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Foxy Lady
Rockin' Into The Night
Maggie
Purple Haze
Material World
Rockin' Into The Night
Maggie
Purple Haze
Material World
Whispers from Mossy Grove
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Francie, her breasts still heaving from orgasm, felt motion in her belly and smiled, humming the song Johnny often would sing softly in her ear as they cuddled.
Cradled in the secure womb of a cloud, her body was relaxed and weightless, suspended in heaven’s unearthly estate.
Francie, free of any worry, let her mind wander back to the night she conceived Johhny’s child.
You know you’re a sweet little lovemaker, she heard him whisper into her ear. You’ve got to be mine, all mine.
Johnny had whispered-sung those words to her just before plunging his cock into her, spilling his seed into her fertile pussy. They had been loving on each other for hours, having committed themselves to be each other’s forever hours before.
It was hours earlier they had managed to escape the dull family talk at the summer picnic, slipping away to take a walk on the dirt path in a meadow, holding hands and stopping often to make out.
I got my girl by my side, Johnny declared to anything along the way, including a stand of wild garlic and a baby bunny feeding on small patch of clover.
Next to the wild honeysuckle bushes, their blooms long gone, Johnny stopped and looked at Francie, then spoke. I imagine the things we’ll do. I can’t wait for the night with you.
Johnny’s hand soon was under Francie’s blouse, cupping and massaging her breasts, playing with her nipples.
Francie rubbed Johnny’s cock through his shorts, the fabric caressing and tugging his aroused cockhead.
Johnny’s other hand was inside Francie’s shorts, inside her panties, rubbing her pussy, his fingers wet from her hole.
Francie’s hand was now wrapped around Johnny’s exposed cock. Together, kissing, they masturbated each other to orgasm.
That night. Francie knew immediately she had conceived his child. His cock still inside her, she held his shoulders tightly, forcing his chest against her own. He was collapsed on her and they were still, waiting, anticipating.
She spoke first, a whispered declaration. My love you didn't need to coax. Then, she giggled. Remember, I laughed at all of your jokes.
Johnny pulled away from her laughing. That you did, especially the really bad ones. Maybe not so many on stage in between songs, huh?!
Francie felt a tickle on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to the most beautiful yellow butterfly.
She was back in the present, wrapped in the warmth of the cloud, her round belly the result of that night months ago.
The butterfly took flight, swirling above Francie, leaving a trail of purple haze in it wake.
She heard the voice of Mother Moon, a ready guide in some celestial voice.
The child would be influenced by the greatest of musicians who were part of the heavens. The child would be favored by spirits in the material world.
Francie watched as the butterfly lit on her belly while thousands of musical notes trailed from above and were absorbed into her maternal flesh. Each note representing a voice or instrumental sound silenced on Earth but heard in the heavens.
Francie, overwhelmed, was weeping when she felt someone grasp her hand.
Johnny, her music man, was next to her, holding her, fully understanding the moment and realizing the enormity of the gift creation was bestowing on their child.
Music challenge: I have incorporated in this story lyrics from the six songs that played this morning on my walk. Can you identify them?
Almost, wolfman
https://youtu.be/BHOevX4DlGk
Spirits in the Material World
https://youtu.be/zv97c3W6lw8
Foxey Lady
https://youtu.be/thMm9GELnck
Freewill
https://youtu.be/qKhorc1aYro
No One Like You
https://youtu.be/EOl7dh7a-6g
Maggie May
https://youtu.be/p9xMCaGTydQ
Rockin into the Night
Cradled in the secure womb of a cloud, her body was relaxed and weightless, suspended in heaven’s unearthly estate.
Francie, free of any worry, let her mind wander back to the night she conceived Johhny’s child.
You know you’re a sweet little lovemaker, she heard him whisper into her ear. You’ve got to be mine, all mine.
Johnny had whispered-sung those words to her just before plunging his cock into her, spilling his seed into her fertile pussy. They had been loving on each other for hours, having committed themselves to be each other’s forever hours before.
It was hours earlier they had managed to escape the dull family talk at the summer picnic, slipping away to take a walk on the dirt path in a meadow, holding hands and stopping often to make out.
I got my girl by my side, Johnny declared to anything along the way, including a stand of wild garlic and a baby bunny feeding on small patch of clover.
Next to the wild honeysuckle bushes, their blooms long gone, Johnny stopped and looked at Francie, then spoke. I imagine the things we’ll do. I can’t wait for the night with you.
Johnny’s hand soon was under Francie’s blouse, cupping and massaging her breasts, playing with her nipples.
Francie rubbed Johnny’s cock through his shorts, the fabric caressing and tugging his aroused cockhead.
Johnny’s other hand was inside Francie’s shorts, inside her panties, rubbing her pussy, his fingers wet from her hole.
Francie’s hand was now wrapped around Johnny’s exposed cock. Together, kissing, they masturbated each other to orgasm.
That night. Francie knew immediately she had conceived his child. His cock still inside her, she held his shoulders tightly, forcing his chest against her own. He was collapsed on her and they were still, waiting, anticipating.
She spoke first, a whispered declaration. My love you didn't need to coax. Then, she giggled. Remember, I laughed at all of your jokes.
Johnny pulled away from her laughing. That you did, especially the really bad ones. Maybe not so many on stage in between songs, huh?!
Francie felt a tickle on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to the most beautiful yellow butterfly.
She was back in the present, wrapped in the warmth of the cloud, her round belly the result of that night months ago.
The butterfly took flight, swirling above Francie, leaving a trail of purple haze in it wake.
She heard the voice of Mother Moon, a ready guide in some celestial voice.
The child would be influenced by the greatest of musicians who were part of the heavens. The child would be favored by spirits in the material world.
Francie watched as the butterfly lit on her belly while thousands of musical notes trailed from above and were absorbed into her maternal flesh. Each note representing a voice or instrumental sound silenced on Earth but heard in the heavens.
Francie, overwhelmed, was weeping when she felt someone grasp her hand.
Johnny, her music man, was next to her, holding her, fully understanding the moment and realizing the enormity of the gift creation was bestowing on their child.
Music challenge: I have incorporated in this story lyrics from the six songs that played this morning on my walk. Can you identify them?
Almost, wolfman
https://youtu.be/BHOevX4DlGk
Spirits in the Material World
https://youtu.be/zv97c3W6lw8
Foxey Lady
https://youtu.be/thMm9GELnck
Freewill
https://youtu.be/qKhorc1aYro
No One Like You
https://youtu.be/EOl7dh7a-6g
Maggie May
https://youtu.be/p9xMCaGTydQ
Rockin into the Night
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Mother moon cast a dimmed light on the couple as they lay embracing each other, speaking sparingly, mostly overwhelmed by the gift from creation.
Francie felt the child stir often as her belly absorbed the musical endowment. Sometimes, when the kicks were hard, Francie would whisper “a drummer.” Other times, she would sing softly and Johnny would grin, “a singer.”
The musical trail went on forever it seemed. Johnny, overcome often with emotion, would squeeze Francie’s hand tighter. There were so many, he said.
A few times he felt his fingers tremble and instinctually knew a horn player had just passed through.
The trail of notes stopped. The soft glow of moonlight shone on the couple as they lay, Johnny’s arm protectively over Francie’s belly.
Francie looked at her Johnny, his boyish face glowing as he looked intensely at her face.
Touch me, Francie said. Taste me. I want to be in you.
She guided his hand as best she could toward the warmth developing between her legs. Johnny raised and looked away from her face to her sweet pussy, dewy in the moonlight. He touched her pussy lips, feeling the transfer of a slight wetness onto his fingers. He didn’t want to open her wide just yet.
He raised his finger to his face, inhaling her scent, and traced his finger across his lips. He looked again, this time seeing rivulets of juice trailing from her hole across the smooth flesh of her deep, lush valley.
Francie, he moaned.
He slowly pulled apart her pussy lips, delighted to see a thick strand of her opaque cum stretch stubbornly across her hole. Each one of her labia held tight to its silky rope, not wanting to give way to the other. A small bead of Francie’s pussy juice formed at the base of one side, hanging captive, caught in the seductive web of her sex.
Johnny touched his finger to the bead, and it released from its sticky web onto his finger. Johnny eagerly sucked the sweetness from his finger.
Francie opened her legs farther, and Johnny watched as her cum strand thinned but grew longer, still holding. Pearlized sparkles flashed along its length as moonlight bathed the couple in a wash of soft light.
Johnny, mesmerized by the unyielding strand, lowered his face between her thighs and teased the milky bridge with his tongue, causing it to sway but not detach. He had it nearly pulled up to her clitoris but backed off, afraid it would break. He carefully guided his finger under the strand and into her hole, swirling her ample warmth inside.
Johnny, she whispered.
Pulling out his finger, he reached toward her mouth, letting her taste herself before rubbing her scent onto his lips.
He lowered his mouth to her hole, pulling the cum strand up with his tongue until it broke. He took it between his fingers, stretched it a few times, then slurped it greedily, ingesting her creamy cum.
Francie’s hole unencumbered, Johnny buried his face in her pussy, plunging his tongue into her hole, feasting as she writhed from his touch.
upon request
Francie felt the child stir often as her belly absorbed the musical endowment. Sometimes, when the kicks were hard, Francie would whisper “a drummer.” Other times, she would sing softly and Johnny would grin, “a singer.”
The musical trail went on forever it seemed. Johnny, overcome often with emotion, would squeeze Francie’s hand tighter. There were so many, he said.
A few times he felt his fingers tremble and instinctually knew a horn player had just passed through.
The trail of notes stopped. The soft glow of moonlight shone on the couple as they lay, Johnny’s arm protectively over Francie’s belly.
Francie looked at her Johnny, his boyish face glowing as he looked intensely at her face.
Touch me, Francie said. Taste me. I want to be in you.
She guided his hand as best she could toward the warmth developing between her legs. Johnny raised and looked away from her face to her sweet pussy, dewy in the moonlight. He touched her pussy lips, feeling the transfer of a slight wetness onto his fingers. He didn’t want to open her wide just yet.
He raised his finger to his face, inhaling her scent, and traced his finger across his lips. He looked again, this time seeing rivulets of juice trailing from her hole across the smooth flesh of her deep, lush valley.
Francie, he moaned.
He slowly pulled apart her pussy lips, delighted to see a thick strand of her opaque cum stretch stubbornly across her hole. Each one of her labia held tight to its silky rope, not wanting to give way to the other. A small bead of Francie’s pussy juice formed at the base of one side, hanging captive, caught in the seductive web of her sex.
Johnny touched his finger to the bead, and it released from its sticky web onto his finger. Johnny eagerly sucked the sweetness from his finger.
Francie opened her legs farther, and Johnny watched as her cum strand thinned but grew longer, still holding. Pearlized sparkles flashed along its length as moonlight bathed the couple in a wash of soft light.
Johnny, mesmerized by the unyielding strand, lowered his face between her thighs and teased the milky bridge with his tongue, causing it to sway but not detach. He had it nearly pulled up to her clitoris but backed off, afraid it would break. He carefully guided his finger under the strand and into her hole, swirling her ample warmth inside.
Johnny, she whispered.
Pulling out his finger, he reached toward her mouth, letting her taste herself before rubbing her scent onto his lips.
He lowered his mouth to her hole, pulling the cum strand up with his tongue until it broke. He took it between his fingers, stretched it a few times, then slurped it greedily, ingesting her creamy cum.
Francie’s hole unencumbered, Johnny buried his face in her pussy, plunging his tongue into her hole, feasting as she writhed from his touch.
upon request
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Small beads of salty perspiration broke over her cooled body as Johnny's attention drifted to her neck, his tongue caressing the taut flesh she offered him. His hands were busy mashing her full breasts as the couple, their bodies so agile, effortless became tangled in the cloud.
Johnny’s cock, so hard and needy, pressed against his pelvis, its head dripping in anticipation. He turned Francie on her side, reached around her with his arms, manipulating her nipples, tugging them. She pressed her ass backward, grinding against his cock, which he slid between between her crack, rocking her.
A swirl of icy beads zigzagged across their flesh, igniting pleasure points, sending intense jolts of sexual energy to his dripping cock.
Johnny bit Francie’s earlobe and plunged his hardness deep into her pussy, feeling her warmth tighten around the flesh of his sex.
They moaned in unison, their bodies one with each other and with creation. His hands on her breasts, he rocked her from behind, priming her hole with his cock, grunting with each push.
Johnny desired for Francie to orgasm with him. He pressed tighter against her backside, reaching his arm around to find her clitoris. Her swollen belly in the way, Johnny willed creation to help.
Francie began moaning immediately and Johnny knew the icy fingers of the cloud had found her clitoris and was teasing it. They would climax together.
More urgent than ever, Johnny’s cock, a snug fit in her pussy, was rhythmically stroked by wet clamps inside her pussy.
Both, nearly passing out from pleasure, were rising steadily toward climax, as flashes of the universe so pleasant matched physical feelings on the journey to orgasm.
They fell over the edge together, shouting out at the point of climax, their physical bodies shaking uncontrollably as they unfurled over and over, radiating to the outer edge of the universe.
Time was at standstill. The universe was unveiled, the couple privy to visual masterpieces of unmasked color and blended dimension.
Mother moon dressed in the finest of heavenly regalia, was a pearl glowing in the dark, heralded by a court of brilliant stars thousands of years old.
The couple lay together, mesmerized by their witness, his arms protectively around her belly, both incredibly comfortable and warmed by the glowing orb.
Johnny nuzzled his face against Francie’s neck, declaring his love for her and their child.
He couldn’t see the smile on Francie’s face, illuminated by the soft glow of the heavenly mother.
Francie, her eyes fixed on the light source, felt deeply Johnny’s love. Her body shuddered as her unborn child leapt within her womb.
Overcome with emotion for Johnny and their child, Francie spoke.
If our baby is a girl, Johnny, let’s name her Pearl.
https://youtu.be/aQltHrdSl4g
Johnny’s cock, so hard and needy, pressed against his pelvis, its head dripping in anticipation. He turned Francie on her side, reached around her with his arms, manipulating her nipples, tugging them. She pressed her ass backward, grinding against his cock, which he slid between between her crack, rocking her.
A swirl of icy beads zigzagged across their flesh, igniting pleasure points, sending intense jolts of sexual energy to his dripping cock.
Johnny bit Francie’s earlobe and plunged his hardness deep into her pussy, feeling her warmth tighten around the flesh of his sex.
They moaned in unison, their bodies one with each other and with creation. His hands on her breasts, he rocked her from behind, priming her hole with his cock, grunting with each push.
Johnny desired for Francie to orgasm with him. He pressed tighter against her backside, reaching his arm around to find her clitoris. Her swollen belly in the way, Johnny willed creation to help.
Francie began moaning immediately and Johnny knew the icy fingers of the cloud had found her clitoris and was teasing it. They would climax together.
More urgent than ever, Johnny’s cock, a snug fit in her pussy, was rhythmically stroked by wet clamps inside her pussy.
Both, nearly passing out from pleasure, were rising steadily toward climax, as flashes of the universe so pleasant matched physical feelings on the journey to orgasm.
They fell over the edge together, shouting out at the point of climax, their physical bodies shaking uncontrollably as they unfurled over and over, radiating to the outer edge of the universe.
Time was at standstill. The universe was unveiled, the couple privy to visual masterpieces of unmasked color and blended dimension.
Mother moon dressed in the finest of heavenly regalia, was a pearl glowing in the dark, heralded by a court of brilliant stars thousands of years old.
The couple lay together, mesmerized by their witness, his arms protectively around her belly, both incredibly comfortable and warmed by the glowing orb.
Johnny nuzzled his face against Francie’s neck, declaring his love for her and their child.
He couldn’t see the smile on Francie’s face, illuminated by the soft glow of the heavenly mother.
Francie, her eyes fixed on the light source, felt deeply Johnny’s love. Her body shuddered as her unborn child leapt within her womb.
Overcome with emotion for Johnny and their child, Francie spoke.
If our baby is a girl, Johnny, let’s name her Pearl.
https://youtu.be/aQltHrdSl4g
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Mother moon swelled and grew brighter as her charges lay naked together, exhausted after orgasm. They were one with the clouds, their bodies suspended weightlessly, cushioned and caressed by the warmth of the glowing orb.
The moon’s increased illumination that moment in the night-time sky was a gift from the sun, shining brightly on the other side of the earthen globe.
Francie’s declaration and request to her Johnny, pleased creation greatly. Heavenly celebrations ensued, bursting with fantastical sounds of celestial music in grand orchestral symphonies that would surpass any comprehension in the mortal mind.
Mother moon, a perfect globe round and full, was hanging effortlessly in the night sky, her muted beams casting a calming blanket over the land below.
A thin column of light exposed the woman sleeping in the tall wildflowers, her full breasts high on her chest, her nipples plump even in rest.
Mesmerized by her heaving mounds, Mother moon guided a particular ray that latched onto one of the fleshy buds, pinching it. The sleepy bud grew hard, the soft circle around it puckering with raised bumps.
The woman stirred.
Mother moon smiled, sending a swirl of cosmic rays to playfully tug on the sleeping woman’s other nipple causing it to raise and pucker.
Prompted by her physical reaction, Mother moon sent a rush of warm air to the beauty, cradling her body in light as the heavens sang a sweet lullaby.
The sleeping woman moaned, her hand reaching between her thighs, touching her warm, wet pussy.
Mother moon shifted her position in the sky, gathering more light from the sun and directing it toward her charge. The sleeping beauty, her fingers busy in her wet pussy, was being pleasured by both her own touch as well as that of cosmic light.
The earthly woman glowed in the moonlight, her skin awash with pearlized sexual energy.
Mother moon’s light illuminated the wildflowers of the meadow. The daisies, the sweet William, the lupines danced on tall stems in the light.
The sleeping beauty, lost in memories of an earthly life, suddenly orgasmed.
Pearl* woke from the jolt of extreme pleasure. Startled, she lay still, holding her sex and breathing heavily, and gazed at the moon. Smiling, Pearl realized the gift and winked at her revered friend.
Then she remembered. She looked over to her side.
Tomcat's hazel eyes were locked on hers, his tail twitching, sending waves of movement through the meadow.
Pearl looked beyond the cat, more than a stone's throw away.
Willa was sleeping in the dark of a shadow, his arm draped around her waist, his hand cupping her naked breast.
*You came like a comet
Blazing your trail too high
Too far
Too soon
(We saw the crescent)
You saw the whole of the moon
-- Michael Scott
https://youtu.be/8TON3PORRDQ
The moon’s increased illumination that moment in the night-time sky was a gift from the sun, shining brightly on the other side of the earthen globe.
Francie’s declaration and request to her Johnny, pleased creation greatly. Heavenly celebrations ensued, bursting with fantastical sounds of celestial music in grand orchestral symphonies that would surpass any comprehension in the mortal mind.
Mother moon, a perfect globe round and full, was hanging effortlessly in the night sky, her muted beams casting a calming blanket over the land below.
A thin column of light exposed the woman sleeping in the tall wildflowers, her full breasts high on her chest, her nipples plump even in rest.
Mesmerized by her heaving mounds, Mother moon guided a particular ray that latched onto one of the fleshy buds, pinching it. The sleepy bud grew hard, the soft circle around it puckering with raised bumps.
The woman stirred.
Mother moon smiled, sending a swirl of cosmic rays to playfully tug on the sleeping woman’s other nipple causing it to raise and pucker.
Prompted by her physical reaction, Mother moon sent a rush of warm air to the beauty, cradling her body in light as the heavens sang a sweet lullaby.
The sleeping woman moaned, her hand reaching between her thighs, touching her warm, wet pussy.
Mother moon shifted her position in the sky, gathering more light from the sun and directing it toward her charge. The sleeping beauty, her fingers busy in her wet pussy, was being pleasured by both her own touch as well as that of cosmic light.
The earthly woman glowed in the moonlight, her skin awash with pearlized sexual energy.
Mother moon’s light illuminated the wildflowers of the meadow. The daisies, the sweet William, the lupines danced on tall stems in the light.
The sleeping beauty, lost in memories of an earthly life, suddenly orgasmed.
Pearl* woke from the jolt of extreme pleasure. Startled, she lay still, holding her sex and breathing heavily, and gazed at the moon. Smiling, Pearl realized the gift and winked at her revered friend.
Then she remembered. She looked over to her side.
Tomcat's hazel eyes were locked on hers, his tail twitching, sending waves of movement through the meadow.
Pearl looked beyond the cat, more than a stone's throw away.
Willa was sleeping in the dark of a shadow, his arm draped around her waist, his hand cupping her naked breast.
*You came like a comet
Blazing your trail too high
Too far
Too soon
(We saw the crescent)
You saw the whole of the moon
-- Michael Scott
https://youtu.be/8TON3PORRDQ
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A lone teardrop splashed against Pearl's cheek, carried to earth from above on a thin whisp of a cloud.
Pearl woke and immediately sought out Willa. She was still sleeping but he had returned to welcome the new one.
Pearl looked over at Tomcat, his face, his hazel eyes turned skyward.
Mother moon's glow had dimmed, dulled by sadness. Her tears settled into a fog that covered the land. The stars of a thousand universes had gathered above the mist, their lights twinkling and sparkling in reverence and gratitude.
Pearl watched, well familiar with what she was seeing. The crack of heaven had opened, spilling from beyond a brilliant light show and majestic sound, the celestial celebration of a homecoming.
A flurry of musical notes, swirling from below to above, carried a precious light — the brightest in the night sky — and disappeared into the opening of the parted sky.
Pearl’s own tear dropped onto her cheek, and merged with the other tear as heaven’s gate closed.
https://youtu.be/CL614PU-EQE
Pearl woke and immediately sought out Willa. She was still sleeping but he had returned to welcome the new one.
Pearl looked over at Tomcat, his face, his hazel eyes turned skyward.
Mother moon's glow had dimmed, dulled by sadness. Her tears settled into a fog that covered the land. The stars of a thousand universes had gathered above the mist, their lights twinkling and sparkling in reverence and gratitude.
Pearl watched, well familiar with what she was seeing. The crack of heaven had opened, spilling from beyond a brilliant light show and majestic sound, the celestial celebration of a homecoming.
A flurry of musical notes, swirling from below to above, carried a precious light — the brightest in the night sky — and disappeared into the opening of the parted sky.
Pearl’s own tear dropped onto her cheek, and merged with the other tear as heaven’s gate closed.
https://youtu.be/CL614PU-EQE
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Creation favored the spunky sprite-like young woman. She was dropped into Mossy Grove, there to learn her way and to help others.
She stood in the middle of the meadow, her petite form nearly eclipsed by the tall stems of wild lupine and wild geranium, black-eyed Susans, garden phlox and coreopsis.
Her chin-length dark hair in classic finger curls, her full lips naturally turned up at the corners and her eyes, far too blue. Her left eye, slightly crossed, sparkled, almost as if a tear was eternally trapped.
She was a beauty, Tomcat summarized, his hazel eyes fixated on the new visitor. Black dog had taken in the girl as well but had already returned to his mid-day slumber.
Moonyean reached for a phlox and brought it to her nose, filling her head with a scent that fiercely competed with her beauty.
Nearby, a tom emerged from the safety of the forest, followed by a few hens and their young. His low gurgling caught Moonyean's attention.
She waded through the wildflowers toward the forest's edge for a closer look but the birds, fleet footed, scampered away in single file.
Tomcat grinned like the Cheshire. Moonyean had walked out of the meadow, her petite figure exposed, no longer hidden by wildflowers.
She was exquisite, another welcome addition to the grove, Tomcat thought.
Her shoulders broad for such a petite frame, her waist a little thick, a bit of a tummy. Her complexion, a light tan, was blemish free except for a scar just above her left breast.
Tomcat's tail twitched as he looked on her breasts. Small yet full, her lightly tanned areoles perfect palettes for nipples that an artist couldn't have created any better.
Her mound was covered with a bit of fur, protecting her sex yet drawing attention to it.
Moonyean laughed, breaking silence, then clapped her hands to scatter the turkeys more.
Tomcat watched as Moonyean lingered, scanning the Mossy Grove landscape. Her eyes darted from the meadow to the forest and then finally resting on the bog, its surface so still, so mesmerizing.
She was sure she heard music. Her body jerked with a cold shudder. She forced her gaze away from the bog to the old shade tree that towered nearby. She instinctively knew it had plenty of stories to share.
https://youtu.be/jQZb4B2ZdDM
She stood in the middle of the meadow, her petite form nearly eclipsed by the tall stems of wild lupine and wild geranium, black-eyed Susans, garden phlox and coreopsis.
Her chin-length dark hair in classic finger curls, her full lips naturally turned up at the corners and her eyes, far too blue. Her left eye, slightly crossed, sparkled, almost as if a tear was eternally trapped.
She was a beauty, Tomcat summarized, his hazel eyes fixated on the new visitor. Black dog had taken in the girl as well but had already returned to his mid-day slumber.
Moonyean reached for a phlox and brought it to her nose, filling her head with a scent that fiercely competed with her beauty.
Nearby, a tom emerged from the safety of the forest, followed by a few hens and their young. His low gurgling caught Moonyean's attention.
She waded through the wildflowers toward the forest's edge for a closer look but the birds, fleet footed, scampered away in single file.
Tomcat grinned like the Cheshire. Moonyean had walked out of the meadow, her petite figure exposed, no longer hidden by wildflowers.
She was exquisite, another welcome addition to the grove, Tomcat thought.
Her shoulders broad for such a petite frame, her waist a little thick, a bit of a tummy. Her complexion, a light tan, was blemish free except for a scar just above her left breast.
Tomcat's tail twitched as he looked on her breasts. Small yet full, her lightly tanned areoles perfect palettes for nipples that an artist couldn't have created any better.
Her mound was covered with a bit of fur, protecting her sex yet drawing attention to it.
Moonyean laughed, breaking silence, then clapped her hands to scatter the turkeys more.
Tomcat watched as Moonyean lingered, scanning the Mossy Grove landscape. Her eyes darted from the meadow to the forest and then finally resting on the bog, its surface so still, so mesmerizing.
She was sure she heard music. Her body jerked with a cold shudder. She forced her gaze away from the bog to the old shade tree that towered nearby. She instinctively knew it had plenty of stories to share.
https://youtu.be/jQZb4B2ZdDM
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Moonyean, the knuckles of her fists resting against her chin, her elbows propped on her thighs, sat staring into Tomcat's hazel eyes.
The girl and the cat in an old-fashioned staredown, neither one really knowing why or how it started. It just did.
Tomcat was frozen on his haunches, mired in her intoxicatingly wide blue eyes. The cat was still except for the occasional twitch of his tail against the backside of Black Dog, napping in the sun.
Every so often, the sun would tease the cat's eyes, a quick flash of intense light revealing green and gold sparkling flecks — a living kaleidoscope.
The two sat in silence without any spoken qualifiers.
Black Dog’s soft snores cushioned the silence, a relief really to the awkward quiet that was a rare occurrence in Mossy Grove.
Tomcat squinted when a sudden breeze parted a branch heavy with leaves bringing forth a rush of sunlight to his face.
Their gazes held. The air again still, Tomcat opened his eyes fully and Moonyean watched in awe as the hazel color faded, replaced with shadows, slowly forming into recognizable shapes.
Moonyean leaned in closer, blinked hard, and continued watching as the shapes became human. Naked couples enjoying each other sexually, pleasuring each other, their faces awash in ecstasy, their hands and mouths exploring erect flesh and soft openings.
Color faded to black and white, she watched trysts among wildflowers of the meadow, on the sandy shoreline of the bog, under the canopy of the shade tree and even on a stump.
Under the heat of the sun, the glow of the moon and even rainfall, the couples loved on each other so completely, so fully, their passion burned to the wick.
Moonyean watched as hearts became one, souls were united, destined to be together forever.
Moonyean looked away, suddenly overcome with the same intense emotion deeply felt by the couples she was watching. She put her face in her hands and sobbed, overwhelmed as her heart swelled with joy.
She heard the whispering, and looked up in the direction of the meadow. They stood among the tall wildflowers watching her. She was witness to each face, each one who had been part of Mossy Grove before her.
https://youtu.be/YiEJ8XGb6rI
The girl and the cat in an old-fashioned staredown, neither one really knowing why or how it started. It just did.
Tomcat was frozen on his haunches, mired in her intoxicatingly wide blue eyes. The cat was still except for the occasional twitch of his tail against the backside of Black Dog, napping in the sun.
Every so often, the sun would tease the cat's eyes, a quick flash of intense light revealing green and gold sparkling flecks — a living kaleidoscope.
The two sat in silence without any spoken qualifiers.
Black Dog’s soft snores cushioned the silence, a relief really to the awkward quiet that was a rare occurrence in Mossy Grove.
Tomcat squinted when a sudden breeze parted a branch heavy with leaves bringing forth a rush of sunlight to his face.
Their gazes held. The air again still, Tomcat opened his eyes fully and Moonyean watched in awe as the hazel color faded, replaced with shadows, slowly forming into recognizable shapes.
Moonyean leaned in closer, blinked hard, and continued watching as the shapes became human. Naked couples enjoying each other sexually, pleasuring each other, their faces awash in ecstasy, their hands and mouths exploring erect flesh and soft openings.
Color faded to black and white, she watched trysts among wildflowers of the meadow, on the sandy shoreline of the bog, under the canopy of the shade tree and even on a stump.
Under the heat of the sun, the glow of the moon and even rainfall, the couples loved on each other so completely, so fully, their passion burned to the wick.
Moonyean watched as hearts became one, souls were united, destined to be together forever.
Moonyean looked away, suddenly overcome with the same intense emotion deeply felt by the couples she was watching. She put her face in her hands and sobbed, overwhelmed as her heart swelled with joy.
She heard the whispering, and looked up in the direction of the meadow. They stood among the tall wildflowers watching her. She was witness to each face, each one who had been part of Mossy Grove before her.
https://youtu.be/YiEJ8XGb6rI
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Their faces were haunting, yet comforting. Distant, yet familiar. They were silent, yet real.
Moonyean, a bit frightened, took a few hesitant steps toward the meadow, but stopped when a cat suddenly appeared from the underbrush.
The feline, the color of butterscotch, kept a wary eye on Moonyean, slowly padding past her, then sprinting to Tomcat. The two cats became a tumble of fur, rolling on each other, nuzzling and licking each other’s face.
Moonyean smiled upon hearing the warm purring, a sweet sound in the grove.
A gust of wind swept past Moonyean, brushing her breasts, her nipples, with a hint of a feather. As her nipples tightened, Moonyean closed her eyes, thinking back to when she walked through the tall grasses of the meadow, their seedy plumes glancing her nipples with each step she took.
Another wind gust across her flesh was teasing her mound, the same feathery touch tickling her fuzz. Moonyean, feeling the tingle of pleasure in her sex, reached toward her mound, the fuzz, the tickle.
The gust pushed against her closed thighs in a persistent plea for her to open them, exposing her sex to be pleasured. Her sex, craving touch, throbbed with want.
Moonyean shyly looked over at the meadow, their faces were still on her. Her sex became ignited over and over by each face, with each gaze on her naked flesh.
The most beautiful woman, her auburn hair cascading over her own erect nipples, looked on Moonyean with kind eyes. She smiled and nodded, silently giving Moonyean the OK to go ahead and satisfy her sexual need.
Moonyean looked at the others, into their eyes and was overcome by the deep sexual desires of each.
Slumping to the earthern bed of soft moss, Moonyean opened her legs, allowing the greedy wind to sweep over and into the folds of her privates, swirling her clitoris and her breasts.
She felt the wind shift, tapping trails over the length of each pussy lip, teasing over and over, with quick dips into her hole. About to burst from pleasure, she heard herself cry out for the wind to touch her clitoris and send her over the edge.
Moonyean’s moans rivaled any purring. The cats, long quiet, laid together, their tails in a hypnotic dance.
They watched and listened as Moonyean climaxed in orgasm. Her sounds of ecstasy sent waves of sexual energy into the meadow stirring the pleasure points of those watching, prompting from them a chorus of soft murmurs.
https://youtu.be/ItavqJqq45k
Moonyean, a bit frightened, took a few hesitant steps toward the meadow, but stopped when a cat suddenly appeared from the underbrush.
The feline, the color of butterscotch, kept a wary eye on Moonyean, slowly padding past her, then sprinting to Tomcat. The two cats became a tumble of fur, rolling on each other, nuzzling and licking each other’s face.
Moonyean smiled upon hearing the warm purring, a sweet sound in the grove.
A gust of wind swept past Moonyean, brushing her breasts, her nipples, with a hint of a feather. As her nipples tightened, Moonyean closed her eyes, thinking back to when she walked through the tall grasses of the meadow, their seedy plumes glancing her nipples with each step she took.
Another wind gust across her flesh was teasing her mound, the same feathery touch tickling her fuzz. Moonyean, feeling the tingle of pleasure in her sex, reached toward her mound, the fuzz, the tickle.
The gust pushed against her closed thighs in a persistent plea for her to open them, exposing her sex to be pleasured. Her sex, craving touch, throbbed with want.
Moonyean shyly looked over at the meadow, their faces were still on her. Her sex became ignited over and over by each face, with each gaze on her naked flesh.
The most beautiful woman, her auburn hair cascading over her own erect nipples, looked on Moonyean with kind eyes. She smiled and nodded, silently giving Moonyean the OK to go ahead and satisfy her sexual need.
Moonyean looked at the others, into their eyes and was overcome by the deep sexual desires of each.
Slumping to the earthern bed of soft moss, Moonyean opened her legs, allowing the greedy wind to sweep over and into the folds of her privates, swirling her clitoris and her breasts.
She felt the wind shift, tapping trails over the length of each pussy lip, teasing over and over, with quick dips into her hole. About to burst from pleasure, she heard herself cry out for the wind to touch her clitoris and send her over the edge.
Moonyean’s moans rivaled any purring. The cats, long quiet, laid together, their tails in a hypnotic dance.
They watched and listened as Moonyean climaxed in orgasm. Her sounds of ecstasy sent waves of sexual energy into the meadow stirring the pleasure points of those watching, prompting from them a chorus of soft murmurs.
https://youtu.be/ItavqJqq45k
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JP: Moonyean, spot-on
Wolfman: tsk, tsk. no clothes in mossy grove
Wolfman: tsk, tsk. no clothes in mossy grove
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Tomcat and his lady cat nuzzled into the curve of Moonyean's buttocks as she lay on her side tracing paths in the soft moss with her fingers. Her face was flushed. Her flesh flashed an occasional sparkle as rays of sunshine danced off beads of perspiration.
Moonyean humming softly a lullaby she was familiar with, wasn't aware that the wind was appreciatively carrying her sweet tune on its draft throughout the still of a sleepy Mossy Grove.
Tickled by a zigzagging drop of sweat trailing down the nape of her neck, Moonyean jerked and rolled over on her back and onto the sleeping Tomcat and his lady cat.
A loud howl ensued and the cats, now on all fours, hightailed it to the meadow. Moonyean also on her feet, placed her hands on her hips, and with exaggerated steps and furrowed brow, stomped in play toward the meadow, tracking her feline friends.
Stepping into the meadow, the tall flowers brushed against her flesh, causing scattered sensations of touch over her body. Moonyean stopped and bent over to itch the tickle from a hard stem on her leg.
Her buttocks were round and firm, tanned and smooth, full and flawless. Her pussy lips slightly exposed, still swollen, wet patches of her orgasm visible.
Tomcat watched, crouched hidden in a dense patch of daisies, lifted his nose skyward and took in the exquisite smell of her sex. His tail twitched across the soft fur of his lady cat.
The felines watched as a delicate hand reached from within the wildflowers to caress the curve of Moonyean's perfect ass.
https://youtu.be/AcQjM7gV6mI
Moonyean humming softly a lullaby she was familiar with, wasn't aware that the wind was appreciatively carrying her sweet tune on its draft throughout the still of a sleepy Mossy Grove.
Tickled by a zigzagging drop of sweat trailing down the nape of her neck, Moonyean jerked and rolled over on her back and onto the sleeping Tomcat and his lady cat.
A loud howl ensued and the cats, now on all fours, hightailed it to the meadow. Moonyean also on her feet, placed her hands on her hips, and with exaggerated steps and furrowed brow, stomped in play toward the meadow, tracking her feline friends.
Stepping into the meadow, the tall flowers brushed against her flesh, causing scattered sensations of touch over her body. Moonyean stopped and bent over to itch the tickle from a hard stem on her leg.
Her buttocks were round and firm, tanned and smooth, full and flawless. Her pussy lips slightly exposed, still swollen, wet patches of her orgasm visible.
Tomcat watched, crouched hidden in a dense patch of daisies, lifted his nose skyward and took in the exquisite smell of her sex. His tail twitched across the soft fur of his lady cat.
The felines watched as a delicate hand reached from within the wildflowers to caress the curve of Moonyean's perfect ass.
https://youtu.be/AcQjM7gV6mI
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Moonyean froze, the touch to her flesh sending a rush of shivers up her spin.
This wasn't the touch of an errant wildflower stalk stirred by the wind brushing against her. This wasn't the touch of a butterfly, temporarily suspending its flight on her exposed globe.
This was human touch, a hand tracing over her buttock. Touch becoming more intentional as Moonyean stood bent over.
The touch remained delicate, not grasping or squeezing her flesh, but a gentle swirl, fingers tracing nondescript designs.
With each swirl, the hand moved closer to Moonyean’s sex, now ignited and throbbing craving the moment it would be touched.
Moonyean held her breath. She imagined how she was presented to the stranger. Bent over, her buttocks spread, framing her exposed slit, wet and pulsating, her lips ripe for plucking.
It was at that moment, the stranger's fingers found her hole, dipped into her juice and then to her clitoris.
Overcome, Moonyean fell forward to her knees, the explosion of pleasure lingering. A hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing gently.
The hand still on her shoulder, Moonyean turned and looked up.
A beautiful woman with eyes like her own was smiling at her. The woman’s other hand was resting on her belly, naked and full with child.
https://youtu.be/U1vTW5VAddY
This wasn't the touch of an errant wildflower stalk stirred by the wind brushing against her. This wasn't the touch of a butterfly, temporarily suspending its flight on her exposed globe.
This was human touch, a hand tracing over her buttock. Touch becoming more intentional as Moonyean stood bent over.
The touch remained delicate, not grasping or squeezing her flesh, but a gentle swirl, fingers tracing nondescript designs.
With each swirl, the hand moved closer to Moonyean’s sex, now ignited and throbbing craving the moment it would be touched.
Moonyean held her breath. She imagined how she was presented to the stranger. Bent over, her buttocks spread, framing her exposed slit, wet and pulsating, her lips ripe for plucking.
It was at that moment, the stranger's fingers found her hole, dipped into her juice and then to her clitoris.
Overcome, Moonyean fell forward to her knees, the explosion of pleasure lingering. A hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing gently.
The hand still on her shoulder, Moonyean turned and looked up.
A beautiful woman with eyes like her own was smiling at her. The woman’s other hand was resting on her belly, naked and full with child.
https://youtu.be/U1vTW5VAddY
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They spoke no words but Moonyean knew the beauty as Laura, who had walked into the water.
Moonyean was immediately mesmerized with the woman's physical beauty, her feminine features exaggerated to perfection by impending motherhood.
Her belly, full of life, soft yet firm, a natural landing place for ample breasts. Her nipples, thick and raised, were dark silhouettes on curved surfaces against the backdrop of a bright sun. Moonyean, eager to touch their rigidity, raised her finger toward the points but drew back.
Laura’s maternal essence was powerful and Moonyean felt every pulsating wave in her own sex.
Laura stood with the sun behind her, while the petite beauty's eyes caressed her flesh. She felt heat on her backside, incredibly matching the feeling inside her pussy.
Moonyean's gaze was now on Laura’s fuzzy mound. She leaned back and glanced tentatively up over Laura’s belly for a permission of sorts. Laura smiled, nodded and adjusted her stance just a bit wider.
Moonyean, her focus back on the puffy mound, traced the fuzz, taking time to twirl the longer hairs — a few of them damp — around her finger.
Moonyean, breathing in the smell of Laura, felt her own pussy twitch as her finger twirled so closely to Laura’s clitoris. Each twirl made the fuzz wetter, stickier and her smell incredibly intoxicating.
Laura’s long moan urged for more intimate touch.
With her thumbs, Moonyean separated the puffy folds, revealing wet flesh and an exposed clitoris bud released from its hiding place. Moonyean felt a tender wind flash over her hands.
Laura moaned as Moonyean felt her own sex pleasured. Moonyean leaned in, licking Laura’s clitoris with quick movements that kept pace with what was stimulating her own sex.
They soared higher and higher until they pierced the heavens with climaxes so intense. Their sounds without any words heralded their orgasms.
Their chests heaving, they looked at each other and smiled.
A sudden hissing sound from above drew their attention skyward. A meteor flashed across the bright sky.
Captain Kirk in space again, Moonyean spoke, breaking the silence.
https://youtu.be/nBLSBMHvj6M
and now, i shall masturbate
Moonyean was immediately mesmerized with the woman's physical beauty, her feminine features exaggerated to perfection by impending motherhood.
Her belly, full of life, soft yet firm, a natural landing place for ample breasts. Her nipples, thick and raised, were dark silhouettes on curved surfaces against the backdrop of a bright sun. Moonyean, eager to touch their rigidity, raised her finger toward the points but drew back.
Laura’s maternal essence was powerful and Moonyean felt every pulsating wave in her own sex.
Laura stood with the sun behind her, while the petite beauty's eyes caressed her flesh. She felt heat on her backside, incredibly matching the feeling inside her pussy.
Moonyean's gaze was now on Laura’s fuzzy mound. She leaned back and glanced tentatively up over Laura’s belly for a permission of sorts. Laura smiled, nodded and adjusted her stance just a bit wider.
Moonyean, her focus back on the puffy mound, traced the fuzz, taking time to twirl the longer hairs — a few of them damp — around her finger.
Moonyean, breathing in the smell of Laura, felt her own pussy twitch as her finger twirled so closely to Laura’s clitoris. Each twirl made the fuzz wetter, stickier and her smell incredibly intoxicating.
Laura’s long moan urged for more intimate touch.
With her thumbs, Moonyean separated the puffy folds, revealing wet flesh and an exposed clitoris bud released from its hiding place. Moonyean felt a tender wind flash over her hands.
Laura moaned as Moonyean felt her own sex pleasured. Moonyean leaned in, licking Laura’s clitoris with quick movements that kept pace with what was stimulating her own sex.
They soared higher and higher until they pierced the heavens with climaxes so intense. Their sounds without any words heralded their orgasms.
Their chests heaving, they looked at each other and smiled.
A sudden hissing sound from above drew their attention skyward. A meteor flashed across the bright sky.
Captain Kirk in space again, Moonyean spoke, breaking the silence.
https://youtu.be/nBLSBMHvj6M
and now, i shall masturbate
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Moonyean sat crosslegged on the old stump among the wildflowers. She was lost in a daydream.
A wind gust violently shook the leaves in treetops high, creating a sound that mimicked wind chimes.
Startled, Moonyean turned her gaze upward toward the heavens away from the hypnotic sway of the grass plumes.
A crystalline chandelier hanging from the sky was sending brilliant flashes of jagged light earthbound.
The sky was turning purple, darkening, as the chandelier light was extinguished. Creation was stilled, covered in a mourning cloak.
The yellow butterfly, barely visible, circled Moonyean a few times, ignoring her outreached hand before soaring upward.
Moonyean watched as the sky cracked open, revealing a rush of psychedelic color melding perfectly.
The most beautiful jem, much like the grandest star, was commanding in the dark sky. Illuminated by a source from within, the jem was casting light on hundreds of treble and bass notes gettin' together.
Moonyean watched as the musical notes ushered the sparkling jem into the narrow gateway of heaven. She longed for the tear to remain open, the psychedelic colors to linger, to comfort her like an old friend.
I feel so lonely, Moonyean wailed.
The sky closed. It was a while before the mourning cloak was lifted over the land.
https://youtu.be/kqxfWngVhBM
https://youtu.be/Gjb_3uguxE0
https://youtu.be/gURTgnaogA0
https://youtu.be/s-7s6cKqoiE
rest in peace, friend
A wind gust violently shook the leaves in treetops high, creating a sound that mimicked wind chimes.
Startled, Moonyean turned her gaze upward toward the heavens away from the hypnotic sway of the grass plumes.
A crystalline chandelier hanging from the sky was sending brilliant flashes of jagged light earthbound.
The sky was turning purple, darkening, as the chandelier light was extinguished. Creation was stilled, covered in a mourning cloak.
The yellow butterfly, barely visible, circled Moonyean a few times, ignoring her outreached hand before soaring upward.
Moonyean watched as the sky cracked open, revealing a rush of psychedelic color melding perfectly.
The most beautiful jem, much like the grandest star, was commanding in the dark sky. Illuminated by a source from within, the jem was casting light on hundreds of treble and bass notes gettin' together.
Moonyean watched as the musical notes ushered the sparkling jem into the narrow gateway of heaven. She longed for the tear to remain open, the psychedelic colors to linger, to comfort her like an old friend.
I feel so lonely, Moonyean wailed.
The sky closed. It was a while before the mourning cloak was lifted over the land.
https://youtu.be/kqxfWngVhBM
https://youtu.be/Gjb_3uguxE0
https://youtu.be/gURTgnaogA0
https://youtu.be/s-7s6cKqoiE
rest in peace, friend
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Moonyean woke to the night sky, the deepest of purples, so dark yet punctured with thousands of lights bright and faint. As her eyes became accustomed to the depth of this never-ending cosmic ceiling, she saw hints of faraway galaxies, teasing her with glorious color and patterns.
The warmth of the hot summer night cradled Moonyean as she lay still in the soft moss of the grove, her nakedness open to the sky, listening to the back and forth calls of mated barred owls. The strum of the green frog at the bog’s edge occasionally pierced the quiet.
Moonyean favored the night sounds that kept her company while she watched the sky. She found Polaris, which guided her to her favorite constellation Cassiopeia, brilliantly shining in the northeast sky. The five stars in their perfect formation, each winking for her attention.
Wish upon a star, Moonyean whispered, then rested her hand on her stomach, and rubbed slightly.
The Starman appeared, his smile wide from above. His star of the five glowing particularly brilliant, his star throbbing noticeably.
Moonyean raised her hand in a shy wave, whispered hello and returned his smile. She felt her nipples tighten.
She watched as the Starman wrote in starlight, his penmanship perfect, most heavenly. With each stroke, as each letter was completed, Moonyean’s sex awakened. Her pussy was ignited, and she felt the slight gush of wet against her lips.
Touch yourself, Moonyean, he wrote.
Then added, for me.
— inspired by him
https://youtu.be/bJO97AKDgH0
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
️ ️ ️
The warmth of the hot summer night cradled Moonyean as she lay still in the soft moss of the grove, her nakedness open to the sky, listening to the back and forth calls of mated barred owls. The strum of the green frog at the bog’s edge occasionally pierced the quiet.
Moonyean favored the night sounds that kept her company while she watched the sky. She found Polaris, which guided her to her favorite constellation Cassiopeia, brilliantly shining in the northeast sky. The five stars in their perfect formation, each winking for her attention.
Wish upon a star, Moonyean whispered, then rested her hand on her stomach, and rubbed slightly.
The Starman appeared, his smile wide from above. His star of the five glowing particularly brilliant, his star throbbing noticeably.
Moonyean raised her hand in a shy wave, whispered hello and returned his smile. She felt her nipples tighten.
She watched as the Starman wrote in starlight, his penmanship perfect, most heavenly. With each stroke, as each letter was completed, Moonyean’s sex awakened. Her pussy was ignited, and she felt the slight gush of wet against her lips.
Touch yourself, Moonyean, he wrote.
Then added, for me.
— inspired by him
https://youtu.be/bJO97AKDgH0
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
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I have begun to awaken after a long sleep. My sands are restless. It's been too long since I feasted.
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Moonyean's pussy surged with ache for release.
His message lingered, written in light on the dark canvas of the deep sky. His words were a request, a demand, a most welcomed gift.
The alpha star of the constellation had stepped forward to capture her attention, her sex, her pleasure.
Touch yourself, Moonyean. For me, she whispered twice before reaching for her sex, her most private place yearning for touch.
Moonyean's finger touched her clitoris, sending another surge of pleasure through her body. She tenderly rubbed her bud, and soon her hips mimicked the waves of exquisite sensation that was building.
The Starman grew brighter, an orange hue pulsating throughout the constellation, growing in size and casting its glow on Moonyean's nakedness as she lay in the moss, her legs open, her fingers circling her clitoris.
The orange glow lowered and dipped beneath the waters of the bog bringing up with it the softest silt from the bottom.
Moonyean watched the glow cover her body and instantly felt another force on her clitoris. Gasping, Moonyean lifted her hand, allowing the Starman control.
One thousand fingers danced on her body and her sex, massaging every part of her flesh with soft mud. One thousand fingers vibrated her pussy with soft swirling mud electrifying every pleasure point. Each fold, each lip, each hole was tended.
Moonyean lay in ecstasy, moaning in pleasure, her flesh twitching as her aerolas tightened, highlighting sharp ridges and constellations of starry points on dark circles.
Pleased by the reaction of her aerolas, the Starman turned his attention to her erect nipples, playing with her receptive points with rapid swirls of the tiniest silt particles.
Moonyean whimpered as her Starman took her higher and higher. Her hips gyrating with each surge taking her closer to the top. Her body heaving with each involuntary shudder, the result of a direct connection from her nipples to her pussy.
She groaned her desire to her cosmic lover, opened her eyes temporarily and cried out. The other four stars were watching her, each glowing brighter than before and each throbbing.
The beta star, not as bright as alpha Starman but brighter than the others, begin writing his own demand.
As each word was completed, Moonyean, on the verge of climax, gasped each one out loud as it was written.
Open your sweet pussy wider and cum
The message dangled in starlight from deep space above the naked girl on the cusp of orgasm, her pussy fully opened to an audience of a thousand galaxies.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.
️️️
His message lingered, written in light on the dark canvas of the deep sky. His words were a request, a demand, a most welcomed gift.
The alpha star of the constellation had stepped forward to capture her attention, her sex, her pleasure.
Touch yourself, Moonyean. For me, she whispered twice before reaching for her sex, her most private place yearning for touch.
Moonyean's finger touched her clitoris, sending another surge of pleasure through her body. She tenderly rubbed her bud, and soon her hips mimicked the waves of exquisite sensation that was building.
The Starman grew brighter, an orange hue pulsating throughout the constellation, growing in size and casting its glow on Moonyean's nakedness as she lay in the moss, her legs open, her fingers circling her clitoris.
The orange glow lowered and dipped beneath the waters of the bog bringing up with it the softest silt from the bottom.
Moonyean watched the glow cover her body and instantly felt another force on her clitoris. Gasping, Moonyean lifted her hand, allowing the Starman control.
One thousand fingers danced on her body and her sex, massaging every part of her flesh with soft mud. One thousand fingers vibrated her pussy with soft swirling mud electrifying every pleasure point. Each fold, each lip, each hole was tended.
Moonyean lay in ecstasy, moaning in pleasure, her flesh twitching as her aerolas tightened, highlighting sharp ridges and constellations of starry points on dark circles.
Pleased by the reaction of her aerolas, the Starman turned his attention to her erect nipples, playing with her receptive points with rapid swirls of the tiniest silt particles.
Moonyean whimpered as her Starman took her higher and higher. Her hips gyrating with each surge taking her closer to the top. Her body heaving with each involuntary shudder, the result of a direct connection from her nipples to her pussy.
She groaned her desire to her cosmic lover, opened her eyes temporarily and cried out. The other four stars were watching her, each glowing brighter than before and each throbbing.
The beta star, not as bright as alpha Starman but brighter than the others, begin writing his own demand.
As each word was completed, Moonyean, on the verge of climax, gasped each one out loud as it was written.
Open your sweet pussy wider and cum
The message dangled in starlight from deep space above the naked girl on the cusp of orgasm, her pussy fully opened to an audience of a thousand galaxies.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.
️️️
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The night sky over Mossy Grove glistened with immeasurable points of light. Some were self-illuminators that made up centuries-old constellations named by astronomers while others happily hung out by themselves. Others were solid or gaseous globes, illuminated by the sun star.
In particular, the large planet Jupiter sagged low in the sky, its striations of yellows, white, browns and reds like opaque glass marbles. A giant spinning storm -- a great red spot -- disrupted the continuity of the planet's stripes.
Nearby in the sky, Earth's moon was full, its energy at its peak, demanding all creation take notice.
The woman lay sleeping under the stars, her naked body cradled in the moon’s brilliant rays. She was on her side, nestled among the soft moss that grew on a dry stream bed waiting for rain. Her hands on top of each other, pressed under her cheek. Her back rounded, her knees drawn toward her chest.
The visible heavens celebrated above her. The stars, rivals for her attention. The moon was particularly dominate this night but Jupiter, the god of the sky, was making a play. Moonyean was favored by the celestial kingdom, her sexual essence an ever present draw
As she lay sleeping, clouds began marching across the sky, slowly obstructing the many galaxies of stars and soon, the full moon and all its brilliance.
A flash of light lit the landscape of Mossy Grove, startling night-time creatures. A fat raccoon at pond side washing its catch. A buck and his doe grazing in the meadow. A colony of bats over the bog feasting on flying insects.
And the sleeping Moonyean, who opened her eyes just as a clap of thunder shook her earthen bed. Frightened, she pulled her knees closer to her chest and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of another light flash and thunder boom.
A warm wave of heat pushed against her backside and then wrapped her shaking body in a secure cocoon. Moonyean felt her anxiety melt into the strong presence that enveloped her body.
She opened her eyes just in time to watch an eagle, a lightning bolt in its talon, fly earthward as the sky flickered with light. The eagle swooped into the giant oak tree near the bog and disappeared.
Moonyean’s protector was now more than a warm, secure feeling. She could feel a physical form pressed against and around her.
She reached back with her arm and brushed against hairy flesh. Drawing in her breath, she began to explore with her hand, touching purposefully parts of a well-defined muscular man, his fur soft.
As she touched, she felt his hot breath, pleasured, against her neck.
It wasn’t long before her fingers touched a stiff strong rod that trembled under her touch. His cock, fully erect.
He moaned and kissed her neck, then whispered into her ear.
My beautiful goddess Moonyean. I’m Jove, father of the sky. I’ve come to make you mine.
for him, inspired by him
https://youtu.be/ChKJSfJXH_A
glorious five-hour lullaby or lovemaking session.
In particular, the large planet Jupiter sagged low in the sky, its striations of yellows, white, browns and reds like opaque glass marbles. A giant spinning storm -- a great red spot -- disrupted the continuity of the planet's stripes.
Nearby in the sky, Earth's moon was full, its energy at its peak, demanding all creation take notice.
The woman lay sleeping under the stars, her naked body cradled in the moon’s brilliant rays. She was on her side, nestled among the soft moss that grew on a dry stream bed waiting for rain. Her hands on top of each other, pressed under her cheek. Her back rounded, her knees drawn toward her chest.
The visible heavens celebrated above her. The stars, rivals for her attention. The moon was particularly dominate this night but Jupiter, the god of the sky, was making a play. Moonyean was favored by the celestial kingdom, her sexual essence an ever present draw
As she lay sleeping, clouds began marching across the sky, slowly obstructing the many galaxies of stars and soon, the full moon and all its brilliance.
A flash of light lit the landscape of Mossy Grove, startling night-time creatures. A fat raccoon at pond side washing its catch. A buck and his doe grazing in the meadow. A colony of bats over the bog feasting on flying insects.
And the sleeping Moonyean, who opened her eyes just as a clap of thunder shook her earthen bed. Frightened, she pulled her knees closer to her chest and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of another light flash and thunder boom.
A warm wave of heat pushed against her backside and then wrapped her shaking body in a secure cocoon. Moonyean felt her anxiety melt into the strong presence that enveloped her body.
She opened her eyes just in time to watch an eagle, a lightning bolt in its talon, fly earthward as the sky flickered with light. The eagle swooped into the giant oak tree near the bog and disappeared.
Moonyean’s protector was now more than a warm, secure feeling. She could feel a physical form pressed against and around her.
She reached back with her arm and brushed against hairy flesh. Drawing in her breath, she began to explore with her hand, touching purposefully parts of a well-defined muscular man, his fur soft.
As she touched, she felt his hot breath, pleasured, against her neck.
It wasn’t long before her fingers touched a stiff strong rod that trembled under her touch. His cock, fully erect.
He moaned and kissed her neck, then whispered into her ear.
My beautiful goddess Moonyean. I’m Jove, father of the sky. I’ve come to make you mine.
for him, inspired by him
https://youtu.be/ChKJSfJXH_A
glorious five-hour lullaby or lovemaking session.
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His intention barely uttered, she felt his fingers press into her pussy, against the warmth of the soft flesh of her well. Moonyean tightened her muscles, clamping his fingers with her pussy flesh, flaunting how she would massage his celestial cock if given the chance.
Jove sat up, bringing Moonyean with him, his fingers never leaving her sweet pussy. He cradled her between his open thighs, his cock resting against her backside. She leaned back comfortably against his chest, his mouth at her neck.
Jove pumped her pussy with ease, his fingers gliding inside her slick sex. His fingers slowed, deliberately sliding from her pussy to her clitoris and the back again.
Moonyean was silent except for the few moans that escaped her lips. She watched Jove’s sky, still brilliant with light even with scattered clouds. The lights, sparkles of tiny clapping hands, were her audience, applauding her pleasure.
The father of the sky was bringing her to orgasm. She was the star of this show.
Jove continued to pleasure the earthen girl who soon would climax at his hand and in his arms.
Moonyean, her head resting against her celestial lover, heard him speak to a cloud, ordering it to produce rain, each drop was to pleasure her sexually.
Moonyean felt the light touch of a cool drip on each of her needy nipples, a welcomed rhythmic dance on her points. She felt her aerolas tighten in response. A surge of sexual electricity to her clitoris nearly sent her over the edge.
Jove withdrew his fingers from her sex and the dance of raindrops took over, tapping her clitoris.
Jove guided Moonyean’s jaw and drew her face up to his hungry mouth and began kissing her deeply.
Raindrops danced on her neck, merging into a rivulet that trailed between her breasts, over her stomach, then gathering in her furry mound. The tickle was pleasurable.
Jove’s fingers were back at her pussy.
Moonyean raised her arms and reached behind Jove’s head, gripping his hair in urgency as her body pushed against his. His hard cock was pressed into her back. Raindrops were steady on her nipples.
Parting from her mouth, Jove whispered into her ear.
Cum, my goddess, cum.
Moonyean tumbled over the edge, her orgasm soaring and unfurling like the petals of a nighttime flower. As her cries reached the heavens, the night sky felt pleasure and the Jupiter planet wobbled in its orbit.
still
https://youtu.be/ajgeaOt_HTQ
Jove sat up, bringing Moonyean with him, his fingers never leaving her sweet pussy. He cradled her between his open thighs, his cock resting against her backside. She leaned back comfortably against his chest, his mouth at her neck.
Jove pumped her pussy with ease, his fingers gliding inside her slick sex. His fingers slowed, deliberately sliding from her pussy to her clitoris and the back again.
Moonyean was silent except for the few moans that escaped her lips. She watched Jove’s sky, still brilliant with light even with scattered clouds. The lights, sparkles of tiny clapping hands, were her audience, applauding her pleasure.
The father of the sky was bringing her to orgasm. She was the star of this show.
Jove continued to pleasure the earthen girl who soon would climax at his hand and in his arms.
Moonyean, her head resting against her celestial lover, heard him speak to a cloud, ordering it to produce rain, each drop was to pleasure her sexually.
Moonyean felt the light touch of a cool drip on each of her needy nipples, a welcomed rhythmic dance on her points. She felt her aerolas tighten in response. A surge of sexual electricity to her clitoris nearly sent her over the edge.
Jove withdrew his fingers from her sex and the dance of raindrops took over, tapping her clitoris.
Jove guided Moonyean’s jaw and drew her face up to his hungry mouth and began kissing her deeply.
Raindrops danced on her neck, merging into a rivulet that trailed between her breasts, over her stomach, then gathering in her furry mound. The tickle was pleasurable.
Jove’s fingers were back at her pussy.
Moonyean raised her arms and reached behind Jove’s head, gripping his hair in urgency as her body pushed against his. His hard cock was pressed into her back. Raindrops were steady on her nipples.
Parting from her mouth, Jove whispered into her ear.
Cum, my goddess, cum.
Moonyean tumbled over the edge, her orgasm soaring and unfurling like the petals of a nighttime flower. As her cries reached the heavens, the night sky felt pleasure and the Jupiter planet wobbled in its orbit.
still
https://youtu.be/ajgeaOt_HTQ
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His intention barely uttered, she felt his fingers press into her pussy, against the warmth of the soft flesh of her well. Moonyean tightened her muscles, clamping his fingers with her pussy flesh, flaunting how she would massage his celestial cock if given the chance.
Jove sat up, bringing Moonyean with him, his fingers never leaving her sweet pussy. He cradled her between his open thighs, his cock resting against her backside. She leaned back comfortably against his chest, his mouth at her neck.
Jove pumped her pussy with ease, his fingers gliding inside her slick sex. His fingers slowed, deliberately sliding from her pussy to her clitoris and the back again.
Moonyean was silent except for the few moans that escaped her lips. She watched Jove’s sky, still brilliant with light even with scattered clouds. The lights, sparkles of tiny clapping hands, were her audience, applauding her pleasure.
The father of the sky was bringing her to orgasm. She was the star of this show.
Jove continued to pleasure the earthen girl who soon would climax at his hand and in his arms.
Moonyean, her head resting against her celestial lover, heard him speak to a cloud, ordering it to produce rain, each drop was to pleasure her sexually.
Moonyean felt the light touch of a cool drip on each of her needy nipples, a welcomed rhythmic dance on her points. She felt her aerolas tighten in response. A surge of sexual electricity to her clitoris nearly sent her over the edge.
Jove withdrew his fingers from her sex and the dance of raindrops took over, tapping her clitoris.
Jove guided Moonyean’s jaw and drew her face up to his hungry mouth and began kissing her deeply.
Raindrops danced on her neck, merging into a rivulet that trailed between her breasts, over her stomach, then gathering in her furry mound. The tickle was pleasurable.
Jove’s fingers were back at her pussy.
Moonyean raised her arms and reached behind Jove’s head, gripping his hair in urgency as her body pushed against his. His hard cock was pressed into her back. Raindrops were steady on her nipples.
Parting from her mouth, Jove whispered into her ear.
Cum, my goddess, cum.
Moonyean tumbled over the edge, her orgasm soaring and unfurling like the petals of a nighttime flower. As her cries reached the heavens, the night sky felt pleasure and the Jupiter planet wobbled in its orbit.
still
https://youtu.be/ajgeaOt_HTQ
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Moonyean lay exhausted watching the night sky as it quivered and recovered slowly from the orgasmic shift that had just rattled the cosmos.
She watched as stars flashed bright then dimmed, popping like old-time flash bulbs, as her own sex was settling down.
Jove's hand was placed protectively over his earthern girl's pussy, the warmth of her flesh now prominent instead of the spasms of her orgasm he had just felt.
The Jupiter planet had settled as well, its ring of dust contained, its many moons in their rotations.
A brilliant chariot, guided by four black stallions, rushed from the dust, making its way toward the couple. Alarmed, Moonyean turned her back to the charging horses and clung to Jove's shoulders, her face buried as deeply as possible in his furred chest.
The chariot and stallions now silent and still on the earth’s surface, Jove swept up Moonyean effortlessly, placing her with him in the seat and soon they were skyward, journeying to the center of the cosmos for a play date with Jupiter.
Jove clung tightly to his Moonyean, a hand gripping each buttock. His cock, erect and hard since he first touched her, was against her pussy, intent on finding its way into her hole.
As the traveled the sky, lights of the night became streaming bands of color against the dark vastness of space.
Moonyean raised her head and looked up at Jove, his beard so generous, his eyes dark and looking into hers. She lifted herself from his chest and hesitated before looking down at what was jabbing at her sex.
His thick cock, the strongest she had ever seen, was fitting for Jove, the father of the sky. She watched as it throbbed against her pussy, its raised veins snaking their way to his dripping cockhead.
Moonyean felt her pussy jump, awaken again. She felt her nipples tighten, and was delighted they were erect, jiggling them against the hair on Jove’s chest.
Moonyean looked up again at Jove, expecting a smile. His eyes stern, his mouth in a slight frown. He was desperate for her, for release.
I'm going to take you, Moonyean, and fill your hole, splashing it with the essence of the universe.
The giant Jupiter neared, its dust rings revealing moons of fire and ice. As they passed the brightest moon, Jove's cock was especially prominent.
Mesmerized, Moonyean touched its veins, following cushioned ridges along the shaft, stopping to pet the underside of the cap.
Jove's body jumped and he bellowed a low pleasured groan just as Moonyean surrounded his engorged cockhead with the soft flesh of her mouth.
We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The Earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great god Mars
As we travel through the universe
Planet Caravan songwriters: Ward|Butler|Iommi|Osborne
She watched as stars flashed bright then dimmed, popping like old-time flash bulbs, as her own sex was settling down.
Jove's hand was placed protectively over his earthern girl's pussy, the warmth of her flesh now prominent instead of the spasms of her orgasm he had just felt.
The Jupiter planet had settled as well, its ring of dust contained, its many moons in their rotations.
A brilliant chariot, guided by four black stallions, rushed from the dust, making its way toward the couple. Alarmed, Moonyean turned her back to the charging horses and clung to Jove's shoulders, her face buried as deeply as possible in his furred chest.
The chariot and stallions now silent and still on the earth’s surface, Jove swept up Moonyean effortlessly, placing her with him in the seat and soon they were skyward, journeying to the center of the cosmos for a play date with Jupiter.
Jove clung tightly to his Moonyean, a hand gripping each buttock. His cock, erect and hard since he first touched her, was against her pussy, intent on finding its way into her hole.
As the traveled the sky, lights of the night became streaming bands of color against the dark vastness of space.
Moonyean raised her head and looked up at Jove, his beard so generous, his eyes dark and looking into hers. She lifted herself from his chest and hesitated before looking down at what was jabbing at her sex.
His thick cock, the strongest she had ever seen, was fitting for Jove, the father of the sky. She watched as it throbbed against her pussy, its raised veins snaking their way to his dripping cockhead.
Moonyean felt her pussy jump, awaken again. She felt her nipples tighten, and was delighted they were erect, jiggling them against the hair on Jove’s chest.
Moonyean looked up again at Jove, expecting a smile. His eyes stern, his mouth in a slight frown. He was desperate for her, for release.
I'm going to take you, Moonyean, and fill your hole, splashing it with the essence of the universe.
The giant Jupiter neared, its dust rings revealing moons of fire and ice. As they passed the brightest moon, Jove's cock was especially prominent.
Mesmerized, Moonyean touched its veins, following cushioned ridges along the shaft, stopping to pet the underside of the cap.
Jove's body jumped and he bellowed a low pleasured groan just as Moonyean surrounded his engorged cockhead with the soft flesh of her mouth.
We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The Earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great god Mars
As we travel through the universe
Planet Caravan songwriters: Ward|Butler|Iommi|Osborne
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Mother moon, high in the sky and keeping an eye on her immediate heavens, cast a warm glow over a calm Mossy Grove.
Above, the heavens were abuzz. The father of the sky had claimed an earthen girl as his and talk was of a new goddess, perhaps.
In a near gallop, Tomcat rushed out from the tall flowers of the meadow, his lady cat just behind. His nose high in the air, the moonlight revealed the golden flecks usually buried deeply in his hazel eyes.
The scent was hypnotic. Her scent. Moonyean’s scent. Her pussy had just released its sweet nectar and the delicious aroma still hung heavily over Mossy Grove. Tomcat couldn’t drink it in fast enough and soon was rolling in the moss where she had laid. His lady cat, also overcome by the exquisite smell, was purring and rubbing against his gray fur.
The felines, tumbled together, were soon drawn to the sky, allowed to witness the source of their pleasure. No mortal was meant to see such wonder.
Her human mouth was wrapped around the cockhead of the celestial god, sucking his swollen cap, pulling it inside with her eager tongue and then pushing it out. A rhythmic motion that mimicked waves drawn to the ocean beach.
She paid special attention to his rim, swirling her tongue around and below, and again, each time higher, then each time lower.
Jove was on his back, his dark curled locks partly covering his pleasured face. His midnight beard moved with each low groan from his lips.
Her lips were plump and wet and her cheeks flushed. Her tongue found his slit, then quickly moved down and away, only to return again to drive him mad with pleasure.
The felines watched, awestruck by her complete attention to his cock, prominent with veins of lightning bolts and oh so ready to cum.
Jove’s body was already shaking, overcome by her energy and his near release, when Moonyean tapped his ass hole with her finger, sending a ripple of exquisite delight surging through his shaft.
Jove let out a thunderous shout as he orgasmed, the heavens flashing with a blinding white light. His seed spilled, flowing like a river through the stars. Thunder shook the sky and stars were jostled from their places.
Down below Tomcat and his lady cat were wide-eyed and up on their haunches as the sky flashed a brilliant white and then dimmed. The ground shook violently, then simmered.
Mother moon, shakened a bit by his release, settled again, her glow steady on the grove.
https://youtu.be/7kfYOGndVfU
Above, the heavens were abuzz. The father of the sky had claimed an earthen girl as his and talk was of a new goddess, perhaps.
In a near gallop, Tomcat rushed out from the tall flowers of the meadow, his lady cat just behind. His nose high in the air, the moonlight revealed the golden flecks usually buried deeply in his hazel eyes.
The scent was hypnotic. Her scent. Moonyean’s scent. Her pussy had just released its sweet nectar and the delicious aroma still hung heavily over Mossy Grove. Tomcat couldn’t drink it in fast enough and soon was rolling in the moss where she had laid. His lady cat, also overcome by the exquisite smell, was purring and rubbing against his gray fur.
The felines, tumbled together, were soon drawn to the sky, allowed to witness the source of their pleasure. No mortal was meant to see such wonder.
Her human mouth was wrapped around the cockhead of the celestial god, sucking his swollen cap, pulling it inside with her eager tongue and then pushing it out. A rhythmic motion that mimicked waves drawn to the ocean beach.
She paid special attention to his rim, swirling her tongue around and below, and again, each time higher, then each time lower.
Jove was on his back, his dark curled locks partly covering his pleasured face. His midnight beard moved with each low groan from his lips.
Her lips were plump and wet and her cheeks flushed. Her tongue found his slit, then quickly moved down and away, only to return again to drive him mad with pleasure.
The felines watched, awestruck by her complete attention to his cock, prominent with veins of lightning bolts and oh so ready to cum.
Jove’s body was already shaking, overcome by her energy and his near release, when Moonyean tapped his ass hole with her finger, sending a ripple of exquisite delight surging through his shaft.
Jove let out a thunderous shout as he orgasmed, the heavens flashing with a blinding white light. His seed spilled, flowing like a river through the stars. Thunder shook the sky and stars were jostled from their places.
Down below Tomcat and his lady cat were wide-eyed and up on their haunches as the sky flashed a brilliant white and then dimmed. The ground shook violently, then simmered.
Mother moon, shakened a bit by his release, settled again, her glow steady on the grove.
https://youtu.be/7kfYOGndVfU
