A Pantheistic Dream
Was it an erotic daydream, did it happen exactly like that, or does it just spring from the imagination of a Berlin nymph?
It was one of those days when Holly told herself “touch some grass” and went into nature with a
book in her hand. Away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, she found herself in a dreamy
clearing, located on a small lake. Her gaze fell on a massive weeping willow that stood close to the shore.
Forbidden Thoughts
The young woman stared for a while at the breathtaking tree with its majestic long branches. She wondered how old this tree was, 50 or maybe even 100 years old? Finally, she decided that she had found the right place to relax here, because far and wide no one was to be seen. She took off her sandals and let herself slide into the grass, between the roots of the tree, so that she could lean with her back to the trunk. Surprisingly, he was very comfortable, as if the bark was nestling against her delicate body. But somehow she couldn’t focus on reading, she felt an excitement looming between her legs. Almost a little ashamed, she put down her book and looked around to make sure that no one was really around. Not a soul of man, only the whisper of the willow branches. She pushed her hand under her dress and began to touch herself tenderly. She felt her excitement getting stronger and stronger. Her gaze fell on a place from the tree where roots and trunk offered themselves almost forbidden to rub against him. Her cheeks were blushing, what was she doing here? Felt attracted by a tree? But with each movement of her body on the trunk of the willow, her concerns vanished more and more. The bark felt warm and inviting, the deep, woody scent enchanted her. Holly did not notice at all how the willom branches developed a life of their own, which was inexplicable to the wind. Because there was no breeze blowing. A branch cheekily kicked her book into the water, as if the tree wanted to make sure that there was no distraction. The others shielded them so that now even a passer-by passerby could not see what was going on at the foot of the willow tree. Some branches began to carefully make their way under her dress, and Holly let her out. She heard herself moaning softly, “Please don’t stop.” It was as if the willows’s whising was now louder, almost like a deep, satisfied laugh. Holly felt how the branches now wrapped around her body more firmly, yes more decisively. She heard the fabric of her beloved dress tearing. But she didn’t care. Her lust was now so great, the slightly spicy-tart scent of the leaves, the feeling of the willow branches flattering her bare skin, was indescribable. She wished that this supernatural moment would be forever.
A more powerful counterpart
Some branches wandered along her neck and lay a little timidly around her delicate neck until Holly realised and nodded willingly. The pressure now became stronger and her breathing heavier, while it felt like a swelling lake between her thighs. Some branches wrapped around her wrists and pulled her arms up, others pulled down her panties. Finally, she stood naked in front of the tree, her arms crossed behind her back. It was as if the willow tree was looking at Holly, in fact devouring her with eyes. Her body shook with pleasure. When she tried in vain to press her body back to the trunk, the grip of the branches around her neck and wrists only became tighter. The tree now had control, she could not move a centimetre. But with every fibre of her body, she wanted it that way. Because something in her knew that she was safe here. At any time she could end with a sign, this lustful game with the creature that was so much stronger, more powerful than herself. The grip around her neck became looser and she gasped for air. Some branches now caressed her breasts and circled her apricot-coloured buds until she moaned. The others found their way to her lap and found admission. Always one more branch and Holly enjoyed the feeling. She no longer had the strength to try again to wriggle to the root site from the beginning, but her body longed for it. She breathed, “Take me.” A deep dark rustle travelled through the branches, almost like a groan. In the next moment, the branches pulled her firmly and decisively to the trunk and she opened her legs. She gave herself to the strength and rhythm that the tree gave her. The branches snaked around her hips with a firm grip and the moment she reached the climax, she became looser again. What previously made her voluptuously struggle for air now felt tender and protective. She sighed in satisfaction and enjoyed this unearthly embrace for a while.
A nymph
The sun was now a little lower, Holly must have dozed off for a moment. The dress was like a thin summer blanket over her body. She couldn’t find her book anymore, so she decided to swim in the lake for another round before leaving. When she came back from the cool water to the shore and the lap of the willow, she happily pressed a kiss on the bark. For a moment it was as if she had seen a beautiful face in the tribe. Had she really just did it somewhere in nature with some tree god? “Come back to me whenever you feel like,” she heard him whisper between the branches:
“You are my nymph now.”
Without haste, she slipped into the affected dress. Before she left, she turned around and replied, “I’d be happy to come back,” and added with a lofty grin, “But I’m not a simple nymph, but a goddess.”