Moonlit

I awoke in the Winter night, swaddled in my featherbed.  The stars lit my arms through the uncurtained windows and my toes, feet too long for this dream, were cool.  I glanced at the clock, unwound it sold me a story of time that meant nothing to its audience.  These days this hour could be anything from evening news to early workrise.  I swung from the furniture, a practised movement of elbow bend and heel of hand, my feet docking perfectly in the fleece-lined slippers that define a true home.

Leaving the covers flat lest I should return in time to use my own warmth twice, I placed one foot beyond the other and via the black wooden doorknob rotating in its filigree escutcheon, I trod a path across the plank-lined landing.  Here, through the tall stair windows, a fulsome moon joined the stars in lighting my way down the half-finished staircase, carpet tacks a danger to a stranger, not to I.

My balls swelled beneath the rising tumescence of my cock as my thighs walked free through the private velvet night.  The breaths of those sleeping in the back kitchen could be sensed as clear as the quiet snores of those upstairs so, as the night is a private land, I turned the iron key in the sturdy lock and left by the front instead.

The trees lay dark in a blue-green hue of laurel and shadow..  Though chiaroscuro-lit from below and behind by the reflected light upon the new-lain snow.  Soft, cold, warm, waiting to be had at.

The door closed soft behind, though left unlocked, unlatched.  I took steps forward in my fleece-lined slippers, a snowflake landing here upon a buttock, there upon my nipple.

Hard now, as hard as HARD could be, I ran smoothly down the path between the trees to the glade at the bottom, an ornamental copse-like clearing with no view around but the tall stems of plants.  The snow below beyond ankle-deep and soft as cotton.  The sacred moon above shining down on me, bathing me in celestial shivering where both warm and cold unite in yearning.

I lay back upon the blanket, pulling at myself, testicles tickled by frozen mounds rising through my crack.  And, as I tugged, breathing hard and smiling at my union with the world, my other hand varied across my chest, my stomach, my meatus and my balls, pulling gentle yet firm at these till in my bliss the universe exploded and gobs of natural joy ascended to the stars beyond.

On my knees I pissed my last upon the ground then staggered home to bed. Oh, how I slept and dreamt thereafter.