Yesterday when we were having sex, I was imagining having sex with a tree. I’ve had this fantasy for more than 30 years.
Trees are so beautiful and good. I love them, and there was a field by my house, when I was a kid. I would sit in a favorite huge eucalyptus tree for hours. I would sing or daydream.
In my fantasy, its leaves are green and vibrant. I’m holding on, pushing my body against its trunk. Pushing my face against its smooth bark. Smelling its good smells, feeling its life force.
My cunt is aching and slippery. I push myself against the tree over and over. I push my tits against it too. It’s solid and real.
Then the fantasy shifts, and my long hair is turning into leaves. I’m turning into a tree person. But my ass is curvy and beautiful.
I find the tree has a dick of wood. I slip its dick into my cunt and ride the tree. I’m holding on tight, shoving the wood dick into me over and over again, the trunk so big and good against me.
I realize I’m going to come, and I slow down. I want to savor this.
Then the fantasy shifts again, and the tree is on top of me, fucking me, more animal than tree now, but with those good smells and vividness, and a long, smooth branch-dick.
The tree is overwhelming me as it moves itself in and out of me, so much bigger than I am. It fucks and fucks me. I like the combination of overwhelm and arousal. We move together faster, and the leaves of the tree make a rustling sound, like a wind-sound.
Meanwhile, anarchist boyfriend is fucking a cloud. The cloud is huge, and boyfriend is huge too, the size of a giant.
He’s rubbing his naked body on the soft cloud, holding it, humping it, and the cloud is like a person sometimes. It keeps forming and re-forming. It’s fluffy and wispy. At times it has shapes like a human’s body, but it’s always moving and changing.
Anarchist boyfriend loves the feel of the cloud, and he’s been making love with it for hours. It feels good on his skin, and he rubs his dick on cloud-tits that disappear.
But the cloud is so unsolid that he can’t come. It’s not solid enough for his dick to ejaculate into.
But they’ve been doing it for hours. He’s getting more and more aroused, almost frustrated. He wants a place to push his dick that’s more solid--he wants to come.
Now I’m imagining him finding a place in the Earth to push his dick, a soft place. There are grassy hills, sensual and beautiful.
He lies down between two hills and slides his giant dick into the Earth, and it’s accomodated. The solidness feels so good, as he enters the dark, wet soil.
He fucks the Earth, just a few thrusts, and his body is so relieved as he ejaculates his seed into the Earth, spasm by spasm.
Then he lies there, holding onto the Earth, his love.
But in another version, rather than fucking the Earth, he finds me with the tree. I’m pushing against it, my ass so curvy.
I feel very happy to turn from the tree and accept anarchist boyfriend’s dick into me. He’s human-sized now.
The tree is behind me, and boyfriend is inside me and on top of me. He fucks me with all his cloud-arousal, those hours of wanting.
We cling to one another as he shoots his huge load of come deep into me. The sun and the sky are approving.
