One with Nature

About Me

I am a nature lover. I love being outdoors, I love camping, swimming, hiking. I love to lay down on the beach, let the waves wash over my body and just ... be.

I've never enjoyed being indoors, except for extreme weather I guess. But I lived in Florida for 10 years and I used to just love taking a walk in the heavy rains. I used to sing and dance in the rain like Gene Kelly, without a care for anyone who might be watching.

My Fantasy

Where does my love for nature end and my fantasy being? Well, I can't say that my love for nature ends anywhere. It just transforms into an extreme kind of love - one in which I want to become completely one with the object of my love, nature. It's like when you have sex. In the most intimate moment, you are so filled with your lover that you don't know where you end and where your lover begins. When he moves into you, separateness ends and oneness begins. All thoughts cease to exist, and all that exists is the pure pleasure of being. It's the same with me and nature. I want to be so one with nature that I feel no boundary separating us. That there is no me left, there is just ... the joy of being ... unbridled, uninhibited, uncontained, unqualified joy. Some people call that state 'high' I guess.

I think that's what we, humans, are seeking ultimately. That's why we do drugs. Sex is a natural mechanism for experiencing that high for a few moments at least. The afterglow is also wonderful, though different in quality as compared to the pure ecstasy of the moment of climax.

But what is my fantasy already, you are probably asking impatiently. It's like this.

I was born in the core of a Russian doll. Each successive doll represents a layer of confinement on the unbridled joy of my core. These dolls are - my femininity, my body, the society, the social rules and expectations, physical needs, emotional needs - to name a few. I don't know the exact order of these dolls, which doll is the inner most and which one is the outer most. I don't know. What I do know is that I am not free inside these dolls. And I fantasize about breaking free from every single one of these layers in one fell swoop. How? That's where my fantasy begins.

An analogy will help me explain it better. When I see a starfish in a cove at a beach, I can see it, touch it, admire it. But it doesn't get self-conscious about being admired, being touched. Of course it has its natural physical reactions to being touched, being threatened, being hungry and so on. But it has no mental or emotional reactions. It's not busy thinking that I am a pretty starfish and I ought to be treated a certain way. It is not caught up in the web of societal norms and expectations. It is just a part of nature. It just ... is.

And that's where my fantasy comes to light. I want to lay on the beach, like a starfish, being washed by the waves, being completely oblivious of societal norms of properness, simply lost in just being, in just being a part of nature. However, since my brain is not as simple as that of a starfish, I will stay aware of the oneness-with-nature of my separate being. My separateness will not leave me, and I don't want it to leave me, but I still want to be not separate from my love, nature.

And while I'm lost in being one with the wet sand, with the waves, with the ocean, with the cool breeze, with the blue sky, what if another lover of nature comes along and sees me spread eagle on the beach in my barely-there bikini? If I am unaware of his presence, I can easily continue to enjoy my oneness with nature. But if I do become aware of his presence, will I be able to continue being one with nature? Will I be able to keep out of my own way? Will I stay non-chalant and not become self-conscious?

Again, I don't know. But my fantasyful answer to all these questions is ... yes.

I will be so "out of my mind", so lost in the moment that I will consider myself just another part of nature for all lovers of nature to see, to touch, to admire, to enjoy. I will tell myself "who am I to stop a nature lover from exploring nature? Did I ask the starfish for permission before I expressed my love for it by touching it?"

What if he kneels down by my side and starts brushing his fingers over my skin, covered and uncovered by my bikini? Well, I don't think I will be able to open my eyes and look at him while he is doing it. I don't think I will be able to suppress the natural instinctive reactions of my body either. My skin will develop goosebumps under his touch, my nipples will bead up and poke through my bikini top, electric tingling will rush up and down my body before pooling between my legs. I won't be able to control any of nature's processes.

But I will be able to, or so I fantasize, just be a part of nature. Like the starfish that didn't become self-conscious when I caressed it. I will see my body as a natural ornament laying on the beach when a lover of the beach happens to walk by. If this admirer notices the ornament, well and good. If he does not, well and good.

In case he notices the ornament and wants to see it without the unnatural covering of the polyester fabric, who am I to say no? I will keep my eyes closed and just witness the interaction between 'the explorer' and 'the explored' from my state of non-self-conscious happiness.

If he starts playing with my body, what of it? Don't we all play with sand and water and rocks? My body is nothing but a starfish-shaped, soft, warm, living, breathing rock on the beach. If he starts caressing my breasts, have we all not caressed mounds of sand on the beach? What's the difference? My nipples will stand in attention, but that's their nature. What's the big deal?

What if he takes my nipple into his mouth and starts suckling? Nature has endowed many of its parts with nourishment - succulents, honey hives, fruits, cow's udders to name a few. What's wrong with a hungry explorer trying to satisfy his hunger with my nourishment-filled breasts?

Will it send concentrated waves of pleasure from my nipples to my pussy? Of course it will, that's only natural. It will make my back arch and lift off the beach as if offering up my breasts to this hungry nature lover. It will make my body writhe in unsought pleasure. But I will witness it all from my state of oneness with nature, without becoming self-conscious even once.

What if he slides his finger between the swollen folds of my pussy and plunges it deep inside me? I love seashells and have I never penetrated a seashell with my finger without its permission? What's the difference between a snail-occupied seashell and my vagina? Just the reaction. The snail has its own natural reaction, my pussy has its own natural reaction. The snail reacts with the instinct of preservation, while my pussy reacts with the instinct of procreation - but both are nothing but basic instincts built in every organism in nature. Both are fair game for any and every explorer who roams through the wonders and mysteries of nature.

What if he puts his mouth against my pussy and starts licking and sucking my juices? Have I never sucked a passion fruit or licked a freshly opened lemon? If this wanderer wants to satisfy his thirst with the steam of juices flowing between my thighs, who is he hurting? Nature has its ways to keep its lovers satisfied, nay, satiated. Will I be able to keep my hips from jutting up and thrusting towards his mouth? No. But why should I even try to inhibit nature as it expresses itself through my body?

What if he penetrates my pussy with his erect throbbing cock?

Now, that's a hard one. And I am not referring to his cock, even though that is also very hard.

You see, so far he was taking from me, from my body. Which is fine by me. But if his cock penetrates my pussy, he will be giving me. Giving me his seed. Giving me a baby, or at least the possibility of it. I don't know yet how to feel about that. I don't know if I will be able to maintain my witness consciousness, my aloofness, if he starts raw fucking my pussy with his cock. The fear of being knocked up may bring me back to my body, to my senses, to my mind and send my guard up.

I don't know. What do you think?

PS: Let me know if any particular part of my fantasy needs to be clarified or elaborated. I'm new here so show me some love. I might develop this into a full fictional story.