Quiet lovemaking

Finally, you tied your homework at night and came to my door. Silence emanates from the inside, so you quietly open the door and look inside. I'm sitting on a full lotus in the middle of my room, wearing my pants and leash. incense burns on small supports on three sides of me, and you can see the thin needles hitting at my acupuncture points, each needle with a small cradle of incense paste at its end. It looks like I'm a rock, no movement, even breathing apparent. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I was crashing in each direction at once, but my posture seems to be relaxed. When you start going out in the hallway and sliding the door behind you, you hear my voice inviting you in and joining me. Starting a little, as you were sure you had been silent and didn't bother me, yet you slid back into my room and face me, sitting in the Indian style, not yet completely comfortable in a full lotus.

Relax your body slowly, and begin the basic breathing exercises I have taught you, slowly slipping further from consciousness. Unsure of yourself, you keep masturbating back to reality, just to have to start over. Finally, you reach a sustainable state of mushing, and you begin to meditate.

There is no conception of time, but it seems much later that you feel my hand attached to you, palm to you. You know your eyes are closed, but you can feel my presence and intention. You reflect my movement, and raise your palm to press against mine. In contact, there's a little spark, and you feel my presence even more cheesy. You instantly reach my other hand as it reaches you, and you get excited to recognize that you are practicing one of my most venerated martial disciplines. Palm to palm, we pressed each other, my room, the apartment, St. Petersburg, Florida, the US, the land, and finally even the cosmos transcended as we floated together. We communicate, though with emotions, not with words. Feel that my love swells into me and goes up above you, and shift as you reach and touch my passion.

In a distant world, you feel that your clothes float from you, and your body rose up and nested against mine, but here at nothing, you feel nothing but my mind slips against yours and gets into it like blue smoke. Sensitivity comes to you from a great distance, but it does not lose power, it only becomes less intense. Your lotus bloom to accept my sex, and your body wraps around me, holding me deep within you, as we continue our meditation.

Instinctively, you stay motionless against my body, instead of using the inner muscles of your sex to grab me and get more into you, while pulsing silently inside you. Unattached as we are to our physical bodies, each new pressure is like a long and hollow blow to a giant drum, reverberating and resonating slowly through our bodies. Never before you reach this level, you explore your environment, care not to hold on to any concrete thought that would drag you back to meditation, and your mind stands in the way as our passion is reflected among us, in time to our hands, which slowly press each other, slightly moving our separate bodies, and then relaxing, letting us slip together. Sensitivity is built within us, though in a different way than you have experienced before. Not the well-known exponential stimulation curve, taking you quickly to the point where release is required, but these feelings seem to be slowly filling your body, like a cup full of water. His whole body is consumed by the fires, but there is no urgency, no need to take the act to any climax. Instead, you continue your movements, you feel full of feeling, your body feels heavy to the point of blowing up. Like the cup, however, when you can't contain the longest sensations, they gently get you out of your body, not crashing through your body like an orgasm, but washing your mind and whole being with pleasure. You recognize the family tingles of your orgasm, but do not abate. Rather, you simply float into the waves of passion, feeling that I hold you and feeling my own fulfillment mixing with yours.

Slowly, it transcends these feelings. The sensations are still with you, but not part of your consciousness. As your mind slips free and floats higher, so the sensations in your body become more and more intense, as your tolerance to intensity increases along with your perceptions. You feel our bodies together, locked in a passionate embrace as we spiraled together, our love consciously shared through both our minds and our bodies.

When you finally open your eyes it's dark outside. The several minutes you felt had been several hours. Slowly, your conscious mind wakes up, and you blink as reality comes back to you. At the same time, you notice that you are fully dressed, and you see me sitting in front of you, exactly as I had been hours ago, and opening my eyes to smile at you.