I know, I know you want to hear all about my Iron Chef victory on Friday and my photo shoot with Mistress Matisse on Saturday. I'll tell you all about it AFTER I take a day to relax and marshal my thoughts. Till then here is another one from the archives.

Someone once asked me if I ever tried my hand at writing porn.
Enjoy,
-monk

The warm sun shines down on the hills. Spring flowers, petals open on an
explosion of colors, sway in the soft breeze. We walk together up the
trail.

"Where are you taking me??" you ask, more curious than annoyed.

"You will see soon enough," I reply and smile.

We turn a bend in the trail and emerge from the forest to see what looks
like the edge of a cliff. Smiling, you admire the view; it is stunning.
Before us the whole valley is splayed out. Cars on the highway far
below look like toys, civilization seems an eternity away.

"Wow," you sigh, "this IS impressive."

"Oh wait, there's more," is my reply as I point over the edge of the
cliff, to the pool just below it. You see it's not really a cliff, but
rather an outcropping of rock above a natural hot spring pool. The
large round pool is ringed with flat smooth rocks. Steam rises out of
the pool.

"Oh my..." you stammer.

Taking your hand, I lead you down the trail to the edge of the pool.

"You see, once this pool was considered to have medicinal properties, so
the state protected the entire area from development. Over the years
the location of this pool and the larger set of pools on the other side
of that hill over there has been a well-guarded secret. This pool is
seldom visited; it's called 'lovers' pool' for that reason," I explain
as I remove my backpack.

"Here, sit down." I motion to a bench carved into the stone. "Let me
help you."

I begin by removing your shoes and your socks, carefully tucking them
away so they won't get wet. I gently stroke your feet, getting the
blood flow back to them once your hiking boots are off. As I kneel
before you, you rise and remove your top, your skin shining in the
sunlight. From my angle, the curve of your breasts eclipses the sun and
your nipples stand out hard against the light. I reach up and remove
your shorts and panties... now naked before me, you blush as I look up
and down the length of your body and smile an appreciative smile.

You move to help me remove my clothes, but I step back and take them off
myself. Now both naked, I lower you into the warm pool. Your eyes
widen as the warm water touches your skin, instantly turning it red.

"Ohh, that's warm, but good," you sigh as you begin to lower your hips
into the steaming water. Water rushes into the pool from above us and
keeps the flow of water moving across the pool and cascading down the
other side. You begin to reach for me.

"No, I have something else in mind, " I say, and reach for my bag.
With a quizzical look, you watch me remove a firm loofah sponge, some
sweet-smelling soap and a bottle of what looks to be shampoo.

"All herbal and totally bio-degradable," I assure you as I begin to wet
the soap. I turn you so your back is to me and begin to lather the soap
across your shoulders, neck, and back. You begin to arch your back like
a cat in appreciation. Next, the hard sponge slowly scrubs your
skin... with handfuls of warm water I rinse the soap from your back as
the bubbles float past your breasts and over the side of the pool.

"Here, sit up," I ask.

You stand, still facing away from me. My hands begin at your hips,
working the deep lather across your back and down your ass. With firm
fingers I knead the fold of your buttocks in my hands and continue to
work my way down... again with the sponge I rub your skin and rinse the
soap away... you gently push your ass to my hands as I rinse it with
handfuls of water... undaunted I keep cleaning you, down the back of
your thighs, your calves, even your feet.

"Turn around," I ask.

Silently you turn and look at me. I wink and lather up the soap again.
Rather than stand, you sit up on a rock, your feet in the water, your
glistening wet mound right at eye level, almost daring me to touch it.
I lather up your legs... across the inside of your thighs… Your eyes
close in anticipation of my touching your flower....I move up across
your stomach, narrowly missing your mound. You bite your lip and give
me a look. I smile. Up your stomach and around your breasts…taking
each one in a soapy hand I knead them and lather them in soap till your
nipples look like the snow covered peaks of some fairytale mountain.
Taking your hand, I lower you back into the water....immersing you till
just your head is above it. Again you move to me... touching my
manhood...

"Turn around," I ask again.

Smiling a smile that says, "he is going to slide it in me," you turn.

With both hands I gently grasp the sides of your head and tip it back,
wetting your hair. With handfuls of water I massage your scalp and
begin to wash it with a shampoo that smells of wildflowers and cut hay.
As I slowly circle the base of your neck and work my fingers up the back
of your head you being to shudder. Your breathing comes quicker as I
rinse the soap from your hair. A soft moan escapes your lips as the
water rushes over your face and plasters your hair to your forehead.

Emitting a long, low sigh, you turn and look at me, your cheeks flushed
and lips deep red...

"And what ever can I do to repay you for that?" you sigh.

"Too late," I smile and point my glance at the line of semen floating
away from the tip of my cock and down over the edge of the pool. "You
already have."