Thunder rumbles Sending vibrations straight down into the belly of the Earth Rupturing the silence Captivating all attention Rain trickles down from the sky Starting softly And Continuing with ferocity The Storm is Her Own kind of Goddess Coming when She pleases Going when She pleases Dripping down onto us When She feels like it And right when we get used to the rain on our skin, Stopping. When She’s feeling twirly, She streaks through the sky Throwing electric currents down onto us In case we weren’t paying attention She’s a bit of a needy Goddess Making sure everyone knows She’s here Grumbling so loudly the walls tremble But I don’t tremble. When She ruptures, I awaken. When I hear Her near, I disrobe Fully And step out into Her presence Submitting to Her Exposing myself Raw and vulnerable. Goose pimples rise onto damped skin I take Her wetness all over me I let Her devour me with it Drip on me until I’m dripping too Just how She likes it I let Her take me Consume me She rumbles louder the more I give in We play The Storm and I Her with me Me with Her I kiss Her feet As She drenches me In Divinity Washing away my impurities “Thank you Goddess” I proclaim Bowing to Her superiority She smiles and tells me to lay back She wants to feel Her power over me I say "Yes Ma'am." I do as I’m told And fall back onto the grass Naked and drenched Hers. She wants to watch me wriggle As I bring pleasure to myself A sacramental orgasm Is the way She feels it most For She without a body Can only imagine how it feels to host I do exactly as I’m told and bring my fingers to my slit Pulsing in Her radiance And letting Her see my engorged clit She likes to see desperation So She knows how much She means So I start rubbing faster Growling at the seams My nipples are brimming With each stoke I take Rain pouring harder Making me feel the ache Growing in my lower belly Wanting a release But my Mistress has trained me better Than to let it out like a sneeze I nod in recognition And begin to slow my pace Feeling my moisture heighten As I look into Her face She’s watching me eagerly Pleased with how I’m doing I move a finger inside And I almost hear Her cooing The pleasure is so high But I don’t let it take me yet I know how Goddess likes it So I make sure She’s all set I pleasure myself in worship And another rumble moves the ground It makes me groan so loud I question if anyone else is around But I don’t care this time I start to quicken once again Rising onto all fours And letting another finger sink right in I’m thrusting towards the wet Earth As She’s dripping from the Sky "Oh, thank you Heavens! For not keeping me dry!" Lightening streaks again And I feel my own current inside I’m so ready to release But I know Mistress wants to guide I slow once more And the rain does too Beginning the subtlety Of what will lead to the final view Mistress likes the climax slow So She can see every breath Of heightened sensation She likes to feel the depth I caress myself tenderly As I grab a hand to my breast Filling myself with my fingers Then pulling out and fondling the rest Because I know my Mistress is proud It arouses me even more She calls me a “good girl” And I collapse onto the floor I slowly thrust into the Earth My ass bare in the air My Mistress slaps it with a gust of wind The sting is more than I can bare My pleasure heightens to no return And I ask if I can release My Mistress rumbles again And finally I’m at peace I writhe into my fingers And my shudders meet me there Sending rupture to my whole body Rising every hair I cum into the Earth And my Goddess sees it all Giddy as She watches My hips rise and fall The earthworms come to feast On what I left behind I slowly poise myself As I grunt one final grind I sit back up and look To get the Storm’s approval But She’s already gone Working on Her next orgasm removal She feeds on worship wherever She can So I know I’m not the only one But what we have is special With me She has such fun Satisfied, I stand from the wet Earth to depart Back to my cozy den When another streak lights up the sky Telling me She’ll be back to play again.
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Junes! I loved this 💛
Thinking of the storm as a commanding mistress fits perfectly. And “sacramental orgasm”, yes...