
There was another gust of wind pretty strong this time. Then it just stopped. She was just coming toward me. I looked into her eyes and then it there was a blinding flash and a huge crack of thunder.
She almost jumped of her skin. She was still holding her boots and her underwear but I grabbed her hand and the pack she just dropped and brought her into the lean- to.
The wind became ferocious but it was all above us and around us the rock wall was great protection and perfectly located given the direction it was coming from.
Another blinding flash of light and almost instantaneous crash of thunder. It rolled over us and echoed many times. She grabbed my arm and was shaking .
I put my arm around her and said Dont worry I got cha.
She looked into my eyes for assurance. They were the eyes of a and all of the innocence that represented inside the body of a woman just beginning to blossom.
The storm was fierce but lasted for about twenty minutes before it walked off into the valleys and peaks along its path.
It kept yelling and echoing as it went.
I knew that there may be more storms ahead but where they and when would remain a mystery.
The rain had been heavy but short lived. I checked the edges the inside of the lean-to and accept for a couple of small inconsequential spots it remained bone dry.
My shorts were still wet however.
I said I am going to have to change of my shorts.
I dug into my pack for my jeans I turned my back to her and removed my shorts. I was bare skinned underneath them. I wasnt shy about being nude in front of her but she mostly looked the other way, mostly.
I pulled on my jeans and put on my T shirt.
I took the pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I was going to have one but then I saw the joints I put there. Looked back at her and said, Would you like to smoke a joint with ?
She smiled broadly and said Yes please.
It was not quite dark yet. There was the softest reddish glow in the we couldnt see from the setting sun.
There continued to be the occasional flashing of distant lightening and the rumble of thunder, but now it had become a calming voice filled with power and yet serene the same time. The voice of a God talking to his good Earth.
We smoked and talked quietly, getting to know deeper levels of each other.
I said I am going to go get a beer from the stream bed. She looked me and said What?
I laughed and said, I had a pack in my pack and I put it in the water to make it cold while you were gathering wood. Do you want one?
She looked around for a second and not wanting to be left alone in the dark she saidI will come with you. I had my flashlight and held her hand as I lead the way..
When we broke of the woods there was still a more twilight yet.
The was orange and there were distant flashes of light making it change colors.
It was surreal and amazing. I pulled on the rope and brought the beer up from the water. They were very cold, perfect.
I asked her if she would like to follow the trail and climb up to the top of the waterfall and sit there for awhile.
She shook her head enthusiastically.
I handed her the flashlight and grabbed the beer and let her lead the way.
When we got to the top we were able to see over the trees and the distant mountains were being lit up briefly flashes of lightening.
We sat down and I relit the joint. I took two beers from the pack and handed one to her.
We sat in silence just taking it all in. The , the distant thunder, the way the clouds would part briefly exposing the stars above them.
The world is filled with magic and we miss so much of it as we ignore its source in favor of all the nonsense we fill our space in time with.
I moved behind her and let her lean against my chest. She put her hands on my knees.
I stroked her hair and then I put my arms on her shoulders with my hands loosely draping past her chest.
She was wearing a long warmer long sleeve shirt she had brought but nothing underneath it.
She was wearing he shorts but I know she had not put her underwear back on yet.
After a while she let herself slide a further down and her head was resting on my abdomen.
My hands followed her and rested on her shoulders.
She took them in hers and placed them inside her shirt holding them there.
Then she unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her breasts letting her hands find my legs she rubbed them gently.
I took my cue and began to gently rub her breasts with both my hands.
We were both getting more excited,
She began to move her body my hands and let some sounds expressing her pleasure.
Then she turned her body around and was up on her knees looking .
Her eyes were soft and filled with desire, they seemed to change color becoming more intense.
She reached up and began kissing me on the mouth.
She stopped and grabbed my T shirt and began to remove it. I took over and finished the job. She stopped and looked my chest and began to touch it.
Her breasts were inches away and my hands found them again.
She began kissing my chest and found my nipples with her lips
Then she looked down and saw the bulge my jeans.
She reached down and placed her hand on top of it and rubbed it up and down.
Her body was moving in time with her hand.
She grabbed my belt with both hands and loosened it quickly and opened them front of my jeans
My erection was still somewhat restricted by them. She didnt set it free, but instead brought her head down to it and using just her lips she glide over it up and down several times.
I reached down to try and stop her but she would not let me.
She took it into her hand and pulled it of my jeans and into her mouth and just as she began to come down on it a second time I could not hold back the force any longer
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A Maiden In the Mountains Part 4
Posted:Jan 22, 2022 2:39 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2022 8:00 am
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Continued from Part 3

A Maiden In the Mountains Part 4
Continued from Part 3

A Maiden In the Mountains Part 4


It always seems as though there is a randomness to our memories.
They come and go like clouds drifting through our minds, taking shape and then either evaporating or reassembling themselves into another shape, or another time.
They may be triggered by events or emotions which somehow attach themselves to those images, calling them up from the darkness where they lay, hidden from our consciousness until they are once again exposed. Much like old photographs inside folders where we placed them, we hold them in our hands or let linger as we turn the pages.

I tied the dampened scarf around her neck and we both stood up to continue our climb.
She retied her pony tail and put on her Yankees baseball cap.
I asked her how much further would it be until we reached the waterfall.
She said we were about half way there.
We had been hiking for about forty five minutes. The air had begun to change and it became heavier, very still and more humid.
That indicated a front may be coming through and that could also mean thunderstorms.
Thunderstorms are spectacular in the mountains. You are almost in the clouds as it is.
The lightening is more brilliant and the voice of the thunder so much louder and rolls through them repeating over and over again, echoing off of distant faces like the mountains are talking to each other, becoming softer as it trails off as yet another roar just begins.
There are things other than a compass, matches and poncho witch are always in my pac
I keep a collapsable bow saw, large hunting knife and a sheet of plastic folded into a very compact size. I also have essential first aid material. as well as a hand held fishing line rigged in such a way as to not need a pole to use it.
My thoughts were about preparation for the unexpected need that may present itself at any time.
We continued climbing the rocks assisting each other as we went.
After a time I began to hear the faint sound of water moving over rocks to my right, which told me the trail getting closer to the stream bed.
We did not converse much as we hiked as it is important to attention to what you are doing.
A sprained ankle or even a fracture can mean a great deal more in this environment.
I also prefer silence when I am hiking. There is enough noise in the world, filling our heads with a cacophony of nonsense from a myriad of sources and all the chatter created by the machinery of daily existence, keeping us from finding any inner peace or serenity.
All at once the rocks became a soft woodland trail passing through a dense forest of tall pine and hemlock trees. Their smell is an intoxication for the senses.
She walked in front of me and I was engrossed by the grace of her movements the sensuousness of how a woman so unconsciously draws a man to her through them.
Another way nature moves us toward each other with desire to touch and share our bodies for pleasure and also to reproduce which is natures most important goal.
She took off her cap and put it on my head then she set her hair free from the confining pony tail and shook her head rubbing her hands through it in assistance.
The sound of rushing water became much louder as the trail opened out next to the stream, where a larger pool created over time by the waterfall now bathed in light a short distance away.
The softness of water had carved its way through solid rock proving ultimately, that true power in our lives comes from patience, finding your place in the stream and purpose.
The light so dim in the woods had now become full and bright, being at this higher elevation meant there would be a couple more hours of daylight as well.
We were both sweating from the climb in the hot humid air.
I had not forgotten about the possibility of approaching storms.
She found a nearby rock and sat down and hastily removed her boots and socks. She looked at me smiling brightly and then she walked out into the shallow water at the streams edge.
She turned to look at me again and so I removed my boots as well and went to her.
We both stood at all the beauty around us and without looking at me her hand found mine.
We held each others hand feeling that energy that passed between them and then as if at once we both turned to each other and embraced.
I felt her breast against my body.I think she must have felt my erection as well because as I drew her closer she pressed herself harder against it.
We kissed each other over and over again.
I didnt think I could get any hotter but I wrong.
We stopped kissing and looked into each others eyes and there a deep connection between us.
She looked at my chest and reached out and began touching my shirt tugging at it playfully saying Do you want to go swimming? as she looked up into my eyes with desire.
I said we will get our clothes all wet.
She said in a playful shyness,We dont have to.
I looked at her and said I am up for that if you are.
She didnt hesitate and removed he shorts. She wearing very delicate almost completely see through lace underwear.
She looked up again perhaps unsure of how I might react.
I touched her shoulders and let my hands move down her arms until stopping on her hips.
You are so beautiful., all I could manage to say.
She laughed playfully and walked out and dove into the deeper water of the pond.
I removed my shirt but not my shorts and followed her.
The mountain stream intensely cold in comparison to the air.
She swam toward the water fall and I followed her.
When she got close enough she climbed out and up to the base of the waterfall leaning against the rock ledge behind it, she let the water cascade over her body.
Her top again soaking wet clinging to her breasts, her nipples so hard and erect from the cold water.
I climbed out when I reached where she was as well. I found my footing and leaned against her kissing her while my hands began exploring her body as the water rushed over us both.
The roaring sound filed our ears but somehow I still heard a voice calling out from somewhere within it saying, Yes, live your lives, feel each others bodies, hold each other as close as you can. This is your time and this is your moment.

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A Maiden In The Mountains Part 3
Posted:Jan 20, 2022 10:56 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2022 10:04 am
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Continued From Part 2

A Maiden In the Mountains Part 3



Even as a leaf changes color in the fall it still contains all the memory of its days in summers sunlight.
Releasing them in those moments before it must surely let go of the security and force of life the tree once offered it so freely.
Those feelings of anticipation and desire that can sometimes be so illusive and become dull or blunted as we become older.
The memory of holding hands, or a first kiss, or the first time two bodies held each other naked in the moonlight as the warm breath of summer whispered into our ears like a prayer, saying, Yes, you are alive. Yes you can feel and touch and laugh and open your heart to all the pleasure, and the pain, the joy and the sorrow that surely will follow.

I walked toward the trail head to the waterfall.
My entire body was filled with the vibrations of having encountered such a beautiful young woman.
That sense of knowing something before you actually know it.
The innocence in her eyes, the childlike smile of the older woman who will always wear it.
The glow and energy of her body radiating out from its source in nature that will ultimately demand so much from it.
Claiming back all her gifts once her purpose has been achieved.
Childbirth and then old age will be the results of her hands as she takes those fragrant and delicate pedals and lays them back on top of her breast and this Earth.

I reached the trail head and decided I would wait there so she would not be alone in the woods which will be much darker at this time of day.
Light moves strangely in the Mountains.
The shadows created by them lengthen and retreat depending on what they expose to the light, standing like giants in its path.
I took a cigarette out and lit it as I walked off the path a short distance to sit on a large rock there.
The woods are filled with the subtle never ending bustle of small creatures scurrying around, going about the chores of their life. Chipmunks, mice, voles, snakes all part of that hidden world, unless we stop and take time to notice it.
Another quirk of the forest is how easily you can become just another part of ot by blending in by being still and silent. It can seem as if you can just disappear.
After a while I heard soft footsteps approaching.
She was walking briskly and with purpose.
Wearing shorts and a tube top, she had a long sleeve shirt tied around her waist by using its arms.
Her long hair pulled into a pony tail, covered only by a baseball cap with the New York Yankees logo printed on it.
She knew how to hike in these woods and wore wool socks and hiking boots suitable to the rough rocky terrain they would surely encounter.
A small day back hung off her shoulder.
I decided to be a little playful so I stayed off the trail and followed her from that vantage point.
I knew how to be quiet in the woods but human beings will always be the noisiest part of it, whenever moving inside of it.
At one point she stopped and looked directly at me because she obviously heard something. I stood motionless and so I just disappeared.
She turned and kept walking.
I walked at a faster pace and got a head of her enough to stand behind a tree trunk right on the trails edge.
Just as she came along side I stepped out and said Hey. Not loudly, but I knew I wouldnt need to it would have the desired affect
She jumped and let out her surprise with her voice.
Then she came up and punched me hard on my arm.
She was angry and so I came up and took both of her arms into my hands.
I looked into her eyes smiling and playfully said in an exaggerated way Im sorry making a face like a puppy asking for forgiveness. Then the mixture of her fear, anger and surprise melted away and became a smile.
Why did you do that? She asked.
I laughed and said, Because I could and now you owe me one.
She said Yes I do, and you will pay.
I was still holding her arms and for a brief second there was a slight feeling of awkwardness and she looked into my eyes as if she were waiting for something and so I kissed her on the mouth.
It is truly difficult to express in words what is a first kiss like when young lovers meet.
Centuries of sonnets and other forms of poetry, art and music have and continue to try and capture it in the retelling.
I wont attempt to compete with them here and now, but will only say, That if I could explain what a flower pedal feels from the touch of a drop of morning dew upon its lips. Or what a bird feels right at the very instant it becomes supported by only the thin air surrounding its wings, then I might begin to give it meaning.
Our lips parted and we felt both the attachment and the release it created at the very same time.
Our hands slipped as naturally as the dawn into each others and we began to hike up the trail.
We didnt say anything for a time and there was no need to because our bodies spoke to each other in that silence.
Perhaps there is a similarity in older people who have lived together and loved each other and experienced a lifetime of sharing it in that same way. Or maybe they are just tired. In reality it is most likely both.
Eventually we fell into the conversation of getting to know more about each others lives.
She was raised within the Jewish faith and I was brought up Catholic.
She lived in NYC I was from Upstate New York.
We were only two years apart in age.
It has always been a curiosity to me about how time and age are experienced through our lives.
When we are 10 years old a difference of two years seems like a long time. Even into our teenage years that can be true but that is where it begins to shift. When we are twenty five, five years or more doesnt seem to matter all that much. Then we reach Thirty or Forty and even ten years or more has little meaning but the it begins to change again. When we are 50 or 60 and beyond the numbers begin to matter once again. Sometimes but not always.
Life experience, physical changes weigh more heavily.
What attracts us matters as well.
Is it strictly physical in nature or when it is someones intellect and how they communicate that makes us feel that mysterious and undefinable attraction.
Yet like the invisible energy of magnets it can and does go both ways.
Men and women can still find each other in spite of that labyrinth of numbers, because they feel something in each other that calls to them and always will.
We reached a point on the trail where it became very rocky and steep. Finding footing became more difficult and laborious.
After a time we stopped and I handed her my canteen. We both drank. She let some of the water drip from the edges of her lips and I found that really sensual for some reason. She poured a little into her hand and wiped her face and forehead and slipped her hand down her neck.
She must have sensed me watching her and she looked at me smiling and passed the canteen back to me.
I took the bandana I was wearing off my head I poured some water on it and opened it to retie it around my neck.
This is a good trick because it will cool your blood as it travels past it closer to the surface at you neck and then throughout your body acting like an air conditioner inside your body.
The wrist is also a very good place to do this if someone becomes overheated for any reason.
She looked at me and asked what I was doing and so I explained it.
She had a scarf in her back so I prepared it for her as well and then I put it around her neck for her. I was sitting behind her and she was nestled between my legs with her back to me.
She leaned her head forward and held her hair way from her neck as I did it.
I began noticing everything about her. The way she spoke or laughed. The soft tiny hairs on the back of her neck. Its grace and small birth mark only I could see. They became a blueprint of her beauty in my mind.
Before I tied the damp scarf around it I blew air on her neck,
She scrunched her shoulders and said your giving me goosebumps.
I asked, Is that good or bad.?
She paused for a minute and said, I like goosebumps.
She turned slightly and looked at me smiling.
I then kissed her neck very gently several times letting my lips brush against it as I moved from spot to spot.
Her hands found my claves and she gripped them as I did so.
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A Maiden In The Mountains Part 2
Posted:Jan 16, 2022 7:35 am
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Continued from Part 1

A Maiden In the Mountains Part2


I watched her until she reached the shore and when she got out of the water she looked back at me and waved and gestured as if she blew me a kiss.
I was completely smitten.
When we are young, the energy of life will not be denied. It is constantly pushing and pulling us, beckoning us to unfold, to reach out and in some way we can touch it, acknowledge its power and express it in every possible way.
Unquestioningly, the most powerful force it has is to reveal, is that it must renew itself through us and everything it creates.
I stayed on the island a little while longer, thinking about her and what might come next.
Eventually I swam back to shore and returned to our campsite.
My friend was having a beer reading a book. He smiled at me and said Are you having fun? and handed me a lit joint.
I took it from him and inhaled deeply. Oh man you have no idea.
I had purchased a pound of grass before we left on the trip and I had brought half of it with me.
In those days it was much different than it is for young people now, in many ways.
The weed is way more powerful than it was then and for some reason it also seems more gentle as a result. Getting high just seemed less burdened by the social attitudes that seem to exist for young people today.
My friend and I sat and talked and enjoyed the afternoon together and after a while I decided to take a walk on one of the trails.
As I went through the campground on route to the trail head, I encountered the campsites along the dirt path, people going about their routines, running around laughing and playing. The smell of woodsmoke from small campfires as the heat from the day began to subside.
That is another aspect of the Mountains that I love, how the weather and temperature change, so that a hot day becomes a cool evening like a giant air conditioner had been turned on. When the stars finally appear they feel closer, brighter, and without all the light generated by a city, you see so many more of them as the milky way exposes herself.
Just as I was walking by the bathhouse, she appeared again carrying a towel and some things to use in the shower.
Her face lit up and I am sure mine did as well.
I said, Well this is a nice surprise do you need any help?
She blushed a laughed, No I think I can manage thank you. Where are you headed?
I am just in the mood for a hike to check out some of the woods.
She pointed at one of the signs to the trail head up ahead, That one leads to a waterfall not too far away its pretty secluded because its a steep climb to get to it. The forest is dense but then it opens up and you can see the sky.
Wow that sounds really cool thanks.
Do you want me to meet you there later? Her face was more serious and she seemed a little nervous as well.
It is going to start getting dark wont your parents object?
I will tell them I am going to hang out with some friends at another campsite, they wont care.
She looked into my eyes with anticipation. My body was going crazy inside with all the feelings and possibilities this all suggested to it.
Far out that sounds like a plan. I will grab a few things first and see you later.
She smiled and got very excited and then came up and kissed me on my cheek and then turned and headed toward the shower. She looked over her shoulder and smiled just before going inside.
I felt very excited and a little nervous as well but in a good way.
I went back to my campsite, my friend was tending a campfire he had started, Whats up man? he said
I am going to take a hike up to waterfall I heard about and hang out.
Cool I will come with you. and he turned to go into the tent.
I put my hand out and touched his shoulder I looked into his eyes smiling and said, Maybe next time.
It took him a second , then he understood. He laughed and said, You fucker how the hell did you manage that?
I said the Gods love me and shrugged my shoulders.
I grabbed my day pack and threw my denim jacket, a sweater and shirt into it. I was wearing shorts so I also wrapped a pair of jeans just in case as well. I paused to consider things looking around. I found my flashlight and put my knife on my belt. I made sure I had strike anywhere matches and a compass which was ubiquitous for me no matter how much I trusted a trail.
I wasnt necessarily worried about rain but thunderstorms occur often in the mountains with very little notice in the summer, so there is always a rain poncho in my pack.
I went outside and opened the cooler and grabbed a six pack of beer. I was just standing up to ask my friend if he had and before I could finish the sentence I turned and he was standing there holding two joints in his hand smiling.
Now thats a friend.
I took them and put them in my cigarette box in my T shirt pocket.
My friend and I clasped hands in the fashion of the time which started out as a normal handshake and then we slid you hands so it became a grip of your fingers together and then our index fingers pointed at each other just before we let go.
He lit another joint and took a hit and passed it to me, I took one as well. When I went to hand it back he said, Keep it brother. One for the road. and smiled. I smiled and pinched the fire off the head and put it in my cigarette pack.
Lastly I filled my canteen with water and attached it to my pack and headed out.
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A Maiden in the Mountains Part 1
Posted:Jan 15, 2022 10:45 am
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A Maiden in the Mountains
Part 1


It was a long time ago but it can still feel as if it were just yesterday.
That is how our lives float in time.
Our memories like the light from distant stars now long gone, sending their light as a living memory of their existence, endlessly traveling across the lonesome universe.
I embrace the light when it appears and once again see the vision that was created within it.
I was roaming through the mountains with a good friend.
The kind of journey that had no other purpose than to allow life to unfold without expectation.
Traveling in my car which I brought back to life by installing an engine purchased from a junk yard. A labor of youthful desire for the freedom it represented.
Those days were often filled with adventure and self discovery amplified by the energy of curiosity and desire for so many things.
I love the mountains in so many ways.
Watching the sky and clouds that crown their mighty heads as the sun moon and stars become the jewels that adorn them.
Drifting through the day on the road, stopping to explore a trail, make camp to rest, eat in a local diner to taste the flavor of the people who inhabit them.
It was getting later in the afternoon of a long lazy warm summer day .
We decided we would pull into a campground where we could catch a shower and take some time to explore from a central location that we could come back to without the need to set up and tear down the tent and gear.
We could swim in the lake and hike the trails that lead to unknown adventure and the beauty that always accompanied the path.
At one point my friend noticed something dripping from underneath the car.
Upon closer inspection I discovered it was coming from the gas tank.
That is a difficult and complicated repair when you are in a familiar town or city where you can access whats needed but here there are only small hamlets with minimal immediately available skills and materials.
We drove into town and pulled into a local garage and like every good adventure should be, there is no predicting what may happen.
The mechanic was a grey haired older man with a wily twinkle in his eye and something else that comes from a mans life experience that lives there when he raises a family and fights the good fight every day.
He took a look at us both with hair down to our shoulders worn denim jeans and bandanas on our heads.
In those days it could go either way quickly. Especially in more rural areas where progressive changes often moved more slowly.
Showing him all the respect do his age and experience and saying sir perhaps more often than required, he took a liking to us and after explaining the situation he put the car on his lift.
He was wearing a tee shirt spotted and smeared from his working hands, grease and oil and the toil associated with them.
He was perhaps moved by the knowledge that I understood many aspects of his work in as much as I installed the engine.
His shirt had the words Dirty Tee Shirt printed on it.
That kind of humour isnt wasted on me.
Ultimately he agrees to take on the challenge. He will get to it when he can as he points to the workload piled up in his parking lot.
I assure him I am just grateful he would even consider doing the work to help me out.
So my friend and I part company with him and take to the road in another familiar mode of transportation for both of us, hitchhiking, to get back to our campsite.
We walked most of the way as wary drivers avoided the prospect of dealing with whatever we may have represented in their minds which made us too risky a proposition.
As we were walking up the road into the campsite a beautiful young woman walked past me in the opposite direction.
We looked directly into each others eyes and we both acknowledged that something passed between us and we both smiled.
She was wearing very short cut off shorts and a loose shirt tied just bellow here very full and beautiful young breast.
She had long blond hair which flowed down over her shoulders.
I could tell she was perhaps a couple of years younger than I was.
She was with what I assumed were he family members at the time.
I looked at my friend who looked back with a broad grin on his face and we did not have to say anything else.
Later that day I decided to go down to the lake for a swim it was a hot muggy afternoon.
When the trail opened out to a small secluded edge of the lake.
I saw her again there as she was laying down on her back in the sun on what amounted to a small sandy beach area.
She acted coyly as if she didnt notice me, so I went into the water and swam out to a small island that you often see in mountain lakes some can be larger and even have cabins on them.
This one was just big enough to support a few trees with large rocks to give it more definition.
Once I arrived there I got out of the water and lay down on a large rock to feel the sun on my body.
I closed my eyes and let the sounds of nature envelop me. They are very subtle but once you start allowing them in they can become a symphony of sound played by bussing insects, the breeze mingling with chirping and a myriad of birdsong.
Suddenly I heard some gentle splashing and when I opened my eyes she was standing in front of me. She was wearing the same cut off jeans and a halter top which was now wet and almost transparent as it clung to her shapely figure.
I was mesmerized by her youthful beauty and her green eyes.
She asked me playfully Am I bothering you?
I said I dont think that is even possible and she smiled sweetly.
I am here with my family, we are up from the city for a couple of weeks on vacation and we have a camper.
Are you camping here?
Yes I am traveling around with my friend and my car broke down so its in town for repair, I am not sure how long it will take.
She continued to stand in front of me knowing she was driving me crazy in her wet shirt.
What do you like to do for fun she? asked with a little wink in her voice.
I said, I like to travel and have adventures and explore places I don't know well and meet new people along the way, and then I paused and looked at her with my most charming style said, Among other things.
She was young and so that may have scared her a little but she recovered quickly by saying playfully I am bored out of my mind here sometimes. My sister and I go into town when we can but there isnt much to do there.
I said, Yeah we dont usually y stay in one place more than a day or two.
By this time her shirt had dried out and she bent down and picked up a stone so that her breast would become visible to me through the shirt opening. She slowly looked up and looked into my eyes smiling knowing this farce had accomplished the task.
She said well I guess I better get back. Maybe we will see each other again.
I stood up and I was a little taller than she was so she looked up at me and I said I hope so.
Then she turned and went back into the water.
She swam out a little ways and then turned and waved at me and swam back to the shore.
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A Sweet Memory
Posted:Jan 14, 2022 11:15 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2022 5:56 am
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I have had a few memorable encounters which were not anticipated.
It seems it can be the case that sometimes when you are not looking for something, that is when it shows up.
I remember an experience when I was doing some work for a woman and I had the opportunity to make a connection which in hindsight I should have pursued.
When we first met, I sensed something between us. There was a sensual connection.
My body felt it and my mind acknowledged it.
A door was opened to a part of myself I had not felt for quite a while and once it was it felt completely natural.
My flirtatious nature comes with a sense of humor automatically,
Our intellects were immediately compatible. She was very classy in every way and a CEO of a well known business locally.
There was an ease in our communication and so she was easy to be with as a result.
This is the kind of scenario that is my kind of fantasy and it was happening in reality.
Through the course of our business relationship we had to meet at my location several times and each time my level of anticipation was heightened just thinking about her.
She dressed very stylishly as a result of her position and her taste was a reflection of her inner character as well. How she saw herself and felt as an extension of her appearance.
I sensed she saw something in me as well. I just wasn't sure if I was reading my feelings correctly.
There came a time for me to come to her home to bring a conclusion to our business together.
Her home was also a reflection of her spirit and style as it can be for us all.
She brought me over to the subject of the work I did and expressed her pleasure with it. She handed me a check in payment and said now that we have that out of our way, would you like a glass of wine?
I said thank you that would be very nice.
She already had everything ready and simply poured it into the waiting glass.
We stood there and just looked into each others eyes in silence.
Not the uncomfortable silence that comes with not knowing what to say, but a silence from a sense of searching , exploring and removing the clothing of any pretense.
We both smiled and took a sip from our glasses.
I set mine down on the counter.
She said lets go into the other room and relax, and led me to her living room,
Everything about her environment was gentle, relaxed and confident. I held my glass and walked over to a photograph of her standing next to a she was stroking its head. She looked like someone from a glamor magazine posing for a product of some kind.
I turned to her and not indicating exactly what I was referring to I looked into her eyes for a moment and said, very beautiful and I am sure she knew exactly what I meant.
She smiled and coyly peered above the rim of her glass and said yes he is a real stud.
I held back my reaction and turned as if to examine the photo again and then turned back to her and said He is pretty large do you have any trouble climbing on top?
She couldn't help it and laughed out loud, but not in a boisterous way.
She said would you mind if I change out of my work clothes?
I said of course not. Please make yourself comfortable.
She walked over to her stereo and began to play some soft music which just happened to be some of my favorite forms of Jazz from the late 1950's early 1960's era.
She said please help yourself to some more wine and I 'll have some as well.
She left the room and I was already thinking about what may happen next.
I was just truly enjoying being with her without any need to decide what that would or should be.
She returned after a short time.
She had removed her workday business suit which was a blouse jacket and skirt. She had beautiful legs and a skirt suited them well.
Her body was in perfect proportion to her petite frame and height.
She exchanged them for a pair of slacks and a sweater which hung over her shoulder on one side.
Her slacks were rather form fitting and exposed the beauty of her anatomy beneath them.
She aroused me on every level, intellectually , physically and emotionally.
I handed her her glass.
She didn't choose to sit on any furniture but instead sat on her rug and beckoned me to follow, which I did.
We sat there and spoke quietly together about our interests and life, eventually arriving at the subject of our relationships with others.
She was divorced and I was married.
She made it clear she had no judgement about that one way or the other. She seemed to be coming from a point of view I was yet to fully understand.
She asked me if I wanted to smoke some pot.
I told her being with her was stimulation enough and I wouldn't want to spoil that feeling by thinking something else was necessary.
She playfully responded by saying: how sweet are you?
I said well Its a matter of taste.
Which once again made her laugh and her eyes became a little fiery.
Would you like to see the rest of the house?
I said sure.
We stood up and she lead me around but it was clear she was not interested in the tour only the destination.
It ended in her bedroom.
This is it. she said, her back was in front of me as she turned to look at me while speaking.
We looked at each other in that same silence once again.
In her eyes I saw something sweet and gentle, shy and vulnerable, strength and fire and there was experience , longing and pain
I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.
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The Power of Touch
Posted:Jan 6, 2022 5:28 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2022 11:33 am
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The power of touch.
It is undefinable in its truth.
Where does the spring from which it flows begin?
It is a connection that occurs between the physical and the metaphysical world.
The energy of life that exists within all of us can unfold itself in a fingertip.
Our bodies are a complex network of sophisticated nerves and impulse receptors tuned at certain frequencies, that can and will only respond to those impulses of communication that release the energy stored within them.
The concept of healing has always been associated with touch.
A mysterious connection between the spiritual and temporal worlds in which we simultaneously exist.
The power of that energy should never be taken lightly.
When we consider a simple embrace and explore its depth, it is never something we should take for granted. Yet somehow there is something within us that always recognizes its authenticity.
When we are exchanging real feelings and emotions, the act of embracing each other ignites something deep within us.
It is undeniable in its fullness and releases us from a solitude we were not fully comprehending.
Someone understands me. Someone feels me. Someone is touching me.
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Life Experience
Posted:Jan 6, 2022 7:18 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2022 7:17 am
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This is such a strange environment to interact within.
It is a confluence of many things. Fact and fiction, truth and lies, hopes and despair, real and unreal.
Then we must add in the forces behind the curtain who seek to profit from all of it, sending out bogus content to keep us clicking and paying for the privilege.



I am as guilty as the next user.
I think perhaps that is a much better name for this platform. Simply call it Users
Just as in the lyrics sung by Annie Lenox in Sweet Dreams , Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused.
I find I am inexplicably drawn into the web it all creates.
This notion that something will manifest itself feels mostly like a projection of some unresolved issue of need, want and desire.
So I can lessen the truth by calling it curiosity, which is a word that often appears in a profile.I am curious, just looking.
Some of us see the lake but the idea of actually diving in is daunting. There are things under the surface we just cant see. So we can either get in a boat created by our imagination and paddle around or even wade in as far as we dare.
But like a submarine our signals bounce off of those unknowns and sometimes we just hear our own voices and other times it pings back to us, Hey there guess if I am really here.
There is an undeniable absurdity to our quest.
So while we wander around, we can peek inside the circus tents for the next attraction on the midway and there are roads to explore where people will show you parts of themselves dismembered from their inner life, which seems to be lost as well.
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Web Page Lovers
Posted:Jan 5, 2022 4:35 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2022 7:59 am
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Web Page Lovers


The black screen glows as we cast our thoughts, desires, and longings, into the cold abyss and wait for echoes in return.
It can look and feel harsh and desperate, but beneath this surface are souls in need of affection, love and belonging; if only for awhile.
The energy of human desire reaching out for a connection, navigating the digital maze and longing for something primal to ignite passions fire and subdue the endless struggle.
Bodies on display in a cyber shop window.
Who will choose it for pleasure, for friendship, for love,
Authors writing short stories filled with intentions born from unfulfilled or tormented reality.
Web page adventurers with youthful exuberance, search anxiously for completion and exploration and invention.
More mature and seasoned lovers seek to be revived and reborn into their senses.
Life pushes and pulls and gathers energy and the waves rise and fall and pound against a shore that halts the advance and returns it to the endless sea.
So we hold each other in the bright darkness spent and exhausted, wondering why.

Wind Walker
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Wind Walker Speaking
Posted:Jan 4, 2022 10:01 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2022 9:07 am
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I always dealt with intense sexual desire as long as I can remember.
The underlying forces of my nature in conflict with excepted norms and values.
The results produced by a lifetime of the shadows of guilt or consequence either imagined or real for needing express them.
So this is my safe space where I do not want be safe. I want explore my senses, my mind, the shadows, and the light.
Here in the company of strangers participate by looking through my windows and see me doing all kinds of things.
Touching each other using words alone
.So does the voice within us seek to be heard asking someone to lay with me, hold me, fuck me, make love to me, tie me up, blind fold me , hurt me, heal me but most importantly open me up to myself and I will try and do the same for you.
Because when it is all said and done, we are all just walking with the wind.

Wind Walker
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