MVOSS- Part 1

The evening by itself was rather foggy and dark. A silent chill ran through the air which made one utter that small breathless "ssshh" which ended in a vibrant gasp. The view from the mountain side was breathtaking, for it combined the transcendental beauty of the mist covered mountains with the waning strength of the setting sun's rays. All this was nothing new for Philogyne, for he had seen things far more spectacular, things that defy and revamp imagination, during his short but exciting stay of twenty odd years. Yet he let himself be amazed, he let the feeling of blissful shock overcome him, immersing in its beauty, like one seeing it all for the first time.

The wafting drafts of air carried that smell, a smell so familiar that it passed out of one's conscious self. But this time, as the breeze tickled his nose, he again felt the smell as though he was sensing it for the very first time. Random thoughts, unconnected and undisturbed by the settling hand of wisdom passed through his brain. He knew what was happening and he didnt want it to stop..

Time as a flowing river went on, shading the scenary with its invisible brush. HE felt the calming warmth on his face being erased and the wafting smell fading in his heart. As an orgasm the feeling raced through him, shattering all walls of escape and imagination. As the shivering slowed down, he knew the time had finally come.