Tuesday 21 April 2015

Coming Together - more than a physical bond?

Hello and welcome.

I'm very interested in the space we occupy when we experience orgasm. I often write of a 'breaking free' of the physical self. When my ladies come they are usually flying around in the atmosphere tripping out - but it is utterly all encompassing. 

Here's one of the favourite orgasms I wrote from The Dinner Guest in Chemical [se]X

"I am the eye of this storm and I embrace the stillness for as long as I can before letting go. I come, I come, I come through the stars and the moon and the earth and the flesh. And they come too, choking and ramming me – pleasure and pain. I feel them twist in blissful agony inside me, filling me from head to toe with their raw essence."

I wonder where that place is? Where do we go when we're in that state or on that plane of existence? If we fragment and break free of ourselves is it impossible to think that we may meet other energy in that place? Could we find a sexual/ spiritual connection on that orgasmic plane? Imagine, when you come simultaneously with your lover and your spirits break free, combining at that one blissful point, how incredible would that be. It's a theme I explore over and over in my writing. I call it Ultimate Unity and the place we join is The Meeting Point. 

I thought I'd share a snippet from my book Taking Flight today - it's all about a couple separated by distance but brought together by a spiritual unity they find when they orgasm... it all makes sense in the story - it really does.
Deborah and Marcus are on the run, surviving in the forest with an older couple. This couple tell them about Ultimite Unity and how if they master the art of coming together and meeting on that spiritual plane, they will be able to meet at the point of orgasm no matter how far apart they may be in the physical world. The young couple know they are in very real danger of being captured and separated so decide to cast aside their reservations and give it a go.
Here's an excerpt where Deborah tries to put the theory of Ultimate Unity to the test.

Marcus was stirring as Deborah crawled in beside him and found a space tucked up under his arm. It smelled so thickly of him that her mouth watered once more, sending twitching bolts of excitement to her pussy. 
She was wet and sleepy and horny, the best state to be making love in, and she tucked the chocolate safely at the side of the bed and let her hand wander to her lover’s cock. Massaging his shaft in one hand and toying with her own nipples in the other, Deborah wondered whether she could take him inside her without waking him up. 
She lifted herself up as silently as she could, sliding her skirt up over her naked buttocks. He shuffled slightly as she straddled him, and she paused, holding her breath, her heart beating furiously. Pain built in her thighs as she crouched, waiting for him to sink back into deep sleep. 
When she was sure he was gone, she lifted the tip of his cock and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet now; she slicked his head with her juices before he’d even touched her. It turned her on to be so ripe and ready for him, taking control like this, when it was usually him dominating her. 
Her pussy walls were contracting in desperation, and she grasped his thick shaft and speared herself with it, swallowing him up entirely until their pelvises met and she ground her clit onto his fuzzy mound. Her hips undulated back and forth, pinning him and fucking him with all her might. Love juice poured from her, soaking their pubic hair and filling the shelter with their mingled scent. 
It was glorious, and as the bucking and spasming of her pussy pulled her awareness to that other place, Deborah forced her eyes open to try and take Marcus with her this time. To her surprise, he was staring at her, smiling, and she knew instantly that he’d been awake all along. 
He grabbed her bouncing tits and thumbed her nipples roughly as she started to come from deep within. His gaze held hers as if trying to keep her attention on him and not fly off. 
She felt tethered. 
Come with me, Marcus, she silently implored as her orgasm broke free and surged through her body and out over him. As he held her, she was amazed as part of herself tore off and rode the wave of her climax, following it all the way down to meet his, where they roared together, meeting at that point. 
He stared into her eyes and she knew he was with her here and in that other place. 
Let go, let go, she told him without words. I’ll be there, waiting… 
They were absorbed by the light they created and stormed around in it, coming again and again, around in and through each other. 
She laughed and danced in him and he in her. 
He’d made it. 
Later, in the blissful afterglow, Deborah reached over to her secret stash. 
“Now taste this,” she said huskily, pressing a shard of chocolate between his lips. 
They were both soaked with sweat and sex and Deborah felt utterly depleted of energy. Of all the things in the world her body might need after that, chocolate was it. Rich, thick, sublime. 
As the sweat dried, drawing a chill to her flesh, the chocolate warmed and replenished. She floated in and out of a dream, letting herself fall and rise with Marcus’s breathing, and all the while chocolate melted into her tongue. 
“Well, that was a wonderful way to be woken up,” said Marcus, lifting himself onto his elbow and staring at Deborah. He lifted strands of hair from her sticky, sweat-smeared face and kissed her. “You taste divine.” 
“You too,” she said, licking a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. 
“Did that really just happen? Is that what it feels like?” 
Emotion bubbled in Deborah’s chest and she could only nod as her eyes smarted with tears.
“We were one, Marcus,” she stuttered in broken whispers. “We were one.” 
He cradled her back to the safety of his embrace and she could feel his heart hammering in his chest. 
“I love you,” he whispered and pulled her tighter. 

At that moment, Deborah felt complete... 

If it is le petite mort, are we gaining insight into the energy of the next existence too? Sound a bit loopy? 

I find it a fascinating topic and even if it isn't true - it sure is fun to research!

From Pinterest and Malin James
oil by Serge Marshennikov

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