It is insane to me - INSANE - how instantaneous the effect of a storm is on my state of mind. I’m trying to get some writing done this cloudy Australian Friday — and I hear the rumblings of thunder.
Instantly my breath is affected. Shaky. Instantly I want to slip out of my clothes and be naked. Instantly I want to BE NAKED in the rain. And as I write this, that is exactly I’ve done in my backyard. I stood in the storm and let out the biggest sigh. It’s been a week. It’s been a hot day. And I feel unbound and unrestricted in the storm.
And then my demeanor shifts. I want to fuck. Not make love, I want to give in to the moment. To that unfettered state of mind. I want to fuck until I ache. Until we are spent. Down in the mud, on all fours. Claiming you as a my play thing and using you as such in an unbridled wrestle until my load is dribbling out of that gorgeous pussy of yours. Every last drop is yours.
Fuck. The transformation, I feel it shifting my bones as I stretch. I’m no longer me, I’m something only the trees can pronounce.
I want to run through the forest.
