Another story of quiet lovemaking (mf)
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Subject: Another quiet story of lovemaking (meditation)
Date: Sun Jul 9 23:44:49 1995
Alright, I'll give my two page disclaimers a rest for the evening.
This, like all my other stories, relates the story of two people very much
in love. In my opinion, if you are old enough to be in love, then you are
old enough to read the things herein. However, somebody obviously better
educated than I has decided that such things should be reserved for an
audience of over 18 years of age. So, if you're under that age, let it go
on the record that I told you not to read this, OK? Enjoy. Comments are
always appreciated and answered.
Finally, you tie up your homework for the night and come to my door.
Silence eminates from inside, so you quietly open the door and peek in. I
am sitting in a full lotus in the center of my room, wearing my gi pants
and sash. Incense burns in small holders on three sides of me, and you can
see the thin needles sticking into my acupuncture points, each needle with
a small burning dab of incense paste on it's end. I appear to be a rock,
no movement, even breathing apparent. My muscles are clearly defined, as
though I were straining in every direction at once, but my pose seems to be
relaxed. As you start to step back out into the hallway and slide the door
shut behind you, you hear my voice inviting you to come in and join me.
Starting a bit, as you were sure that you had been silent and hadn't
disturbed me, you nonetheless slip back into my room and face me, sitting
down indian-style, not yet fully comfortable in a full lotus.
You relax your body slowly, and begin the basic breathing exercises I
have taught you, slowly slipping further from consciousness. Unsure of
yourself, you keep jerking yourself back to reality, only to have to start
all over again. Finally, you reach a sustainable state of mushin, and
begin to meditate.
There is no conception of time, but it seems a great deal later that
you feel my hand held before you, palm facing you. You know that your eyes
are shut, yet you can sense my presense and intention. You mirror my
motion, and lift your palm to press against mine. At contact, there is a
slight spark, and you feel my presence even more tangiably. You
instinctively reach for my other hand as it reaches for you, and you thrill
as you recognize that you are practicing one of my most revered martial
disciplines. Palm to palm, we press against each other, my room, the
apartment, St. Petersburg, Florida, the USA, the earth, and finally even
the cosmos trancended as we float into ku togather. We communicate, though
with emotions, not words. You feel my love swell inside of me and seep
over you, and shiver as you reach out and touch my passion.
In a world far away, you feel your clothes float off of you, and your
body lifted and nestled against mine, but here in nothingness, you feel
nothing but my mind slipping against yours and melding with it like blue
smoke. Sensation comes to you from a great distance, but loses no power,
only becoming less intense. Your lotus blooms to accept my sex, and your
body wraps around mine, holding me deep within you, as we continue our
Instinctively, you remain motionless against my body, instead using the
inner muscles of your sex to grip me and pull me further into you, as I
pulse quietly inside you. Detatched as we both are from our physical
bodies, each new pressure is like a long, hollow beat on a giant drum,
reverbrating and echoing slowly through our bodies. Never before having
reached this level, you explore your surroundings, careful not to latch
onto any concrete thought that would drag you back out of meditation, and
your mind quivers as our passion is reflected back and forth between us, in
time to our hands, which slowly press against each other, lightly moving
our bodies apart, and then relaxing, letting us slip back togather.
Sensation builds within us, though in a different way than you have
ever experienced before. Not the familiar exponential curve of stimuation,
quickly bringing you to the point that release is demanded, instead these
feelings seem to be slowly filling up your body, like a cup being filled
with water. Your entire body is consumed by fires, but there is no
urgency, no need to bring the act to any climax. Instead, you continue
your motions, feeling yourself full of sensation, your body feeling heavy
to the point of bursting. Like the cup, though, when you cannot contain
the sensations any longer, they gently spil out of you, not crashing
through your body like an orgasm, but rather washing your mind and entire
being with pleasure. You recognize the familiar tinglings of your orgasm,
but they do not abate. Rather, you just float on the waves of passion,
feeling me holding you and sensing my own fulfillment mixing with yours.
Slowly, you transcend these feelings. The sensations are still with
you, but not part of your conscienceness. As your mind slips free and
floats higher, so do the sensations in your body become more and more
intense, as your tolerance for intensity heightens along with your
perceptions. You feel our bodies togather, locked in a passionate embrace
as we spiral upward togather, our love shared consciously as much through
our minds as our bodies.
When you finally open your eyes it is dark outside. The several
minutes that you felt had gone by had turned to several hours. Slowly,
your conscious mind reawakens, and you blink as reality returns to you. In
the same moment, you note that you are fully dressed, and you see me
sitting facing you, exactly as I had been hours ago, and opening my eyes to
smile at you.