The Offering Part 1

You sit there, naked, next to the fire. The horseshoe of RV’s and tents to your back, the woods to your front. The contrast of modern comforts to the semi wild of the trees, scrub brushes, and rocks hits you sharply as you begin to ponder what is in store for you in the next few hours.

Last night was fun, but you did drink too much, fucked too much, and you are tired. You see your friends and acquaintances move around the site as you continue to drink water, hydrating, and being present next to the fire. The afternoon is cooling off finally. The sun beginning to set behind the trees and a slight breeze picking up, almost as if clearing away the night before. You think about last night. It was hot. It was sexy. This group of amorous people, kissing each other, swapping energy, couples disappearing, the sounds of sex throughout the night. Hell, when you woke up to pee near dawn you saw one of the husbands doggy styling another’s wife by the glowing embers from last night. You can feel the soreness in your pussy thinking about the man who hammered you last night. You wanted to be taken, to give in, but it did not happen. In a weird way, his selfishness in taking you felt off. Yes, it felt good, but even his big cock, bigger than most, was kind of hollow, not all that much different than using a vibrator.

You begin to wonder what tonight will hold, will you chase another dream, attempting to feel that deep connection that fills the hole in your soul. You know that alcohol will not fill that hold, nor will the pot edibles, both just dull the need and let you chase that fulfillment in physical touch.

The thing that excites you, tempts you, and stirs you for tonight is what he said earlier today. He grabbed your arm. He pulled you to him, spun you around, and then forcefully and gently at the same time pressed you against the wall of the RV. You still remember his presence, his aura overtaking you, more connection and energy in that one minute than all of last night as you passed yourself around attempting to please others. You catapult yourself back to that moment, his hand flat against your chest, his other hand moving up and slowly moving your hair out of your eyes. His eyes gaze into yours, piercing you, you want to look away from the intensity but cannot. He has taken possession of you in this moment. You feel his hand gently slide down your cheek. The roughness and manliness of his hands contrasting the softness of his action. His hand stops at the nape of your neck, his fingers rests at the back of your neck and his thumb applies slight pressure to your throat, making your breath go away slightly. It is not dangerous or scary, just enough that you value the next breath.

He takes his eyes off you and moves to whisper in your ear. You fell the heat of his breath. You smell him, the musk of him overpowering your nose.

*God I want him. Where were you last night?*

You feel his voice more than hear it. “As the sun goes tonight. Stay present. Things you want may appear.” He moves back up and stares into your eyes again. Your knees are weak. You want him to touch you so bad. “Drink water” he says as he turns around and walks away, disappearing into the woods. You feel your pussy becoming wet.

Your flashback ends as the flickering of the flames bring you back to the now. You can tell that it is nearing dinner time. Your need to help, to be a good girl, to be additive to the group takes over. You finish your water and rise to help out. You see the men being men, drinking and cooking the food. The women being women and prepping for the feast. Laughter fills the air as most of them have been drinking all day. As you do the chores that need doing you kind of notice that your two closest girlfriends here do not seem to be drunk or drinking. It kind of surprises you but you disregard it as they are probably just waiting to get started as they also partied hard last night. You blend into the group, enjoying the company, enjoying the food. You keep looking for him and he is not there. A part of you is empty without him there. You acknowledge that you care for him but it is not romantic love but it is love. A comfort his presence provides, a zone where you can let go and be true. You adore him for that gift even more than his touch and pleasure he has given you. But you have learned some things about him. If he is not here, there is a reason, you may not understand it, but you know there is one. You turn back to the group, eating and drinking, wondering what is next.

After the meal and the cleanup, most of the group is sitting next to the fire. Your two closest friends come sit on either side of you. The are not your best friends, but you do really enjoy their company, they have brought you pleasure as you have explored new sides to you, and while they do not push your limits, they have supported you as you have explored. The brunette, to your left, rests her hand on your thigh. Her gentle touch warms you. She reaches over and gently kisses you on the lips and moves to hugging you. You feel the softness of her embrace and you feel so peaceful. You feel the blonde to your right place her hand on your thigh. Your right hand reaches down and your fingers intertwine. You move from the brunette to her and kiss her slightly on the lips and embrace her as well. A feeling of sisterhood comes over you, a comfort level, a safety and slightly erotic feeling. Both of your friends stand up. The reach their hands down to pull you up. The brunette says, “Come with us”. They both walk in front of you, leading the way into the trees.

You walk down a well worn path. A bit off to the side, you see a small flickering light that y’all begin heading to. You have no idea where things are headed, slight apprehension and nervousness comes over you, but you embrace the trust of these two. When you get to the flickering light, you see that it is a stand alone tiki torch, just putting off enough light to see in about a six foot radius. All of you stop. The blonde reaches into a pocket and pulls out three ziplock baggies. You immediately recognize the medicine from the earth and your soul perks up. You cannot wait to connect to the other side. You can see by the size that it is a smaller amount and will help you open up but still stay tethered here. The blonde states “Here is the gift from the earth. Let’s take a moment to give thanks and ask for what we desire.” You have done this before and are so happy to enjoy this gift and this moment with them, away from the larger group which you can still slightly hear in the distance. As you bring the gift to your mouth you begin to pray.

*Help me find connection. Help me embrace the present. Help me truly give and take what is given freely without guilt or feeling that I have to reciprocate.*

As you wait for the world to open up. The brunette moves close to your front. You feel the blonde close in behind you. Their hands reach to the bottom of your shirt and begin to pull it off.

*Ok. This is not what I wanted. But I will be here. I will see where this road leads. Uhh, it does feel good to be touched.*

You think that you are going to enjoy these women and let them enjoy you. You move to kiss the brunette. Your physical desire beginning to take over. She dodges your kiss confusing you. She whispers, “Now is not the time. Let us prepare you”. Confused, you acquiesce. As they undress you, the world begins to open up. Their hands caressing your body, petting your hair, the air on your naked skin, surrounded by nature, you feel so primal. A part of you wants to take over, to demand their touch, but you resist and submit to them.

The brunette and blonde have both removed their clothes. There are three mature beautiful women naked in the soft light. All of you have lost that immature beauty of youth but you are not sure if you have ever felt more alive being near them. The brunette pulls out little jars and you recognize it as body paint. You pause, confused. This does not seem to fit. The blonde says to the group. “We are going to paint each other. This is not to draw attention like a black light party, but to honor all those sisters and mothers who came before us. It is for us to connect to each other and embrace the parts of us connected to the goddess.” You almost tear up at how she said it. The pure honesty of it.

The three of you begin to paint each other. You all tap into the world and channel the energy you feel and spread that energy to each other. There are no designs, just a wild beauty as the paint covers parts of your body. As you feel the hands of the women on you and as you feel their bodies underneath your hands. You can see and feel the energy lines connecting you three. The blonde pulls you in and deeply kisses you. As you finish, the brunette moves in and repeats the deep kiss. As you two part, the blonde and brunette kiss. It is a pure sexy moment, but one of love and respect, a devotion to each other on this night.

The blonde pulls out a strip of cloth.

*Is that a blindfold. What is going on?*

She states, “For this next part, you will be blindfolded. Trust us. Give into the flow” She moves behind you. You feel the itchiness of the burlap around your eyes. As you adjust to the blindfold, you begin to feel more with your senses. You begin to see new things. The beauty of submission and trust starts to take over, nearly overwhelming you. The brunette grabs your hand. You know this because she is shorter than you, her hands smaller, and she gently pulls you, instructing to follow. You become uneasy as you cannot see what is front of you. There is more uneasiness as the path is uneven. Your logical brain recognizes that this is a metaphor for the night. As you walk, you can only hear the sounds of nature, you can feel the wind and night and trees reaching out to touch you on your naked skin. The feeling of being alive is exploding through your nerves, your veins, your pores. After what feels like two minutes and two hours at the same time, you are stopped. Both of your guides, caress you, hug you, and you feel their energy move away from you. You stand alone. Waiting.

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