A HUNTERS DREAM PART I: EDEN

A MALE BOX FANTASY BY DREAMCASTER

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I could smell her passion as it rose ...

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I found myself standing at the top of the hill gasping for air. I shivered as an evening breeze caressed the beads of sweat that covered my naked body. The full moon cast it’s silvery glow into the valley below. Shades of silver, grey and black swam between the trees creating the illusion of ebb and flow. I heard the howl of the wolf, loud and mournful. I raised my head, mouth open and answered his haunting cry. I felt the hunger burn in my belly and radiate through my loins as I thought of that which I had lost and that which had never been mine.

The shadows shifted as a curling mist began to form in the valley. I stood transfixed as an image appeared in the midst of the fog which now lapped about the crest of the hill. Long blonde hair reflecting the silvery light of the summer moon framed a face that was sculpted from the rock of life. Strength, sorrow, joy, compassion and determination were revealed in that countenance. A countenance that I well knew; for this was the image of the one I have loved. The misty tendrils that swirled and moved about her form did not obscure this vision of beauty. As I gazed at her full, round body and long supple legs I felt the hunger grow. The passion long felt and long denied, flowed into the organ of my manhood. Again the wolf howled. I did not answer. She seemed to be looking at me, looking at my growing passion with an expression of desire.

Suddenly, as if exposed to the light of the midday sun, the mist vanished, taking my love with it. I lifted my head and howled with an angst that silenced the wolf. I ran downhill, slipped and began to slide into the valley below. I rolled over, caught a bush, pulled myself up and continued to slip-slide into the valley. The influence of the moon waned, the shadows became thick and dark. I skidded to a stop, a snarl on my lips. I listened but heard nothing. Nature is afraid, I thought. I could feel the presence of no hunter but myself. I moved slowly, listening, gliding silently through the forest, anticipating danger, looking for my dream lover. For that is what she was, a dream lover. Finally, I leaned against a tree and took rest.

One lazy summer afternoon I sat down with a tree, like this one, at my back and fell asleep. I awakened in a strange world full of color, light, words, music and sound. I was confused. I did not know what to think until this goddess reached out to me as if from a vision and spoke with written words. She revealed many things but kept much hidden from me. I heard her voice and saw images of her naked form. She spoke of love and desire, giggling as if overcome with girlish shyness. Her voice caressed my ears as she came to me with arms outstretched. She pushed against the heat of my erection, pressing her sweet lips to mine. I could smell her passion as it rose, pungent and intoxicating, from the hearth of womanhood. A fire was kindled in my heart and desire sprang forth as if carried on the rushing torrent of head waters suddenly released.

I felt her tongue probe my mouth and the delicious ecstasy of her sweet sensuality overwhelmed me. My knees weakened and I fell to the ground pulling her with me. She landed on top of me, giggling. Her eyes met mine, face flush with excitement, her body soft and hot against my skin. She kissed me, holding my head between her hands as she raised her hips slightly. The flowered garden of erotic delight lightly brushed the tip of my erection sending a jolt of pleasure throughout my body. Placing one hand on the ground, she grasped my penis and held it firmly. I felt the liquid passion of her womanly charm flow over the shaft of my desire as the moist, flesh of her inner being gave way and admitted the fullness of my manhood. Sensations of indescribable delight rippled through my body as she began to move her hips up and down. Her breasts, full and luscious, filled my hands as I sought to express my admiration for her beauty. I raised my head, taking one nipple into my mouth. She sighed, leaning forward until my head touched the ground and let the weight of her body push her breast against me. I sucked her nipple hungrily as if this were the teat of mother nature and I were the earth seeking renewal.

Suddenly she shifted and we rolled over, wild grasses clinging to our bodies. Her eyes blazed with the fire of sexual love. The light of her flame cast a glow on my face. I could feel the heat of her passion rise as it passed through my body and consumed me. I was on fire as surely as if a torch had touched my soul. I thrust down and forward. She gasped and rolled her hips to better meet the intensity of my efforts. I repeated the timeless rhythm as she wrapped her arms around me, fingertips raking the soft flesh of my back and I writhed in delicious agony. With an urgency unexpected, I withdrew from her so that my thirst might be quenched by drinking of the heady wine that flowed from the center of her physical desire. I was not disappointed. With a shudder, the well of life poured the waters of passion over my parched tongue. My thirst slaked and my spirit satisfied, I rested my head on her soft, round tummy. After a time I lifted my head and her hand found the base of my throbbing shaft as I leaned forward to kiss her. Her sweet lips met mine in a firm, ardent embrace, as desire long withheld, flowed hot and wet while she gently massaged my erection. Climax and denouement combined in one healing touch. I closed my eyes as wave after wave of sexual ecstasy gently washed over me. I had never experienced anything like it.

I do not know when she left. I remember being carried away by sensations that overwhelmed me. For a time I was unaware of all things save the sweet sensuous moment that seemed an eternity. When my eyes opened she was gone. I called out to her but heard no answer. I remember walking in ever widening circles looking for my love, a feeling of loss piercing my heart with the certainty of a well aimed arrow. I imagine that I hear her voice on the wind and smell her in the gardens. I sense her presence in the shadows that are just beyond visions reach. I turn quickly but she is not there. I see her in my dreams and she appears before me in the mists of time that shape and shift like wraiths, teasing, taunting and luring me onward, ever onward, mocking my quest.

Written by: DREAMCASTER Email: dreamcaster@fiberia.com ICQ UIN #: 70176042

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