This was a really long day. I felt a bit tired and lonely. Moreover, a thunderstorm was approaching and the weather was still warm and humid. The bedroom window was half-open. A thick and hot breeze was blowing on the second floor of our house.

I enjoy the excitement brought by the approaching lightning and thunderstorms. This power and majesty reminds me of the passages in the Psalms and other scriptures that describe the power and glory of God. These scriptures often express this divine atmospheric disturbance.

It's not blasphemy or disrespect, but I especially enjoy communicating with the divine while naked in a thunderstorm, playing alone and masturbating. God kindly allows women to experience multiple orgasms in bliss. I was so excited during these storms because I could thank God between the flashes of lightning and the thunder, and through the orgasms, receive the marital, sexual and erotic experiences bestowed upon me.

I lay naked in the darkness, with lightning illuminating my body. Each climax was drowned out by the thunder. I screamed hoarsely: This is one of the ways I worship God and his majesty. Naked and vulnerable, I knew I was surrounded by a group of celestial witnesses, communicating with the universe and the Creator. It was the Creator's loving gift that gave me the ability to experience climax again and again. This was an incredibly sacred and wonderful sensual experience.

(Remind me to share a story. It was about one night during a thunderstorm, when I was alone on the deck and had a similar experience. I was naked and communicating with the heavenly light show and my battery-powered toys until I obviously cried too many times, and a concerned neighbor informed the authorities.)

So, yes, at that time I was in a good mood and was busy drinking a bottle of red wine. The outside was dark, so I turned off the air conditioner. The music from the home stereo was 90s jazz. Oh, by the way, that night, after reading a really wonderful post by CreamyPatty, I felt extremely hot all over. I had been naked for a while, and the humidity in the room made me sweat profusely. The sweat gathered at my navel, like a tear drop, sliding down my right hip and landing on my fluffy abdomen.

Yes, my pubic hair and armpits need trimming. They are now very moist, and the area beneath my breasts is the same. I like how they lie heavy and warm in my palm, damp with sweat. I feel very natural, almost primitive, lying naked on our king-sized bed with the sheets completely pulled back. The DNA stains, which are evidence of our recent lovemaking, are still visible on the sheets.

Turn on the music, place three lit jasmine candles around the bathroom, then I slide open the glass shower door, turn on the hot water, and pick up the adjustable shower head. Then I lie flat in the spacious room, with my feet firmly against the tiled wall. I spread my legs wide, allowing the luxurious hot water from the portable shower head to fully take effect. I turn the knob to a slow and steady pulsating rhythm, and then gently insert one or two fingers into my solitary private area. As they slide in, it feels really good. I keep tasting them to determine how moist I am. Um. The smell of my private parts is simply amazing, even when I'm taking a shower. I long to taste the scent on my fingers, on Ken's penis, or on his lips. Ahhhhhhhh.

Since both of our shower heads were spraying water at the same time, I felt the soothing hot water all over my body. The hot water poured down on my face, throat, torso, and even between my legs. I closed my eyes and imagined myself as a secret agent operating behind enemy lines. I was captured by a group of female soldiers and taken to this secret cell, where I was forced to undress and lie on my back for what they called a "water therapy". They injected me with drugs, and added the pulsating shower head. My little penis worked its magical power, and they were expecting me to reveal the purpose of this top-secret mission.

Thanks to my secluded and humid environment, my fingers and the water flow were pressing against my wet and furry vagina. My legs, due to being propped up high against the wall and the warm effect of the alcohol, began to cramp. I truly felt as if I were "forced" to have a conversation with the captive in my imagination. There was no violence, only pure sexual stimulation and energy.

"Alright, alright, damn it... Ahhhhh, I'll tell you everything. Um-hum. Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ummmmm. No, no, no. I ejaculated - ahhhhh... ahhhhh... ohhhhh!"

"Look at her. She's like a wild horse," the leader said.

"Yeah, I really enjoy taming these strong wild horses," the other person said with a smile. "Look at how strong those legs are!"

"Wow, was she urinating during her orgasm? Or was she having an ejaculation? With so much water and hair in between, it's really hard to tell."

"I thought all Western women shaved their own beards. This definitely isn't the case."

"Perhaps we should shave her head right now and then have a look ourselves."

Between several incredibly intense convulsive orgasms, I finally broke down. I managed to tell the interrogators what they wanted to know until the hot water started to cool down and my private area began to hurt. The interrogation lasted for a full 30 minutes or even longer before the hot water ran out.

When this feeling persists, it becomes a pure form of happiness.

I dried my body with a towel, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and then lay down on the bed. Naked and exhausted, I quietly fell into a deep sleep, without noticing at all that my vagina was still throbbing, and the ensuing thunderstorm. I seemed to merge with the universe.