An erotic journey with my muse

This story was written in German and translated with deepl.com. 

An erotic journey with my muse

Chapter 1 - Part 1/6

It was a hot summer's day. But it wasn't just the air temperature that had climbed to above average. I had also become very hot in the last few hours. The reason was kneeling in front of me. I was sitting at my desk and looking at the naked woman under the transparent tabletop. She was kneeling between my thighs, looking me in the eye and making a very satisfied impression. Despite the heat, I tried to concentrate on the text I had just written on my laptop. My eyes closed for a brief moment. This text was to be the introduction to my new story “Wanderinnen der Nacht”.

At the moment, it only consisted of the prologue, which was just the beginning of an erotic story. Had I succeeded? Had I fulfilled my expectations? An author was usually more critical of his work than his readers. I reviewed the last scene of the chapter in my mind's eye. I saw the protagonist walking through dark, lonely corridors on his way to his lover.

I found the entire prequel to be a successful introduction to my new story, although the erotic part was still rather short. Okay, it was a fact, but it was also a tragic chapter, so the sexual scenes were present but not predominant. However, there would be plenty of them later on. After all, my aim was to create an uninhibited narrative that would make the readers' panties glow. Of course, male readers would also get their money's worth, as the pornographic part would not be neglected. My stories should always be a mixture of sensual and uninhibited scenes. My eyes opened again and looked once more at my naked guest. The young, black-haired woman's skin shone as it was almost completely rubbed with fragrant oil. She smiled at me and stroked both hands over my naked thighs, which had also taken on the sheen of the oil. Slowly they moved to the center, to my towering manhood, to embrace it completely.

“Did you do it, my love?” she asked in a gentle tone as she moved her hands up and down. “Did it help stimulate your imagination?”

I gently stroked a strand of hair out of her face before nodding at her with a smile.

“Oh, yes, it helped spark my imagination. You were great and got my inspiration going with your technique. Your idea was just wonderful.”

Her idea had been an unusual approach. Unlike most writers, who were naturals with a considerable gift, other writers had an inspirational muse to kiss. Some of them certainly stimulated their minds with mind-expanding substances. I also had a muse, but she had used a different method to inspire me. As I continued to look at her, I remembered how it all began.

My reasons for starting to write in this genre in the first place are quickly explained. I wanted to share my stories with other people who were open to such fantasies.

Before I forget to introduce myself. I'm an amateur writer of stimulating stories with an intense penchant for oral pleasure. I'm not the youngest anymore, but I'm a man in his prime, which shouldn't matter when it comes to the most beautiful minor matter in the world. Sex should be fun at any age, and fantasies are particularly suitable for this because they don't have to be taboo. Anything is possible in the world of fantasy. You can create your own perfect world in your mind. My stories often deal with French love and its various, lustful facets. If you can't get anything out of this very intimate lip service, then I wouldn't read any further if I were you. If you do, then I would like to take you on a sparkling journey and hope that you will accompany me a little on this path of erotic fantasy. Even though I'm a man and it's probably harder for you as a woman to open up to me instead of a best friend, I'd personally be very interested to know why you keep reading or when you decide to stop after all. Perhaps this path will change with the help of your feedback. So be self-confident, stand by your feelings, your thoughts and fantasies, don't be ashamed of them, please write to me and become a part of this story.

My pseudonym is Nighthiker because I like the night more than the day. My biorhythm starts shortly after midnight. Life energy then flows more strongly through my body, which only really becomes active at these times. Hiking in the great outdoors is also one of my passions, which allows me to relax and forget about everyday life. Unfortunately, I can't always enjoy hiking in the way I find most natural, namely stark naked. You may be a little shocked now, as you weren't expecting such a revelation. I hope I haven't scared you off with my open nature, because I just want to show you that it's perfectly okay to have such special inclinations and to talk about them openly. I accept you as you are, just like any other person. If you're still here, I'd like to explain it to you in a sentence or two. Because just as God created man, I feel almost at one with nature. Whether it was sunshine, wind or rain, perceiving the harsh weather with his largest sensory organ, his bare skin, was calming and exciting at the same time. Perhaps you can relate to it a little or have already imagined doing it yourself. If so, why haven't you done it yet? Unfortunately, there are no public hiking trails in my area where you could go on a pilgrimage unclothed. Perhaps you have a tip for me? So I have no choice but to go into my garden and take off all my clothes. Luckily, none of my neighbors have noticed my frivolous hobby, as I'm usually out at night when I'm naked.

Two other reasons why I don't become the talk of the neighborhood is that God knows I don't peddle this passion and fortunately my garden is located in such a way that it is not visible from the other properties. I would probably be labeled a pervert immediately if it became known. So it remains my spicy secret, which I would still prefer to share with like-minded people. The thought of moving around in a larger group of naked people has become a fervent wish for me. But this is not about a normal visit to a sauna in a wellness oasis where everything is far too serious. Caressing each other is frowned upon there and is often not tolerated. I also don't envision a swingers' club, where couples are usually to be found. Instead, I dream of a nudist club for singles where you can only get to know each other naked. That way, you could indulge your voyeuristic inclinations uninhibitedly and show off your excitement proudly and without shyness. In such a relaxed environment, if those present treated their fellow human beings with respect and tolerance, you would certainly make contact quickly. The motto of a couples' club, “Everything can, nothing must”, could be adopted.

Another secret is...

To be continued with chapter 1 - part 2