I first met her in our dreams. I was in a beautiful protected mountainous jungle area. As I looked around, in my dream, at the people my initial feeling was they had been through a lot and were now safe, healing and happier.

Some of the younger ones were bathing and swimming in clear nourishing cleansing life giving waters. The water was clear to my minds eye yet at the same time with a milky appearance to it. The waters were flowing through the rocks into lovely pools and streams beyond. I could sense their invitations to join them in the nourishing waters if I wanted.

My attention was drawn to a meeting place within a cavern of sorts. There were long wooden tables and many people. They were of no particular race. Everyone was in a festive mood. My attention was next drawn to the front of the meeting hall to her. Everyone had great respect for her and were bestowing a great honor upon her. As if she was being crowned queen, like Queen Mother. Oh not like the stodgy stuck up Queen Mother of England or something like that, but a real Queen Mother in the truest sense of the words.

Our eyes meet, our souls seem to reach out for each other, not like two love starved creatures seeking to fulfill some lustful need, but two souls that seem to know each other on a real and pure level. I can feel our hearts tug at each other. We begin to move gradually toward each other ever so smoothly. Her people mummer slightly knowingly as they allow her to pass.

I had never felt this clear before about the meaning of life and our part in it. I think back to the clear yet milky nourishing waters of life. I realize we are each half of a whole. Diametrically opposed beings yet together we form one complete union. She the beautiful garden, I the gardener. I the planter of seeds, she the nourisher and the garden within, the mother. She the queen, I the king. I realize as I gaze upon this beautiful soul we are not queen and king in an unbalanced ruling sense of the word but unspoken respected equals. We are one she and I. Separate whole beings, yet more complete together.

We draw closer to each other. I sense her love, her charity, her chastity and her womanliness. I can see her people cherish her and would give their lives for her. It's obvious she would do the same for them.

For the first time I notice she is only clothed in a loose sarong wrapped about her lower waist, hips and thighs. Her auburn hair brushes her tan shoulders.

She continues to move toward me. Her movements are like the grasses gently blowing to and fro in the wind, her perfect breasts sway ever so slightly from side to side with each meaningful movement of her body. The upper portion of her breast are fluid in their motion. I feel a connection I have never known with another human being before. It's as if we are beginning to blend our souls.

I notice small drops of liquid forming on the tips of each of her well developed firm nipples. Her areolas are larger than silver dollars with a beautiful healthy tint to them. As she draws even closer I notice a small scar on the side of her right breast. I feel again she and her people have been through much together. Her breasts become indescribably beautiful to me in a way that only one who needs nourishing can truly see.

I notice for the first time that my head hurts and my throat is beyond dry, my mind is slightly foggy and the wonderful clarity I have been experiencing slips away momentarily. Then I begin to smell the most wonderful natural perfume, I feel a warmth and closeness to my face, I feel a gentle touch to the side of my head that seems to be hurting and I wince! Suddenly I wake up as that beautiful right breast with the small scar is lifted to my face and that extraordinarily firm nipple with the drop of golden white nectar is gently inserted into my mouth. I instinctively latch on and begin drawing from inside her into me clear milky nourishing healing cleansing milk from this most beautiful queen of women.

Her milk lets down in ever increasing amounts, so much in fact it runs out the sides of my mouth and soaks the collar of my aviators shirt. I begin to realize how thirsty and hungry I am. I easily empty her beautiful right breast and am beginning to feel better. I attempt to set up but the pain in my head is a heavy dull throbbing. I need more of her life giving milk and she eagerly guides her left nipple into my mouth. I latch on pulling her firm nipple and areola deep into my mouth and when I press her sublime nipple to the roof of my mouth with my tongue I can taste her wonderful vanilla nectar begin to flow into me and feel her life giving energy flow through me. She who nourishes has brought me back to the land of the living. As I continue to suckle on her I feel her stroking my hair as she gently coos and moans. I look into her eyes and see they are moist with tears and have a beautiful shine to them. I feel a peace I haven't felt in many years, I feel like I have somehow returned home, yet I have never been to this wonderful place before.

My senses are super heightened, I can taste the sweetness of her golden vanilla nectar in my mouth, I'm intoxicated by the natural perfume from her skin, I'm calmed by the warmth of her body. The fragrance of her sweet wonderful honey gently escaping from the garden gate between her legs enters my nostrils ever so slightly. As I drift back to rest and recovery in the litter I was brought in atop the long table I again notice her soft cooing and deep throated moaning. Some how I know I am supposed to be here.

I heard her people call her mère missionnaire which to me sounded French. Some of the younger ones simply called her mère, which I came to learn means "mother". I discovered later her parents had been French catholic missionaries to a group of people in a remote chain of islands in the Pacific. I later learned the French word for queen was Reine (it sounded to my western ears like rain which was appropriate to me because when she spoke her words fell on my ears like a gentle rain). She didn't seem to mind when I called her Reine Mère.

As I began to gain more strength I realized what had happened to me and how I came to be in this safe meaningful place.

I was a veteran and had grown tired of all the talk of increasing war and my countries failing economy. I had never felt at home or felt like I belonged anywhere no matter where I was or whom I was with.

I had been flying charters for Uncle Sam off the coast of Southern Mexico, don't ask, and was feeling very lonely one day and decided to take the Cessna Skymaster out for a spin. I may have gotten a bit farther from the coast than I should have been but with my fuel tanks full and feeling somewhat despondent I didn't actually care. That's when it happened...

That freak high level storm had me in it's grips! I admit I had been pretty deep in thought about my life and what it was about and if it even mattered and wasn't as focused as I should have been. Now it didn't matter as I was in a rocking bucking plane being pushed way off course very quickly. Before I could blink I was more nautical miles out to sea than I wanted to imagine. This storm was not playing around and I was in serious trouble!

I had never been one for praying but found myself in a deep sort of internal prayer right there in the cockpit. My life's memory's were flashing through my minds eye rapidly, I figured this was it for sure! I guess I was making my peace.

My cockpit instruments were no longer working. I couldn't tell you how long I was in the grips of this powerful storm. It could have been minutes or hours. The next thing I knew I was going down! I was spinning down out of the storm and broke out into a small area of clear space, it was still a very rough ride. I was loosing power and still had no instruments and my transponder appeared to be fried! This is not good! I can't recall being hit by lightening, it happens in the air sometimes. You don't get the heavy shock effect because you are not grounded.

I was coming down fast and headed for the drink! I was trying to lean over and kiss my butt goodbye when I noticed a small almost unnoticeable horizon appear out of the low clouds momentarily. I figured what have I got to loose? I'm going for it! With no power left and very little altitude I knew I wasn't going to make landfall. With what I'd been through in the past few years I'm not sure I actually cared.

The waves were coming up fast so I tried to set my glide path up to hit with as little impact as possible. Coming in at 80 or 90 knots with choppy seas was going to hurt no matter what. For someone that didn't care if he lived or died I sure seemed to be doing a lot of praying!

The Skymaster hit the Pacific like bag of wet cement being dropped off a ten story building! I remember pulling my life jacket inflation device as I felt the side of my head hit the impact resistant Plexiglas. The next thing I knew I was gasping for air as I came to the surface and then the lights went out again.

I must have washed ashore and lay unconscious for several days before I was discovered by some children. The storm waves had carried my unconscious body high into dunes and palms. I was a mess and near death.

Some of the older children were summoned. They built a litter and carried me back through a secret passage that was virtually hidden from view by a natural overhang of rocks and plant growth. Even as you walked up on it all you could see was a solid impassible vertical cliff face that jutted straight up for about 800 feet.

We entered in through a barely perceivable opening, more of a slit actually, in the cliff face her people referred to as lèvres minora.

I would be told later how to slip in and out of this secret passage into the safe peaceful valley beyond where the nourishing life giving clear yet milky waters flowed. There was an abundance of lush vegetation and fertile soil for miles.

I realized I could barely speak and couldn't chew solid food so I must have sustained a jaw injury.

Reine Mère literally nursed me back to health six or seven times a day from her extraordinary breasts for almost eight weeks. As I gained my strength back over those weeks I realized I was pleasantly and peaceful being absorbed into this strange and wonderful little society.

She began to teach me short phrases in French and I her in English. I discovered she had grown up as a young child amongst these people so they were her family and people. Her parents had left to search out a remote jungle tribe in South America and had never been heard from again.

Reine Mère motioned for me to follow her which I gladly did. Her shape was exquisite, she was not overly tall but in great physical shape from years spent in the service of others and fending for herself.

She led me to the top of the tall cliff to a secluded lookout. Reine explained in French and broken English how she and her people always came here first to check the beach below before leaving the place of nourishing waters.

We gently slipped our way into lèvres minora and out onto the dunes above the beaches. My mind, my heart and my soul were at peace in this beautiful place with Reine.

Reine expressed to me how she was appalled with the way Vatican covered up all the pedophile priest cases and sealed their records. This led her to deep soul searching for answers to right and wrong. I told her how this had disgusted and sickened me as well. To put our faith and trust in these people as our spiritual leaders only to be betrayed at the deepest levels was unthinkable. As we strolled along the beach our hands gently slipped together, it felt so natural, like this was all meant to be.

I guessed they had migrated from somewhere near French Polynesia. I came to understand there had been terrible raids on there village by rebels looking for food, weapons and males to conscript into their war. Reine Mère had decided to flee the violence of the overrun villages with the children. All of the adult males and older male children had been forced into the rebel army. At first they had resisted until the raping and murdering of their wives, daughters and sisters began. The rebels promised anymore resistance would result in the same for the children. With all of the older males gone and older females lives tragically ended this left Reine to care for the children. She became both their mother and father.

Reine said where they were from had become known as the Island of Orphans. Children would arrive from all over; even from the main land to be cared for. Reine Mère went on to tell how they had stolen away at night on a rebel sailing vessel. Reine had spent many hours navigating the seas with her parents and felt confident she could sail the children and herself to safety. They had been at sea for close to a week when it happened.... a freak storm came up that gripped there little ship and carried them much farther out to sea than she could have imagined. Reine told me how she found herself in deep internal prayer like never before.

As the storm pushed them farther out to sea they ran out of formula for the infants. Still in deep internal prayer Reine noticed her breasts were feeling full and tender. As she looked down the fronts of her white cotton blouse were becoming very wet! Still in deep internal prayer she realized what she needed to do! As she reached for one of the infants she simultaneously opened the front of her blouse and exposed her swollen right breast. Just before the infant latched on she felt her nipple swell in anticipation. It sent an almost electrical thrill through her whole body. She felt complete. She motioned for one of the older children to bring another infant as she exposed her already dripping swollen left breast. Reine Mère released an involuntary deep moan as the second infant latched on and began to suckle.

She led me to a shaded spot on the dunes that had a magnificent view of the ocean. She sat with her back against the trunk of a small palm. Reine motioned for me to come closer and had me lie down in the warm sand as she placed my head in her lap. I did as she wished and guided my arm around her waist. Reine's beautiful right breast was full and firm to my caress. As I touched her scar I noticed a sadness in her eyes. I gently kissed her scar and continued to caress her firm full breast. As the golden white drops of nectar began to form on her firm nipple I licked it gently with my tongue. It was wonderfully sweet and warm. The scent of natural perfume coming from her skin was almost too much for me I pulled her nipple and areola deeply into my mouth! With my tongue I pressed her nipple against the roof of my mouth and begin suckling. Reine groaned and grasped the back of my head with both hands and pressed my face into her full breast. I breathed in her beautiful perfumed skin. I could feel myself becoming hard. Her legs opened slightly and I begin to breath in the wonderful fragrances at her garden gate. I was becoming more firm as her sweet nourishing milk fulfilled my longing to drink from her. To have her milk flow from inside her to inside me was so natural and arousing. Her hand slide gently but firmly around my erect member.

I emptied her right breast and repositioned myself to her other side and placed my head in her lap just below her dripping left nipple. She began to slowly stroke my throbbing penis as I licked the golden nectar from her nipple. I was so calm and so at peace. Nothing else mattered at this moment in time but the two of us in this place. I encircled her soft yet muscular waist with my arm as she cradled my head with her free arm. I pulled her swollen dripping nipple deep into my mouth and drew deeply on her with my suckling and my mouth was filled with her wonderful fluid. It flowed warmly and sweetly to the back of my throat and into my body.

She continued to slowly stroke my rock hard penis as I suckled her swollen milk filled left breast. Reine's coos and deep satisfying moans were too much for me stand. Her pleasure made me feel whole. As I emptied her breast we lay down in the sand together under the palm overlooking the sea. Together we unwrapped her sarong and exposed her perfect garden gate. As she opened her legs I touched her wetness with my fingers. I tasted her wet sweet honey with the fragrances of wildflowers, she was moaning deeper and looking deeply into my eyes, into my soul as I entered her. At first only the very tip of my swollen penis could enter her garden gate. After a couple perfect minutes or so I felt the whole head of my swollen member move in and then suddenly I felt my firm shaft slip a full halfway into Reine's exquisite tunnel of pleasure! She was so tight, yet soft and firm and then I felt her barrier. She thrust hard against my firmness until her barrier gave way and then I was deep inside her! She wrapped her legs around my buttocks and her arms around my back and we made the most passionate love I have ever felt in my entire life! As we climaxed together we just looked deeply into each others eyes as we allowed our bodies fluids to exchange and blend. As we continued to stroke each other deeply I returned to her beautiful breast and begin to suckle again, warmly and comfortably until we fell asleep in each others arms in the warm sand under the palm above the beautiful ocean satisfied to the very depths of our souls.

I called her Mother and she called me Father. Our children awaited us back inside lèvres minora where the nourishing clear yet milky waters flow.

Stayed tuned for more Reine Mère

- Robert, January 21, 2009

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