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Innocence (Chapter 2)
Posted:Sep 22, 2021 9:59 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2021 2:56 pm
Chapter 2

The She Wolf

When Jake woke the next morning, at first he wasn’t sure if what had happened the night before had been real or a dream.
Just the memory of it gave him an erection once again.
He pulled back the curtain which revealed an early morning sunrise with a layer of mist shrouding the view.
He began to get dressed and noticed an envelope at the base of the door.
There was a tuft of some sort of animal fur attached to the face of it.
He carefully opened the envelope and discovered its handwritten contents. The graceful script was definitely that of a women’s handwriting.
It read as follows:
Good morning Jake.
I hope you slept well and had interesting dreams.
I am wondering if you might like to play a game this evening?
Make sure you eat well today you will need your strength.
Take a walk to the lake down by where you like to swim at dusk, there will be some instructions waiting for you there.
Just wear your tightest shorts or bathing suit, and your loosest fitting shirt preferably the one with the open neck front which extends down your chest with the draw string attached to it. The one you wore after bathing in the lake yesterday.
You don’t have to take a shower unless you prefer it. The smell of a man can be very wild and exciting to me.
Don’t worry about any expectations you may be having. Pretend you are a hunter on an adventure. In fact wear your hunting knife with the buckskin sheath it may be useful in the wilderness.
There may be a she wolf out there waiting for you.
Just remember wolves are wild creatures and can be unpredictable. They require the freedom of nature and though they live in packs, they may also travel alone. You can often hear their deepest passion calling out at the rising of the moon.
There was a colored pencil drawing below the signature of what appeared to be half wolf and half that of a woman's face
Jake when into the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror. He had the beginnings of a beard after a few days growth.
Normally he would have shaved but as he touched the stubble and felt the connection it gave him to his more primal inner self he decided not to.
He reached back to turn on the shower but let the water run and closed his eyes and listened to it instead of standing beneath it.
He saw a river and a waterfall appear in his mind. It was night and the moon was just rising above a rocky ledge in the distance. He could have sworn at that moment he heard a howl. It startled him and he opened his eyes.
He turned the water off.
He decided to just wash his face and crotch and backside.
He brushed his teeth and left
The Solivagant
Posted:Sep 15, 2021 5:27 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2021 5:26 pm
A novel in process

The Solivagant

Chapter 1
They sat silently, the students were focused on their professor, particularly the women, as he sat casually on a desk he placed closer them, so they would feel less separated by the typical classroom setting .
He displayed an air of quiet confidence, the kind of feeling that can come from someone is comfortable with themselves, but was something much deeper as well resulting from what intellect and life experiences provide.

He had dark brown hair with wisps of grey and white on either side and his well trimmed beard which added a certain allure and sophistication. As he spoke he always made eye contact with his students and his eyes were dark and piercing, intense, yet filled with warmth and if you happened be caught in them could be an experience not soon forgotten.
Looking from student student as he spoke, Evolution being the steady unrelenting power of change. Every life form known man has found a way adapt its surroundings and create in that process, an identity that is both at once unique and yet connected everything else. The tremendous burden of life is survival, live, procreate and ultimately, die.
Making way for what? Something new, better adapted, stronger more intelligent; more....?” He let the question hang suspended as he waited for them contemplate its possibilities.
“Human life, arguably the most complex creation; seemingly given the task of dominion over all it surveys. Yet it is still flesh, bone, and blood; brought into awareness. By what authority? For what purpose?
Out of the womb of the ocean and into the light, from some universal abyss and onto the terra firma. Crawling on its belly until it can learn to stand and walk. Clinging to life by some intuitive nature that helps protect it from its own ignorance, so it can survive and continue the work of its creator. Exactly what that is, becomes the conjecture of the religious dogma, of the philosophers, of the poets, of the dispassionate lords of science and of the mystics and prophets.
Yet, what are its numbered days to contain? Bearing witness to a chaotic planet spinning around a solar furnace within an unending cold and lifeless darkness; pitted with dots of light so distant and yet to become more than messengers of hope, absorbed by time, their energy and light, already spent and gone, eons ago in a now extinct universe?”
“Well, people, I am afraid that is all we have time for today. Please read chapters one through five before next Thursdays class. I want to continue our previous explorations into the aboriginal social structures, and in particular the use of masks and how those were applied to their ceremonies in community gatherings, celebrations, conflict and often prominently and most importantly in fertility ceremonies.
I am sure that will give your energetic libidos something contemplate.
Enjoy the weekend and the nice weather we are finally going have. is nothing like spring excite the passive mind and body.”

She was standing at her desk slowly gathering her things together as the class room emptied out. She was coyly catching glimpses of her professor as he stood by the open window re arranging some of his notes.
The intoxicating warm spring air and the sunlight helped to create a heightened sense within her which was already difficult to control.
Her hair was the subtle colors that exists within those warm hues of deeper brown, somewhat curly and wavy at the time, which had a way of always seeming care free as spilled over her shoulders and yet would never make her seem out of place in the most formal occasions. framed a face which still bore an innocence of childhood and yet something which spoke of the sensual womanly beauty she would always posses, even in her old age. Her eyes were the color of the ocean, and impossible label as they always seemed be
changing somehow, mystical and deep, beckoning you search them for what might lie within.
She walked up her professor was still looking at his notes.
“Professor Esposito, Sir?”
He looked up and seemed to suddenly awaken when he saw the women in front of him. “Yes, Miss?”
She looked into his eyes, with a delicate shyness as she introduced herself.
Celina Tachira.”
I just wanted to tell you that this class has been so important to me and I......”
He waited briefly to give her the opportunity to find her meaning.
She lightly bit at her lower lip as she continued.
“Well, I feel like something special is happening to me... I feel this energy, a stirring inside, something awakening, it feels like it exists in some deep well of intuition or something that, I can’t quite grasp because it is in the fog just ahead, or ....”
Pausing again she blushed at her thought not fully expressed. He smiled in a way to attempt to put her at ease as he spoke.
Celina looked at him with a confidence that her words could not betray.
;m sorry, I have a hard time putting it into words and I feel a embarrassed. He studied her without making it overt or uncomfortable as he spoke.,
it is sometimes extremely difficult express our most fundamental nature, especially in the face of our current social systems and attitudes, which have seemed evolve away from .
We are taught from a very early age suppress .
That is why studying our nature in a historical context; through the experience of our ancestors or tribal cultures which, are still hanging on by a thread today; can sometimes reveal how and where has been hidden. Our deepest connections each other are more than coincidental. We share a legacy of human existence, forged in the fire of experience. You know those times when you meet someone or even just see a photograph of them and you have a sense of recognition that creates a sensation of connection, or familiarity that you just can’t explain?
It can be a complex awakening; quite frightening actually. But ultimately extraordinary in its power and revelation.
“What are you majoring in?
She looked directly into his eyes and they spoke of an inner self assurance and a certain delightful shyness all at once.
She spoke and then lightly laughed in a manner that was warm and promising as the spring day itself.
I am in my fourth year, anthropology and abnormal psychology. It's a double major and I think it's actually killing me.
Neither of them could release each other from their gaze. was an interval of time that would in most instances become quite uncomfortable or an awkward feeling, but that was not the case. was instead the sensation of knowing something, without knowing it; an experience of the discovery of something new but also timeless as if it were something remembered.
He touched the back of his closed hand to his lips and shook his head playfully up and down.
I do not doubt that. I am very impressed and also very sorry for you at the time.
They both laughed.
was another period of silence and then he looked at the clock.
Please forgive me Celina but I am forced take my leave of what has been a most unexpected and enjoyable moment; in what is typically the well trodden path of my daily routines. I have the pressing requirement of an academic meeting that will now be even more agonizing than usually is as a result.
She held out her hand and said.
Thank you professor for giving me a moment of your time.
Her hand was the hand of an artist, was graceful and slender. She held somewhat differently than you would normally expect receive a handshake. was slightly more closed than open as if inviting the receiver explore and carefully place your own within it as opposed just grasping .
He looked at her hand for a moment in recognition of the difference it presented. Under other circumstances he might have brought it his lips and inside he wanted but under the circumstances he just lightly placed his fingers into the opening until she allowed him inside.

(More chapters to come. Let me know if you want to read them and I will continue to post them. Thanks for reading. )
Posted:Sep 14, 2021 2:31 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2021 9:59 am
These are some passages of a story idea which I am working on.


Chapter One

He was about to begin his first semester the university.
He had not seen her since he was I freshman in .
He was completely smitten by her even then.
The anticipation he felt heightened all of his senses. Remembering himself as a lanky youth, that awkward stage where everything is in a state of growth but almost in some sort of chaotic frenzy.
A body developing its strength, emotions finding their roots within it. A mind seeking to explore them both.

That period where innocence, still in some sort of protective psychic womb will soon be born into a harsher world, filled with experiences, choices, and moments of danger but also intense pleasure.
We all have moments that become etched into us so deeply that we will carry them with us our entire lives and some how define why we become who we are. Or is it that we are simply being lead down a road of discovery which unveils the purpose of our lives in the here and now.
The awakening of self identity is most keenly felt through our sexuality. Curiosity is replaced by desire. Learning that passion is a fire that will either be fueled through acceptance and discovery or smothered by fear, guilt and shame.

When he arrived things looked in many ways as he remembered them. In some ways the same, yet different as well. It is a sort of trick time plays on us as we get older. Your feelings reach out but the memories are farther away.
He spent the first settling in and lost himself in those memories by returning to them.
The swim in the lake, the hike to the top of the place where the view opened up to all the beauty surrounding him.
Later that afternoon before dinner he decided to bath in the lake after working up a sweat in the heat of the days hike.
He removed his clothing and stood at the edge of the water and let the nostalgia of that moment surround him.
He suddenly had the most disconcerting feeling someone was watching him. He looked around at the woods but could not see anyone.
His body had become that of a man, well toned muscles developed by his love of sports of all kinds
He was well endowed and had absolutely everything necessary to please a women sexually but he had no experience with them.
In he was painfully shy and though the girls often approached him or flirted with him, he just felt awkward and tong tied in their presence.
Accept for her. She was older, mature, beautiful, playful and spirited.
Though that distance was not as great as he believed it was, it provided a sort of comfort to him because he did not feel the need to impress her. She made him feel something he could never fully describe.
After bathing in the water he stretched on the grass in the setting sunlight. He closed his eyes and listened to the symphony of nature all around him and the myriad of birds and insects all playing their part in the chorus.
He heard something like the soft footfall of an animal behind him. And when he sat up he thought he caught the glimpse of something or someone in the distance.
He put on his clothes and headed back to the cabin.
When he arrived, he was greeted enthusiastically by those gathered there.
Thats when she approached him and pressed her body against him giving him the gentlest of kisses on the cheek which lasted just a longer that expected, and so adding more meaning to what it represented.
They all ate and talked and the hour grew late.
Everyone went off in different directions,.
Some went outside perhaps to take in some of the crisp evening air or the endless sea of stars above the lake.
Others perhaps to read a .
He was tired from a long of reminiscing and retracing some old steps that were made by feet.

He undressed and put on some loose fitting pajama bottoms and lay in bed. It was a summer night so the window was open.
The sweet smells mingled together as they drifted into the room on a gentle breeze.
It was a familiar room to him but it wasn’t home.

He didn’t mind, he liked feeling a of place. it always added to his sense of adventure.

He was letting the thoughts of the meander through his groggy mind. The kind of thoughts that easily transition from the waking world to the one where fantasy is reality.

For obvious reasons he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Her long auburn hair, green eyes and the fullness of her mouth which made him feel a sensation in his lower extremity whenever he watched her speaking.
She had a very gentle smile and her laugh was still childlike but not childish.
She caught him looking at her breasts behind the open top of her loose fitting linen shirt which exposed their size and softness every time she moved beneath it.
He felt the strong heat of his blushing when she glanced him and the discomfort it created, as a result of the feeling he had, that somehow, seeing them was wrong.

She however, did not make him feel that way, she almost guided his eyes to again and then reached over the table to pick up her water glass which created an even better vantage point for him to explore their firm and blossoming shape which women often posses.

He felt his penis grow inside his pajama bottoms.

He had taken to not wearing the top as it felt too confining.

His upper body was was muscular and strong He had an athletes physique like a strong and powerful animal.

He did not have any real hair on his chest and his pubic hair was very sparse and soft just as it was his arms and on his legs.
The hair on his head was a slightly deeper shade of a similar dirty blonde color which seemed to change hues throughout all the curls. It was not cut too short and so covered his ears and the back of his neck.

His restlessness subsided and he floated down stream into the valley of dreams, his youth full days and the challenges ahead.

Chapter Two

He couldn’t say when exactly it was. The room was almost pitch black except for the faintest of moonlight behind the sheer curtain.

For some time he wasn’t sure if he was awake or still dreaming.

He wasn’t startled by what came next because of the way it happened.

The first thing he felt was a soft hand caressing his very gently.
 He smelled a fragrance of some sort of flower.

The hand ever so lightly touched his lips in a motion as if to say, “Do not speak.”
 For a few moments after that, there was nothing and he began thinking it was all his imagination, but he continued to lay still and he could perceive a silhouette of a woman’s body, which wasn’t naked but seemed have the sheerest of covering over so he could perceive shapes behind .
Then the shape knelt down by the bedside and he saw that was a flowing head of hair. 
A hand reached and slowly began to remove the bed sheet from his chest and pulled it down just his abdomen. Stopping there, the hand glided over his chest slowly, pausing slightly to press his nipples between fingers. Repeating this motion several times. 
Once again there came a pause and no movement just the sound of breathing which was full and rhythmic and possessed the lilt of femininity within it.

Then the hand once again reached and began removing the bed sheet from his body a further. This time just to his upper thigh.
 He had not noticed until that moment how large his penis had become until she touched his pajama bottoms.

He felt a hand slowly explore its shape for a moment and then recede.
Then he felt two hands untie the strap at the top of his pajamas carefully loosening it to expand the opening.

The breathing became a deeper and a more intense.

He realized his own breathing was almost imperceptible as he thought that if he did, the moment might vanish back into a dream.

He felt his pajama bottoms being carefully pulled down as far as just his thighs.
He could feel the cool air on his penis.
 There was once again a pause. His anticipation of what might happen next made his heart almost leave his chest, it was pounding so hard which was probably also making him harder and harder, if that were even possible.

Suddenly he felt the air of breath as a mouth open over his penis. Lips closed very gently over it and he heard a soft moan and felt its vibration around it.

He felt the slight movement of long hair upon his abdomen and thighs as the lips and mouth slowly moved up and down.
 The sound of soft moaning and wetness followed the rhythmic movements.

He felt an intense and unstoppable energy rush to his head and he let out a new sound he had never made before from the pleasure of uncontrollable release, as he discharged his life force into that accepting oblivion that drew it from him.

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