What is it about the wind that pulls me into a primal mindset? Maybe it’s witnessing this force of nature: My brain lights up. My body reacts and responds. I become unhinged.
We’ve been here before haven’t we, dear reader? Seeking, searching, contemplating the depths of my Dominance. I’m sure I’ve written of this before but every time a storm comes and my body sizzles with goosebumps and I feel the need to undress and fuck I feel like I’m revising my thoughts. Perfecting them. And here we are with the wind.
For it is the wind that skims across my arms and darts between my thighs, pulling me into an image that unravels between worlds. In the space between spaces I lose myself (or is that find myself?) to a submissive in the middle of the woods. Naked, writhing and wild before me. Her ass and thighs glisten with her own arousal.
The wind seizes her nonsensical whimpers and scatters them through the air, hurdling the volume of each letter that slips from her wet, trembling lips across the vast forest. And we hear the echoes: nonsensical half-sentences.
Metaphors slip out of sight and mind. A kaleidoscope of thoughts: The wind is jazz. The snare starts the swing that melts their fuse down to total unraveling. We find the beat. How I ease into her soaked self from behind, filling her writhing self whole, only to drive her mad by tearing myself out of her. Again and again. Taking her from behind. Chasing her - our - pleasure. Feeding off of her every dry.
‘The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.’
So wrote Jack London in White Fang, a novel I received when I was 10 by my Nan. A novel that would spark my love for adventure - the concept and the genre in fiction - but also nature. Being within the rainforest, being naked where no one can see me. No one but my prey, that is.
Maybe the whisper of wind across my bare thighs that wakes that wolf or wild spirit slumbering within me. The one rouses in rain, amidst storms or behind the cover of Grandfather trees.
So as the rain needles the roof and the wind clatters against the windows, I feel the sudden urge to strip and fuck and let all semblance of humanity go. I drool, I bite, I howl and l tease her till she’s a trembling needy, overstimulated little mess.
And as the sky darkens, I find myself there. Breathing irregular, on my side, my cock pumping a load onto her bare ass as I pin her down under me.
The dark takes hold.
