The weather the last few days has had a bit of a nip to it. I love the fall and winter. It gave me an urge to go out into the woods behind where I live late last evening. There is a path that leads to a very secluded spot where there used to be this brick building with a waterwheel.I think it may have been a cottage of some sort at one time back in the 1800s. The building has crumbled with age, but the water wheel still stands and ivy grows all over the parts of the building that still stand. It was very charming and quaint, a beautiful place, that I go to often. The moon was shining bright, and I lit a fire then placed candles all around the waterwheel and the building. As I sat and gazed into the firelight I was taken back, transported to another place and time. I truly felt like I was in an ancient place. Is time travel possible? If so I experienced it last night. I closed my eyes unable to resist the pull, and I swear I heard drums echoing from the past, and sweet sweet music. I had a sudden urge to dance and dance wildly. I stood up and began to dance around the fire, little by little my clothing came off as I began to sweat from the frenzy of my dancing and the heat of the fire. Louder and louder the music and drumming became and I felt drugged, not at all like myself, I closed my eyes and collapsed on the grownd nakid and panting feeling primal like some ancient creature. When I opened my eyes you were there, oh so beautiful like a God. You were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. You approached me and took me into your arms and gazed into my eyes, you did not speak, we needed no words. you kissed me so passionately, and fiercly. You took me then, hard and fast like I've never been taken before. There was so much passion it made me cry out and tears flowed from my eyes. I felt the earth shake, the drums got louder and louder the fire grew brighter and hotter, there was a deafening roar in my ears. I opened my eyes to see you but you were fading away, becoming transparent. Then you were gone , like a wisp of smoke. The roar died down, the music faded and drums ceased and the fire went out. I lie on the grownd soaked in my own sweat, tears and fluids from the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. Confused and sad I began to dress and made my way back home. I awoke this morning with a distant memory of this from last evening, who was this man? I need to see him again, was it you? Call me.