Like thunder rolling across the valley from the distant hills, I felt my release building within my lower realms. Like a symphony building to a crescendo, I spiralled toward that explosive moment. My flesh was fevered as I thrust my hips forward to meet each plunging stroke. I savored the feel of his rigid member that so certainly impaled me. Never had I soared so high on wings of bliss than at that moment. If God he were, or mortal man, I had ceased to care. He certainly made love beyond the ken of any mortal men I had ever known. My fingers kneaded his flesh as I urged him on with urgent desire. He moved swiftly as we teetered on the precipitous edge of climax. I realized with chagrin that my voice was filling the night air with cries of elation and I was using language I had never used with my lover. I called to him to fill me, to spill his seed, to flood my cauldron with flaming passion, to take me utterly as he might wish, to play me with savage fury. The electric charge started at the base of my spine and crept slowly upward to my brain. It gathered energy as it climbed upward. My head rolled from side to side as I cried out for him to fill me with the elixir his of passion. My legs gripped him tightly as I felt him quiver with the impending explosion. He thrust deeper, giving heed to desire, and I felt the weight of his orbs striking against my bottom. They were heavily laden with the white hot potion I craved within my depths. The tangled thatch of his hair came down powerfully on my personal place and triggered the firing of impulses along neural pathways taut with tension. I was catapulted over the edge of the chasm and screamed with the intensity of the orgasm that racked my body. Lightening flashed across my mind as one surge followed another.

I felt the hot spray of his release deep within my body, flooding my womb. He poured out his love as I became the willing vessel of his lust.

Together we convulsed beneath the brilliant stars as wave upon wave swept over us. Eons might have passed unnoticed as we became one the athame and the cup, the wine and the vessel, my body the chalice as he poured forth his seed most copiously. We shook, and laughed, grunted and groaned, sighed and heaved as each new paroxysm of ecstasy burst upon us.

The ebb and flow continued until at last, he moved to my side.

Laying his horned head upon my shoulder, he smiled up at me. I embraced him as I kissed his forehead. His hands played upon my body and left sparks where his fingers touched. His eyes were limpid pools in which I could see the reflection of infinity. ---------- My hand reached down to discover my erection. I often awakened this way, but this morning was unusual. The most vivid recollection of a dream, if dream it were, had left its shadow in my mind. Fireflies of pleasure circled about my mind as I touched my rigid staff.

I felt the pleasure rise from the touch of my fingers along the straining shaft.

With a feather touch, I stroked the glans and revelled in the pleasure evoked. Was it a dream? Certainly I am not a woman. Yet, strangely, I had slipped the bonds of reality. The sensation of having been made love to was overwhelming. I opened the YKK zipper on my sleeping bag as the warmth of the rising sun bathed my manhood in radiant light. The morning air was still in the silent forest as I gently stroked it. The flesh of my hand produced a most tantalizing friction on my stiffened length. The divorce was final and an empty house awaited me.

I'd learn to live without the woman with whom I'd shared so much of life. How would I fill the emptiness that loomed like a specter within me? Memory of the dream returned with more insistence.

I recalled what Pan had said as we drifted into the nether world of sleep. "Thou art never alone, " he had said. "For we are with thee always. We are that which is found at the end of desire. If that which you seek be not found within you, it shall never be found without." What magickal transformation to woman had occurred? Is that how the Gods revealed greater understanding for which I had prayed? Or simply a dream? Had I been somehow given an insight into my feminine aspect, or was it an illusion of the mind? Whatever else it had been, perspectives opened that I had scarcely expected. That aspect of my nature had been a closed door, kept carefully closed.

Now it became a curiosity with erotic nuance beyond my ability to fathom. I thought about that magnificent lance which had pierced my body whether in spirit or flesh, reality or dream I had yielded myself to passion. There would be much to consider in coming days. I was unclear how these events affected me, or understood the feelings that emerged.

Somehow, the significance faded as the urgency for release became more pronounced.

My hand moved more swiftly along the swollen shaft of my maleness.

It would soon explode in a shower of white cream.

The bliss of orgasm that hovered at the edge of perception would be my celebration of the masculine. I decided that I would explore my feminine aspects just as diligently later.

Perhaps I would find that understanding lay somehwere between the two.

The End. Or perhaps, only a new beginning! BiMage.