PerspectivePure2169, Author at NSFW story

Perfect harmony on the farm (impregnation)

Out in the great wide open, far beyond the bustle of city life, there is a place. A place we have created; and a place for creation.

It is a place of nurturing and life. Where we live in sync with Nature, and her rhythms guide us in the neverending creation and husbandry of new life.

I have felt it’s pull for years. A man whose hands know when to plant seed in fertile soil, how to midwife spring’s calves onto green pastures. How to do and fix, build and create.

The season’s energy thrums within me. Calling as rain does to the grass. Twice before I’ve answered it, and one perfect child plays at my feet, smiling up at me, while our perfect baby sleeps in the arms of my loving wife.

I feel it again. As strong as ever. Yet my wife can no longer answer it with me. This must be her last.

So I work. Nurturing the life that nurtures our family. Remembering the magic that her and I created. Reveling in it. But I also yearn to make it again. Read more »

Almost ready (loving impregnation)

I knew the first time I saw you that you would make an incredible mother. And I knew that I wanted to be the man who made you one.

So I asked you out, and we dated, and we did all of the things that bring a man and woman closer and closer until they become one – husband and wife.

How patient I’d been. Your obsession with birth control, being safe, protected. I wanted you bare and open to me on our wedding night, to let fate decide this one time. To lose ourselves in our new bond. But you weren’t ready.

We worked and played together, time slipping by. I could see the light in your eyes each time you held a baby. And I could see the doubt each time we’d talk of children. But I knew you. And as your husband I knew what was best for you, even when you yourself were unsure.

We talked. You cried. I held you. You saw past your fears into the beauty that could be. You saw what I had always seen. Read more »

Summer Solstice (breeding, conception)

You had been planning this.

Or perhaps, at that point where fate and determination collide, it was your destiny. But it was your dream as well, and you embraced it.

You felt it was time. How could you not? At solstice, with the stars and the earth and Nature and life in perfect synchronicity. Your body hummed in harmony with the riotous growth of green surrounding you. You understood what the pagans felt, living close to the earth, hearing her whispering pulse of life.

You felt that in your womb.

You asked your man to camp with you. He of the outdoors, and you of your garden and nurturing. You reveled through the longest day, two children in the Garden of Eden. Until only the solstice night remained.

You stole a boat in order to kiss under the stars, burning with the light of the eternal as your skin tingled in anticipation.

Then snuck together into closed showers, to wash away the heat of the night. Cleansing yourself for the ritual to come.

Back to your tent. Cool sheets gliding over hot skin. You smell the forest, the night – and him – surrounding you. Your body courses with energy, thrumming in tune with a rhythm all around and inside you. Read more »

Nature’s will.

It’s spring. All around me, the farm I’ve built with my own hands thrums with life.

There is a force, a current to spring. I can feel it coursing through my body as I work. The sunlight, the green grass, my crops. Everything is rushing to grow, to reproduce, to create new life.

That force is compelling, pulsing with the steady heartbeat of life. I feel it waking early in the morning. Tending crops. Delivering new calves. I feel it in me, stronger and stronger each day.

And I know you feel it too. You ache for it, yearn for something you can’t even articulate. Working and rushing through life, a woman in a city – surrounded by grey faces, feeling only emptiness. You need it, like I need it. To feel what I am so attuned to. The pulse of life, pulsing through us.

Your dreams are haunted by me. Aching visions of raw, needy sex in a field of green. Taken by me – a man who creates and nurtures life with his hands, his very soul. The power of Nature, around us – inside us. Pulsing in the birdsong as I lay your body down in my field. Humming through your spine as my hips part your thighs, your legs close around me. Read more »