It
happened again. Saturday afternoon my
best friend texted me saying her guy was going out of town…. And we both knew
what that meant. It’s been a long while
since we had some much needed girl-talk, I told her to come on over for a
bonfire. I even told her I’d have some
Captain Morgan’s waiting for her. She
readily agreed and said she would be over after 8 PM. Done deal! Ready to go!
But it
turns out I have seriously NO shame when it comes to sex with spaceman. After admittedly a few too many drinks
sitting bar-side watching the Ryder Cup with him, we found ourselves back home
again and, of course, behind locked bedroom doors.
Turns out
there’s a reason why couples who tie the knot take a honeymoon. We are discovering first-hand how intense
that first week together can be.
Although we didn’t tie any official knots, we are both committed to one
another indefinitely. To grow old
together is exactly what we want.
So… things
were kickin’ in the bedroom and spaceman whispers to me, “I think someone’s in
the livingroom.” To which through my
tantalized disposition I replied, “They’ll go away.” SMH..
Now, I do
recall saying that. But at the time, I
thought it was one of my kids – to be ignored lol. Forty minutes later I discovered the text,
“Where are you? Kozar and Bonz want to
party with me ….but I told them we had to wait for their humans.” Yup, it was my best friend, who has been used
to just walking in and I guess expected me to be more, um, available to noticing
her there. Lol But yeah… it didn’t
happen. I was 3 sheets to the wind and
thoroughly enjoying my evening “fun”.
When I texted her back, she laughed it off and told me she was no longer
lurking in my living room, having abandoned our plans to relax on her own. Egads.
What could I do? This is the
second time something like this has happened to spaceman and I. The first time was with my sister, who also
walked in our home…. Albeit that time her visit was unplanned.
Maybe I
should put a sign up on the door to “Friends and Family: Please use the
doorbell. Thank you.”
And it’s
only going to get worse (*ahem, better*) because last night, Sunday night, he
unlocked something fierce between us.
Did you
know you can orgasm from chakra manipulation?
In theory, I’m sure I believed it possible. But believing it possible and believing it
possible for me are two entirely different things.
…
We’ve been
exploring chakras a little here and there.
But somehow the practice must have progressively loosened things up in
me. As I sat cross-legged on the bed
facing him, he hovered his hand about 6-9 inches away from the core of my
body. Usually his hands have been much
closer, even resting upon my stomach.
But this time his hand happened to traverse across this invisible sphere
where it instantly pulled me into focus.
An incredible amount of energy flared to life in an instant, like a
pulling of everything outward, inward, but in a flow that felt very much alive. How can I have sensation OUTSIDE my body like
that? As if it were a part of me! He wasn’t touching me; his hand was parallel
to my body, but not touching! The whole
sensation pulled from within my body but expanded beyond, and my brain – though
it understands chakras can expand in size – just cannot seem to process this
information. There’s a visceral feeling
that just cannot be put into words.
Both of us
being empaths, we can feel one another, bounce it back and forth between us,
building while playing. Last night as I
sat there and his hands intensified the energy pouring through me… he began
moving from one chakra to the next. Like
a water droplet has this cohesive factor that makes it want to be round when
formed and growing thinner when being pulled apart, his hand moving from one
chakra to the next thinned one blissful emotion just to begin picking up the
next, then leaving the former behind.
One at a time, slowly at first, then faster, he played my chakras like
an accordion. It felt like magnetic
emotional energy shifts, the quality of each chakra could be distinctly and
evenly experienced… all in a blissful
state of their own.
This went
on for what could have been hours or minutes, I couldn’t keep track and I
didn’t care either.
Several
times, I recall really feeling such a deep amazement and profundity… HOW can
this be POSSIBLE? WHAT are you DOING to
me???
And then I
felt the irony, some deep irony that made me giggle. And laugh I did, right through every chakra
as he continued to peruse them all, again and again.
After
laughing so much, we relaxed a bit and I took stock of how I was feeling… quite
blissed out, and I told him so. Every
chakra has its own flavor of blissfulness.
To read about it is one thing… but to feel it…. WOW!
This was a
meditative state for certain. Maybe it’s
Tantra. I don’t know. We’re just
stumbling into this, but it’s so powerful.
And he can feel what I feel, albeit to some degree muted,
second-hand. But it’s there.
It wasn’t
long before we were back at it, only this time it culminated into his timely
twisting of my second chakra which sent me curled into convulsions…. WITHOUT touching my physical body, I
definitively felt him make the twisting motion OUTSIDE of myself, which
immediately sent me into an involuntary state of existence. I don’t really have the words for this. It was orgasmic.
I feel
changed. Being with him is a revolution.
Being with
him has always felt amazing. From the
beginning, we’ve had incredibly dreamy, subliminal sex. And I am not one who any of my ex-boyfriends
would ever have termed “super sexual” AT ALL.
Willing, perhaps yes. But capable
of fantastic sex, nope. Average was all
I ever had before. But with spaceman….
We have had what was clearly simultaneous sexual intercourse experiences while
wide awake and 5-6 physical hours apart by car.
What we have is not anywhere near what I could term as “normal”. And I’m grateful. I could never willingly reproduce this. It just IS.
And it’s beyond wonderful.
