Sex With A Storm

I stood outside with a behemoth before me. A spiraling cloud that destroys all in her path. A display of how relentless nature can be. Yet there is something seductive about her. Her power. Her form. Her beauty. Something about her great strength that beats you into submission. The exhilaration that comes with being blown in the face with 150 miles per hour wind. The excitement that is paired with being battered with torrential rains. The rush of adrenaline that comes with the taboo of wanting to have sex with a storm.
I waited underneath her, sopping up the endless rain that fell from the sky, that struck me from a nearly horizontal angle. I felt her winds caressing my face, harshly but lovingly. I wished to be above her in space to witness her perfect spiral form, looking her directly in the eye. I wanted to sit back and admire her billowing clouds that stretched for hundreds of miles in every direction. She surrounded me. I couldn’t escape her grasp. I was helpless to her dominance over me. I felt her extreme power pulse around me. I listened to her howl like a banshee.

Her moistness soaked my hair, my clothes, and my skin. Her winds blew me hard. I connected with her, inhaling and exhaling her air, feeling her within and around me. Rain ran down my face, down my neck and breasts, down my belly, down the inside of my thighs. Her wetness joined my own. I removed my clothes and tossed them into the wind. I let the rain pound against my bare skin, washing away all but the sin of having sex with a storm. I felt the wind brush against my breasts, my hair whipping in the wind. I reached my hand down there and felt our conjoined moisture.
Staying upright, I allowed one finger to slip inside of me, feeling the contrast between the cool of the air and the warmth of my body. I slowly moved it in and out, oh so very slowly. I let the rain flow down my arm, down my hand, down my fingers, into my pussy. I moaned as I felt the rain water enter me. I tilted my head to the sky, opened my mouth, and let the rain flow into it, tasting her. The water tasted sweet and warm, like the love the storm had behind her monstrous appearance. The winds picked up.

I let another finger enter myself. I visualized her massive spiral form, a gorgeous choreography of wind and clouds, spanning my entire state and more. A wind gust hit my face, and a shudder ran down my spine. I felt the wind surround my body, blasting me with rain. The rain hit me so hard it started to sting, but the sensation only increased my arousal. I put my thumb against my clit and started rubbing it in a circular motion. Her winds picked up, as though in approval.

I allowed a third finger to enter myself. Rain and my juices dripped from my pussy. I could feel her grow stronger by the minute, sense her getting more violent. The winds slammed harder than ever into me. I increased the frequency of my finger thrusts. Rain pooled up around me and submerged my feet. She was unleashing her rage, but through all that I saw her love. Understanding that she can’t help but to be so violent, that it is in her nature to be violent and she can’t control it.

Her grandeur and structure flooded my thoughts as she flooded the ground around me. I felt my pussy tingle as the tension mounted inside of me. Her choreographed yet chaotic cloud dance filled my mind. Rain and wind enveloped me, wrapping me in a blanket of her love. She turned me on so much. The tension built to a plateau, as I envisioned myself standing in her eye, staring at blue sky as the storm raged in a circle around me. I arched my back as a surge of energy shot through me. “Oh Irma!” I cried out, my voice getting drowned out by her roar. I felt her power travel through me as I orgasmed, feeling her intensity overwhelm me. “Destroy me!” I say, squirting a rush of my juices which joined hers. My orgasm subsided as the rain washed away my juices of my sin. And that is how you have sex with a storm.