I get turned on by nature: The playful bubbling of the creek, the intoxicating smell of pink jasmine, the dizzying look at the green hills, the tickles of juicy grass blades on my bare feet, the sensuous whisper of the wind in the tree leaves, the romantic chirping of the birds, the taste of nectar inside red clover buds...

 

When I am in nature, it's as if my soul extends through me from inside out; my mind quiets down to soak up the magic of present and everything inside me swells up with joy and excitement. I feel ecstatic just being!

I lay on the grass, belly to belly, womb to womb, with my Mother, feeling her pulsation. I feel the same shakti energy pulsate through me. I stroke the grass blades, pleasuring my mama. I stroke myself, pleasuring her in me. As a approach orgasm, I dissolve and merge with her. I am the green hills and luscious valleys, I am the trees and meadows, the springs and rivers. My yoni is a sacred well wild animals come to drink from.

 

As I climax, I merge with the sky, the sun and all beyond...aaaaaah! I shed my orgasmic tears into my mother, feeling so blessed for being one of her many, many children.