Like most people, each new day is much like the last, but sometimes in an instant, everything can change, and nothing is ever the same again. Kind fate can intervene in a surprising way, and this is what happened to me one day in late autumn. I had grown used to my solitary existence with only the woodland creatures and the songbirds for company.
One day, however, whilst I was out in the forest foraging for nuts and berries to supplement my meagre diet of bread, milk from my cow and meat when I could snare a rabbit, I came across what looked like a bundle of rags huddled between the roots of an ancient oak tree. Curious, I stopped to investigate and then discovered, when I peeled them back, that the rags covered the body of a young woman. I felt her forehead to see if she was still alive and felt for a pulse at her throat. She was very cold from exposure to the elements and emaciated, suggesting she had neither eaten nor had anything to drink apart from drops of water clinging to the wet leaves. I was quite certain that if I had left her there, close to death as she was, she would not have survived another night, especially as it looked as if the night would see the first frost of the autumn.
I picked her up and carried her back to my simple dwelling – she was so light she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. She was filthy, with the dirt ingrained in her skin, so the first thing I did was strip off her clothes and carefully wash her body with warm water and wood ash. I also did the best I could to untangle her matted hair. Once she was moderately clean, I saw that she was covered in sores and bruises, so I prepared an ointment from honey. I then wrapped her in furs and laid her in front of the fire where the warmth would promote her recovery.
I cared for her body for many days and nights, feeding her with broth from a spoon like a baby to build up her strength. Slowly, day by day, she began to grow stronger, and like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, she underwent a magical transformation as her natural beauty was revealed. For the first time in my life since my mother had died, I started to have feelings for another human being, and love started to blossom in my mind.
When at last she recovered the power of speech, she told me her sad and painful story. She had been abducted along with her mother by a beast who carried them off to his castle. One night, after many months of savage ill-treatment, when they had both been fed only scraps, locked in a cold dungeon for much of the time, and only let out for his amusement and that of his friends, she managed to escape when his attention was diverted by a messenger from the king, by hiding in the sewers under the castle before fleeing into the forests when night fell. Sadly, she had to leave her mother behind, and she feared that she would pay with her life.
She ran for many days through the forest, living off leaves and grass and drinking the filthy water from the pools left by the rain. Her strength often threatened to give out, but every time she fell she picked herself up and stumbled on fuelled only by the terror of being recaptured. Finally, she could go no further and collapsed at the foot of a tree, which is how I found her close to death on that late autumn day; a day when both our fortunes changed and became the first day of our new lives.
At first, she shrank from my touch. All men were tainted by her dark memories, but infinitely slowly she responded to my tender care and started to learn to trust again. Eventually, what began as gratefulness became affection, and then as the months passed, love, until one night she gave herself to me freely and without reserve. That was nearly two years ago, and now we sit, contented and warm by the fire in my cottage, the intimate silence occasionally broken by tender words of love. Whispered words so as not to disturb the infant gurgling in her cot.
In the warmth and light of each other's adored presence, I call her my blue bird, after the tits that feed from her hand every morning, while I am her angel. Me, a simple woodcutter.
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Our love has been blessed by physical passion: the beauty and joy of the union of our bodies the manifestation of the joining of our souls. It only takes a look, or the touch of fingers on an arm, and a fire is kindled in our souls, and we rise as one, walking hand in hand to our tiny bedroom, where we leisurely undress, savouring each moment of slowly revealed nakedness, our passion growing hotter in eager anticipation of pleasures to come.
Lying down side by side upon the bed, and delighting in the blissful sensation of our naked limbs entwined, we hold each other close, our fingers touching and stroking, as we embark on a voyage of erotic exploration, deep into the bright maelstrom of arousal and desire.
I gently caress the soft undercurve of her breasts, and trace the line of their areolae with my fingers. Leaning forward, I take a nipple between my lips, and suckle it, until it grows and becomes erect, my enchanted lover moaning in the delight of burgeoning arousal
Then we kiss, our soft lips pressed together, and parting to allow our dancing tongues to dart and explore, briefly touching, entwining, and then penetrating the heart of the other's open mouth, as we share each passionate breath, the delicious aphrodisiac of mounting sexual ecstasy.
I run my hand down the gentle swell of her belly, pausing for a moment to stroke her naked mound before finding that dark secret place between her thighs. Parting her swollen lips to plunge into her wetness, I caress the inner wall of her velvet tunnel, finding that sensitive spot from which exquisite sensations rise and flow through her body until they flood her mind with intoxicating fire.
Sighing, she lifts her hips to push against my fingers, her radiant flesh tingling in excited anticipation of the climax that will sweep her away on a wave of overwhelming pleasure, her clitoral hood stretching to allow its swelling bud to grow and harden under the pressure of my palm.
Impatient to take our journey of mutual love onward to its divinely rapturous conclusion, she caresses my most private parts, cupping my balls and stroking the shaft of my manhood as it rises in tumescent glory. Encircling my throbbing shaft with her fingers, she guides its swollen head to the gates of paradise, where I enter into the heat of her pulsating core with one swift thrust of my hips, until I am wonderfully embraced by its silken walls, deep in the heart of her womanly beauty.
Pausing for a moment to savour the mystery and delight of our union, we begin our glorious journey to the stars, our naked bodies moving together in rhythmic harmony, and writing a new symphony of infinite wondrousness. We ride the waves of pleasure, our limbs writhing in the grip of an irresistible force carrying us closer to the heavenly shores of mutual ecstasy, each wave of our approaching orgasms greater and more intense than its predecessor, until our senses are overwhelmed with indescribable joy as we ascend toward the summit of rapture and the most intense pleasure that human flesh can know.
Finally, as we arrive at the peak of ecstasy, driven by the hot, urgent thrusting of our limbs, accompanied by the music of our incoherent moans and cries, as one, we finally cross the boundary to bliss, while the sweet paroxysms of pure physical pleasure transport us to a new world where we truly become one person, eternally joined in mind and spirit.
In the euphoric aftermath of extreme passion, the languorous glow of post orgasmic relaxation steals through our heavy limbs, and half sleeping, half awake, we float above the world on clouds of blissful delight, in the joy of the daily consummation of our love until we fall into the sleep only true lovers can know, where even our dreams are one.
