Finally, you tie your homework for the night and come to my door. Silence emanates from within, so you quietly open the door and look. I’m sitting in a full lotus in the center of my room, with my pants and my belt. The incense burns in small supports on three sides of me, and you can see the sticky thin needles in my acupuncture points, each needle with a small burning dart of incense paste on its tip. I look like a rock, no movement, even breathing. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I were tense in all directions at once, but my pose seems to be relaxed. As you enter the hallway and slide the door closed behind you, you hear my voice inviting you to come in and join me. Since you were sure that you had been silent and had not disturbed me, you nevertheless withdrew into my room and face me, sitting in the Indian style, not yet completely at ease in a complete lotus.
You relax your body slowly, and start the basic breathing exercises that I taught you, slowly slipping further from consciousness. You’re not sure about yourself, you’re still jerking off on reality, just to start over. Finally, you reach a lasting mushing state, and begin to meditate.
There is no design of time, but it seems much later that you feel my hand held before you, palm facing you. You know your eyes are closed, but you can feel my presence and my intention. You reflect my movement, and you lift your palm to press against mine. In contact, there is a little spark, and you feel my presence even more tangible. You instinctively reach my other hand as it has reached for you, and you shudder by recognizing that you practice one of my most venerated martial disciplines. Palm in Palm, we rush against each other, my room, the apartment, St Petersburg, Florida, the United States, the earth, and finally even the transcendent cosmos as we float together. We communicate, but with emotions, not with words. You feel my love swelling in me and infiltrating over you, and shivering as you touch my passion.
In a distant world, you feel your clothes floating away from you, and your body has risen and nestled against mine, but here in nothingness, you feel nothing but my mind slipping against yours and melting with it like blue smoke. The sensation comes to you from a great distance, but does not lose power, becoming only less intense. Your lotus blooms to accept my sex, and your body wraps around mine, keeping me deep in you, as we continue our meditation.
Instinctively, you stand still against my body, instead of using the inner muscles of your sex to hold me and pull me further into you, while I quietly push in you. As we are both detached from our physical body, each new pressure is like a long hollow beat on a giant drum, reverbulating and slowly failing through our body. Never before you have reached this level, you explore your environment, be careful not to lock yourself into a concrete thought that would bring you out of meditation, and your mind trembles as our passion is reflected between us, in time to our hands, which slowly press one against the other, moving slightly our bodies, then relaxing, letting us slide together. Sensitivity is built in us, although in a different way you have never known before. Not the familiar exponential curve of stimulation, which quickly leads you to the point that liberation is required, instead, these feelings seem to slowly fill your body, like a cup filled with water. Your whole body is consumed by the fires, but there is no urgency, no need to bring the act to any climax. Instead, you keep moving, you feel full of sensation, your body feels heavy to the point of bursting. Like the cup, however, when you can’t contain the sensations longer, they slowly slipped out of you, not crashing into your body like an orgasm, but rather wash your mind and be whole with pleasure. You recognize the familiar tinglings of your orgasm, but they don’t drop. On the contrary, you float on the waves of passion, feeling me holding you and feeling my own accomplishment mixing with yours.
Slowly, you transcend these feelings. Feelings are always with you, but are not part of your consciousness. As your mind slides free and floats higher, so the sensations in your body become more and more intense, while your tolerance for intensity increases with your perceptions. You feel our bodies together, locked in a passionate embrace as we climb together, our consciously shared love through our minds as well as our bodies.
When you finally open your eyes, it’s dark outside. The few minutes you felt passed had passed several hours. Slowly, your conscious mind wakes up, and you blink as reality returns to you. At the same time, you notice that you are completely 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.