Spirit quest

The fire's blazing, our bodies were greedy for the heat and connection;

throwing on pine boughs and a little gasoline

we laughed, spirited as the fire crackled and popped...

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Someone wanted to dance and took off her clothes;

the blaze illuminated one side of her ecstatic body, her nipples being kissed hot and full by her lover (the fire), then blown on by the cool promise of a night in the Maine Woods...

The goddess spun mystery, and she bounced

around and around, she danced around the fire, weaving and breaking cycles of time.

Her hair had fallen down, brushing some ticklish spots in the middle of her back, her heart chakra... the energy

center for true fire in the body--LOVE...

Her eyes were mostly closed, fully engaged with her skin, and the elements... fire, earth, air, water...

Occasionally as she danced, her fingertips would come back to her own body of pleasure and touch herself.

As she danced, her energy bridged the gap between reality and imagination-

She was flying high.

They were brief touches as if she was testing to see if she were really there.

She found her third eye, lightly with her ring finger... and she kept dancing, feeling into this deep synesthesia...

She found her breasts and pushed them together for a moment.... This felt good so she pinched both of her nipples between her index and middle finger, cupping her breasts while she moved with the beat. It was fun feeling herself jiggle. She also felt like she was keeping herself inside her body, although just barely.. after a while she pinched them both hard and released them.

A low groan broke her trance; she had completely forgotten the place and the company...

At the beginning of the night they had all been chatting. They had all sat around

after a long day of workshops and learning how to do hard and easy things: survival school! which consisted of classes on wilderness first aid, trapping, baskets, foraging...

At the beginning of the fire, there was a ceremony and they had drunk a warm and bitter plant potion; it's all coming back to her now...

It had burned and stayed in her throat, made her lips swollen and sensitive.

It was very late now and only a few others had stayed past the stories. In the hypnotic rhythm of the drums, only a few were aware enough to be witnesses to this spontaneous release.

Whatever liquid had been in that clay cup had exalted her senses, and she had COMPLETELY forgotten her surroundings!

Her eyes opened at the groan.

His own electric eyes were transfixed on her, a man she recognized from earlier, his hands thumping on a handmade drum...

Although he didn't stop, as he was having his own moment making love to the fire when he had accidentally caught her doing the same,

watching this wild woman had just really thrown him over the edge to animal.

His gaze sent lightning that coursed everywhere, up her spine, made her cells shake.

She made the bold decision to keep going, to keep dancing with the fire...

if you can call it a decision, because it felt like she was possessed by the very roots of carnal desire.

She closed her eyes again and continued, knowing her audience was there.

She acted brave but she was also terrified.

It is as if pleasure had taken her hostage.

They played for a while, her body moving reliably to the rhythms he chose.

It was a thing of beauty to watch this enchantress.

He became curious how her body would move each time he switched it up.

This went on for awhile and it was pure ecstatic joy.

Little beads of sweat were dripping down her skin,

down her face and she licked her salty lips.

She felt like she had been completely taken by the gods of fire, and was now simply becoming and expressing as FIRE herself...

All her body and and her pleasure was boundless, completely out of control.

There was no way to come down- the only thing she could do was keep dancing.

There were no thoughts, simply vibration, and senses running together.

It seemed she was beginning to dematerialize

because pleasure had no ceiling.

Her drummer sensed the change in her and made quick eyes at one of the other men in the circle and motioned for him to come over; he whispered in his ear, eyes sparkling with playful desire, hunger, possibly even madness?... they had arrived at a completely primitive and base place, but at the same time he was feeling spiritually exalted...

The drumming came down to a slower, more even rhythm and the girl, also coming back to reality a bit.... she reached down between her legs to a completely swollen sex. All the dancing was rubbing and she was wet. She wanted to feel and subconsciously her body really wanted release.

She had forgotten everything again in a blissful and botanical-drug induced high....

She couldn't take it anymore... she bent over to touch the earth, consequently baring her whole back side and glistening pink slit to the men... She was still oblivious and in her own world, on her way up both of her hands slowly brushed the insides of her legs and thighs, she took two fingers as she swayed rhymically one with the drum, her juicy bottom swaying so that on each beat the fire was on one side of the curve of her body or the other... coming up, swaying, touching, she grazed quickly through the vulva lips parting and up, lingering her fingers just a fraction of a second and pressing quickly pushing and pulling the clit...

This was all but a quick movement, while dancing...

Only the drummer noticed she did this; he felt all of her movements in his fingertips as if it was him that was touching her, even when he closed his eyes he could feel her...

There were a few others at the fire watching but not really closely, everyone was having their own journey and from an outsider's perspective it just looked like some brazen woman was flirting with the flames..

The drummer nodded at the man with the red beard and changed the rhythm again, slow but suspenseful. She stood still just wriggling while facing the fire and quietly to each beat, her hips hitting, meeting his hands on the drum.

The bearded man was large but soft footed and he did not cast a shadow.

He crept over softly. The backs of his fingers touching, brushing soft on her shoulder, having crept up behind her. He wanted her to know she was safe with that touch, it was like a very quick question.

At first she gasped, with such shock, a mixture of pleasure and fear. There was no time for her to decide because the quick moment of softness he gave her quickly turned to strong decisive hands. This was inspired movement based on the

energy they were all playing with...

squeezing her biceps and forearms gripping them just under the threshold of pain and pulling her hands behind her back binding them with some of the cordage they had made earlier in one of the workshops.

Her eyes wide and nipples tensing into hard little seashells.

She felt the coarse hair of his beard brushing the back of her neck. She wasn't scared, but she was coursing with adrenaline. She pretended to fight a little bit, to add some excitement to the game... jerking her body suddenly this way or that but the truth was she needed this-

It made sense there was no other way to come down from where she had been.

It made sense she had already completely submitted herself to earth, wind and fire...

As he gripped, she felt like she was being contained, pulled down from eternity.

She was crying out, like a feral cat.

He threw her down on a large piece of sheepskin next to the drummer and as the side of her body hit the ground buffered by the softness of fur, the drummer and her locked eyes.

His were menacing because he had followed her into ecstasy and it had nearly driven him mad.

That's how he knew what she needed.

Her elbows were bound, so she had to lay on her side.

The bearded man grabbed the knot of the bind pulled and pushed her in an intense jerking motion, so she was facing the ground and her ass towards the sky. He smacked it hard and pulled one of her legs out so they could see it all and then he hit her again, lower this time leaving a giant red hand print on the lower part of her bottom and immediately after reached his hand in to feel and rub at her wetness. He found her clit and gave it a quick smack from underneath. He was just getting her ready. He stepped aside, but kept watching, reaching his hand down to undo his pants, releasing a hard and giant cock out of a red bush and held it, stroking and watching...

This whole time was just a few moments but they stretched out like the birth of an entire generation.

Our savage drummer had stopped playing. He was focused on breathing, albeit quick.

He usually had an expressive face, but there was nothing apparent happening on it now. The fire flickering and illuminating in flashes his curly, dark hair and thick lips- lips that seemed to be made for kissing and smiling... This was the closest he ever came to fully giving into a moment of receptivity. If anyone had been watching him, they wouldn't have had a clue what was in this mad man's mind,

never mind his soul...

Like a fox about to pounce, he got a bit tense and really focused for a split second and then jolted up quickly to claim her.

He'd had many lovers but this experience was very much out of the ordinary and required quite a bit more from his already keen senses than usual... Making love was an art form.

His mouth touched her neck first, just brushing them along, he whispered something like " you're so beautiful.. you're a force of nature" he kissed very sweetly the soft part of her neck, then quickly bit hard down on her trapezius which caused her to yelp:

"That's it. be a good girl. you want this.. don't you?" She arched her back as if in response... He had been leaning over her bound body, his hard dick pressing up against her, first it had been kind of bouncing around her upper thigh but as he had bit her, it pushed up hard against her backside.

He straightened up, admiring the view of his captive.... the cascade of wavy hair touched with sunshine, a sexy & toned back, muscles made irrelevant because she was bound... and she was his!

He straightened out his cock, seeming to be supernaturally erect.. and brought it up from behind to hit her clit, nudging it a few times; she moaned and slowly he guided the head from the front of her slit all the way to back, gliding effortlessly because this woman was soaked. He repeated this sequence a few times, teasing her and then pulled away. He laid down so his head was facing up and got under there between her thighs to smell and taste her. He wanted

the full experience, to remember, to consume and be consumed. His left hand never left the base of his shaft because he was still getting ready and it helped focus his energy. He sat straight up again and put his other hand softly

on the base of her spine to let her know he was coming. He then took both hands, lifted up and separated her cheeks so he could see her vulva.

He went in quick and full penetration. His hands moved to grasp onto her bound hands and rode her, one hand moving up to the base of her head, gripping onto her hair there.

Their energies were finally moving as one, storm chasers seeking the divine.

He was just about to climax when he pulled out suddenly.

He moved her over to her side and laid down behind her reaching his arm around to pull and push at her clitoris. For two to become one, both must come.

She started to shake and he pushed himself back in, this time with her whole body trembling around him.

He was climaxing but this time he could feel it everywhere, his whole body, and hers somehow and the currents of electricity combusting between them.

They laid there for a long time, everyone had gone although someone had thrown a blanket over them at some point.

Only embers in the fire, a very starry night and of course, a full moon. They had fallen asleep like that with her hands still tied.

She was still sleeping when he unbound them and he then traced his fingertips along the curve of her luscious warm body.

This was when she woke up and turned to him with sweet, big doe eyes that seemed to say ' I'm yours completely' and then kissed him deeply on the mouth.