Genevieve Gandi ‘Dorang’ by Matiss
Erotic fiction inspired by Genevieve Gandi
You stroll through the meadow in the heat of the day, naked as nature intended. Naked, because you want to feel the gentle stir of the breeze against your bare skin, ruffling your hair and teasing your nipples. All your senses seem intensified. The sounds of birdsong and insects buzzing among the wildflowers, the smell of your own sun-warmed skin, the vivid colours of earth and sky, all threaten to overwhelm you. Spreading a blanket, you sink to the ground, the tangled blades of grass and flowers surrounding you. Inhaling their perfume, you feel your body cradled by the earth, tuning in to the rhythm of your own beating heart. You’ve never felt so alive.
You feel your pulse surging through your core, heat spreading throughout your body, making your fingertips tingle. A light breeze kisses your skin, starting at your toes and sweeping up your leg, up between your thighs, caressing your pussy like a soft breath from a lover. All your attention is focused on this sweet tribute to your sex from the nature goddess herself.
Licking a finger, you run it around your stiffening nipple, feeling the air cool it as it hardens. It’s pulsing, echoing the throb between your legs, a primal vibration that needs its release. Your fingers creep lower, stroking the hot, taut skin of your stomach, and lower still, over your plump mound of Venus. They skim the slick groove of your pussy; you slide them along the slippery channel again, lifting your creamy fingers to your mouth to taste yourself.
The sweet tang of your arousal engulfs your tastebuds, igniting a burning desire to be filled. You thrust your hand back between your legs, fingers gliding up and down between your pussy lips, searching out the tremor that occurs each time they hit the sweet spot. Your free hand roams over your body, squeezing your nipples, brushing hair from your face; then pressing down on its partner to increase the pressure as three wriggling fingers push their way into your honeyed hole.
Turning onto your knees, your face buried in the warm blanket, you feel the full force of the sun bless your upturned pussy as your expose yourself to its bright gaze. You pause for a moment, acutely aware of every sensation coursing through your body, then plunge your fingers back inside to pursue the rising crescendo of your pleasure. Riding your fingers, rocking your hips, you let out a cry of ecstasy that rings through the still air as your orgasm sweeps over you.
Trembling, you sink back to the ground, your pulse racing, your fingers and thighs drenched with your juices. And as your breathing slows and your eyes drift closed, you feel the earth gently rock you to sleep.
Her Metart Profile: Genevieve Gandi
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