As we have often mentioned, men on this isle are known as the 'fire-beings', and women, the 'water-beings'. It's because of their energies.
And today, while they were both high on mushrooms, they could feel this more than ever. She could feel herself as a water bag, her skin holding all the gelatinous, moving waves of liquid energy within. No wonder she was full of curves, for they were simply oceanic waves that moved through her as she walked. The ocean itself is female, and men can't help but gaze in wonder at its waves.
She could feel his eyes looking at her now, hot with a burning fire. They were both naked, and your true self, your true energies, are so much more evident then. Suddenly she noticed that Tomek, the flame, her fire-being, who is still staring at her with fiery eyes, seemed to transform and the front of him erupted into flames. Rather, it was a big 8-inch purple flame that jumped right out of the front of his body, pointing at her. A flickering, throbbing mass of flame. Dancing before him.
He had lit up! Just at the sight of her. It was a bit awe-inspiring. She thought: he bursts into flames,... just because he sees me? Little ole me?
But at the same time, it caused her consternation. The flame seemed to be stepping towards her. Mama always said, don't play with fire.
It looked like a wooden torch projecting out of him, all set on fire for her.
But now he is kissing her, and his tongue bursts into flame, burning its way into her mouth, so that steam rises from her lips, nose, and ears.
Meanwhile, his much bigger flamethrower below was pushing up against her belly, already scalding it. She gasps, as her temperature is rising quickly.
Somehow they fall over, and are lying on the moss below, their mushroom dreams roiling through them.
When a man bursts into flames, it hurts him. Watch any condemned man who's being burned alive, and you'll understand. He's going to yell. When that rod of his is on fire, it's painful! And there's only one way to douse it. You can throw a bucket of water on it, but it won't do that much good when he's that hot for you. Ask any woman who wasn't in the mood, when her man comes at him with his flame torch, and she tries to grab her mop bucket of water and throw at him. It'll slow him down, but won't do much good if he's really hot for you.
The only way on Earth to really douse a man on fire, is for him to dive into a woman's watery world.
And she loved this man! She could very emphatically understand all the pain he was going through when he looked at her. And intuitively understood that the only way for a woman to give her man peace, is to give herself to him. Yes, that fire’s hot, and yes it's going to burn, but if you really love him, you've got to let him in.
And so in the heat of the moment, her legs just opened up. And then he sunk his flame torch deep down into her. Into her witchy, watery world. The magical world of female sirens.
She yelled. It was hot! The steam poured out of her Venus portal as great wispy clouds. A fire like his could not be extinguished easily. Her temperature kept rising.
And now it was causing her own insides, the liquid femaleness of the water-beings, to boil. Yes, she'd reached the boiling point. It made her yell. But he kept cooking her, stirring her up with his wooden spoon.
After a while, he pulled back a little, cooling just a little. Basically, he put her on a simmer. He simmered her, turning her broth into a fine, fine stew. But he kept his flame going.
Then he turned the heat up again. Turning her into a roiling boil. And like a teapot on the stove, she began to whistle. Her spout opened, and she let out a long stream of whistling moans.
When your lady starts to whistle, that's when you know she's gonna come. She can't hold it back. She can't keep it in. It just comes out of her, in all directions. Even her toes and her fingers start flying all over the place, as her hair whips around.
And that's when he releases himself. Into the thickest part of her witchy, watery stew. Women are the best cooks, and their boiling pots are magic. It's the only thing in the world that can really put out a man's burning, flaming, painful desires. Her goulash is the only thing that can truly satisfy him. If he can only come inside.