My Love in Eat, Pray, Love

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. 

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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.