The Idea of what to write is as important as what you would actually write but what is the idea that I would espouse at this given moment. I don't Know....But than do they really know.
A WALK IN THE WOULD.
This could very easily start out as if it was a fairy tale when in reality it is so different. This is not a tale to make you wish to be good for mommy and daddy this is a tale that , well you'll see.
It all started in 1977 when I went to the Ren. fair in LA. I saw what would later turn into a wonderful obsession. This was an amazing creature called Camille. He stood on a rock and looked about him without seeing. He didn't seem to see nor did he need to, he seemed to just be. I wanted to "be" like that. This did not consciously cause the changes that were to come later but what they did do was start the thought patterns that would make them start and then enable them to bear fruit.. Let me tell you what it was like in those days.
Standing, looking like a deer startled by the car headlights, eyes wide head cocked. This is how most would first see Camille. Than slowly smoothly he would start to move. You were almost immediately captivated by the quality of innocence, that which can only be found in the truly wild animals.
Camille slight body moved the blond curls bobbing as he tilted his head and looked at you. Blue you say and look again yes the clearest blue, but with amber speckles. How they look at you, both are somewhat startled that you still lock eyes. The dancers body moves with studied ease that is all the more natural because its is done on one foot while balancing on a rock. You stare and then you blush seeing that he looked at you with naked soul, you read the writing there so easily; lust. Pure unadulterated lust but so pure that it is the most innocent thing that you have ever seen. This is the distillation of the total animal look on sex, it's a natural function and nothing to either be feared or judged, just done. And with this one it could be done now, with you. You see him look at men and women the same way and they all react with the same suffusion of blood. Then one day he is gone the horns are not there and the creature you have known as Camille no longer haunts that corner, standing on the rocks, looking into the young peoples eyes. He's left, gone. Where to you don't know and none will tell you. You leave unsatisfied, you go home and look around your house for the sign of this creature and you find it not.
Its 1994 your looking in the mirror at yourself you look heavy, oh well fat, gone to fat. But every time you look in the mirror you search your eyes for that look that you saw in the eyes of Camille those long years ago. Though it's not there you search still. What you find in not disgust; but perhaps an apathy that is finally broken as it causes you to finally decide that you have to do something about your weight. Walking, you've heard, is a good way and if walking's good running's better, but you don't run, not since that last knee surgery, oh well. So what is next; hiking! Sheer genius! Looking at the maps I think that I will find the perfect spot, not to hilly but still tree filled but not so many that the grasses are all killed. To hike and walk around and look at the growing things, to see nature where only it is ruling and where man is just another creature. This is good.
The drive up in my little Porsche is nice, I like driving fast and the roads are smooth but windy, so its very fun and relaxing. The engine breaks the silence as I creep up the rough road to the little forested glade that serves as a parking lot here. The three inches of clearance make it a very careful walking pace end to a fast trip up the hill. I look out at the beauty of the forest and I think of the few things I have ever seen that were as beautiful as this is now. Just a small glimmer of a memory peaking through the years as all I remember is blue eyes and horns. Silly me perhaps that is why hiking seemed like such a good idea, but that was just some actor portraying a mythical beastie that isn't even really alive , anyway certainly not now.
I Change my shoes into my hiking boots and check my back pack for my sunscreen even though I rarely use it I had to pack it just in case you know.
Than locking up the Porsche I start out on my 'hike'.
I find that there are numerous trails going off from this one area and I just pick one at random. I figure that I will be able to remember what turnings I take anyway when I get somewhat lost in an area than I truly learn it and as I figured to be back here often, I'd learn. With that thought I started off into the hills. How was I to know that this would be the only time that I would tread any of these trails.
Speckled grass with various shades of green. The sun shines through with a clarity that seems to make the patches of sunlight look like cardboard cut outs of glaringly bright light. I walk up into the hills looking about myself with the intense concentration of someone who has missed looking at nature for quite some time though they once did look, you know you know what it looks like but now you can't seem to get enough of it. I look into the shadows and I look into the light. What I'm looking for not even I know. I can't identify the trees but I think they're oaks that I walk among the ground is soft and green with its coating of grass I can't help but feel in love; not necessarily with any one thing; but, with all of the one things that surround me here. I walk 'til I feel that I can't walk any more three hours have past and I feel that I am truly alone with nature. It's time to show myself why I'd done what I'd done. You see this trip into the woods is a total self indulgence and a reward, two hours a day at the gym, five days a week and this is what I'd saved as my showing myself that I was back to health. Hard muscle now stood out where tummy had once reigned, shoulders rippled instead of dribbled when I moved my arms. The walk though up and down and all around was more than just a walk it was a romp to show the earth, the power that I had returned to myself and how I was able to look at its power now. Share in it revel in it do to the fact that I too was strong.
I've looked all along the hike, because I know that I have gone farther in this time than a lot of the casual hikers, my trail had thinned to just the width of my feet, just a small game trail really. But any way after three hours of walking it was really time for a rest. I had found the perfect clearing surrounded by oaks and open in the center to the sun I went to the exact center and took of my back pack. Within this pack I had packed a large towel, to lay on of course, and various snacks and water healthy water, not a thing more I didn't need anything more.
Time to take a sunny nap. I spread out the towel, it's one of those bath blankets, so that I can lay on it without my feet and head falling off the ends. I take off my hiking boots and socks, my shirt and then my shorts leaving me in the black leather thong that is my favorite sun bathing suit. I take out the book I've been reading and lay out on the blanket, feeling better about myself than I have in a long time. Warm and relaxed, hearing only the sounds of nature I drift pleasantly. Than fade slowly off into sleep, to dream yes to dream, then again perhaps not.
What is the most important emotion? Love. What do I know about the strength of that emotion? That which we all know. The strength of the mother whose child is trapped under an impossible weight and she lifts it, doesn't this prove that love is the strongest emotion, it makes people do the damnedest things. So because of love being the strongest of the emotions than that would make the God of love the strongest of Gods wouldn't it?
Now if love is the strongest emotion than lust which is a stronger form of love must be stronger than even love and thus it is the strongest emotion, right?
So that would mean (now watch closely!) That the God of Lust would be the strongest of the Gods, it following that if the God of Love was the strongest and lust is a stronger form of love, that's right isn't it?
Than the other Gods are jealous of the God of Lust and seeing that he is the most powerful in an individual sense than the other Gods. But when they all combine in their jealousy to overthrow and devide the power of this the most powerful of Gods. Thus the birth of the Satyr and the Fauns. They are the divisions of the great God of Lust Dionysus.
Now you may ask yourself why do you need to know that? Well that is what this story is really about. You see that day in the woods I met a Faun. A Faun is the young Boy stage of the Satyr. With his fury legs and his muscular young body. Equipped as only a proper Boy is equipped. Just enough to make the whole picture the sexiest thing you could imagine. The idea of the hair is just beginning on the Faun so that the chest is just starting to be covered with a fine growth of hair. The area just between the belly button and the pubic hair is just starting to get that little trail of hair that always leads to the most tantalizing part of the Faun. The muscular ridges of the tummy say that the roundness of the ass is not just because of the shape of the legs but is because the Faun is the Boy image carried to its furthest and lustiest extreme. This is the true meaning of the Boy. This is what I truly have always sought.
On this hot summer day, lolling there in the hot sun, a film of perspiration covering my body I was awakened to the soft caress of a breeze on my skin. Then I realize that it is not the breeze but a tongue lapping at the skin of my flank. Slowly so as not to scare the person who would seek me out in the woods and caress me this gently. My first glimpse is of a small cloven hoof attached to a furry leg that leads up to a perfectly shaped ass with a small pert tail standing up away from the cheeks. This brown furred tail with its white bottom was almost more than I could bear to look at. What was this creature of my dreams doing here? Even more importantly what was it doing touching me, caressing me. What was I supposed to do about it. I continued looking up its body, past the rippling muscles of its side, back and chest. I looked into its face lastly, seeing its perfection of feature and its lustrous eyes of the purest of amber. A yellow that enhanced the beauty of the creature looking down at me, legs spraddled across my torso. He, obviously, met my eyes with a certain look that says both innocence and an age beyond understanding. Captivated by his eyes, its unknown what will cause me to change my view, to remove my view of those EYES. Than I see movement just below, sharp and quick, the stab of a tongue from between the two softest lips I had ever thought to see. The eyes blink as I look down at the mouth the teeth peek out from between the slightly parted lips. I look down at the chin perfectly formed and with a soft beard covering all, above even the lips a mustache shields the upper lip. Not well does it shield the lips I think, as I notice that those same sensual lips seem to be smiling at me. A perfectly formed hand reaches up to those lips and softly caresses them, pulling on the lower lip softly it moues out gently towards my face a lip that is weeping for a kiss. Dare I attempt it, dare I attempt to kiss this divine creature? My hands move of there own accord to the legs of this fabulous creature. My fingers sing into the fur that is just above the hooves that cap those long supple legs. A leg so soft and fine that I at first don't believe that its really his. Wonderfully soft fur I could loose myself just in the caressing of this fur. I rub and caress them reveling in the feeling.
Still with all this caressing I start moving with my hands farther up his legs to the knee and above. It's not just my hands that a re moving, the legs themselves quiver and shudder their own pleasures the hair which is from 7-14 inches long and because of these shudders and quivers the hair caresses my body, delicately sliding up and down my torso causing me to arch up into the legs of this marvelous beast. My eyes that had somehow been stymied at his chin and beard slid down farther to the magnificent chest and shoulders that that noble visage rested upon. Nipples that rose from a field of fur that rivaled spun gold in its look. I was somewhat shocked that the right nipple has a modern piercing of large size threw the nipple with a small chain draping down through the valleys, mountains and forests of the stomach muscles to the belly button where the chain met a piercing of the same size within. My body is squirming from the hairs touch and now my mind is starting to see here something more than just a sexual encounter but perhaps a sensual encounter. This could go on for a much greater time than I thought. I curl my torso up off of the ground so that I may take within my jaws the chain that hangs there waiting for just this treatment. I take it and I tug, jerking lightly I see where this fine creature will let me take it now that it has taken me. He leans down to my face and I lean up. The kiss starts in one world but seems to end in another. The forest warms even more as our lips touch pressing down, my lips crack open a bit of tongue passes in from the creature and I nibble upon it also the chain now stretched tightly between the nipple and his bellybutton. Moans escape from the mouth of the creature and my hands move farther up the leg to the back approaching the lightly furred and tightly stretched muscles of buttocks. I rub them Hard. The moaning grows. I raise my right hand from where it rests upon his cheek and swing it down upon it, not to hard but than again not to soft. The tongue squirms as the hips squirm as the legs shake and shudder. But, I have no pity, this creature has brought itself into my place disrupting my nap and blocking my sun, now it was going to pay.