Many ask what divine intimacy is. Men with the hope that it is endless intense sex, women with the desire for some deeper connection through the pleasure they know has a spiritual quality rather than just profane ones. A Nymph is a mythical creature and rooted in their mythology is the answer to this question. She lives eternally, regenerating with new power and youthfulness to remain intoxicatingly attractive. The sharing of deep orgasms sustains this eternity so she must experience it almost daily. The quality of her interactions is what she seeks to perfect. Beyond urgent intensity of some encounters she works to perfect her craft of sensual seduction and of love without the boundaries of a single lifetime and without the pain. The divine aspect is reached through tantric connection of souls. The connection is gentle, loving and supremely intense. When she couples in this way her soul entwines with her lover and grows in its understanding and empathy for them.
She will often love damaged souls who have been scarred by love or disabled sexually by misfortune with the express purpose of healing and gathering the intensity of energy this love produces. Her love is divine because of the communion of souls and it is intimate because it touches and benefits both- she from the sustaining energy and he from the deep sensitive connection. As powerful as this makes her as a woman and a lover with intoxicating power, compassion and strength it can also be her tragedy when the she and her lover become so deeply connected. After all she is eternal needing sex daily. He being mortal and having to share and lose her each cycle when she regenerates and ultimately when he dies. Her intoxication leaves her lovers mostly with only a trace of the memory of her and the transformation of self it leaves but she must suffer the anguish of separation for eternity. Sometimes she seeks the same soul in a new life.
There was a certain thrill in the kind of heated contact that was happening to Jonathan right now. Nearby was a crowded noisy party where he and Felicity had met, talked then consumed each other in a dance that left them both craving more private space. Now his hand had already cupped her small perfectly rounded breasts and pinched her nipple until it rose hard against the tight white silk halter stretched over her top. He enjoyed the breathy moans as he caressed her and felt her impassioned lips pressed against his with the kind of ache that he too felt increasingly more deeply. From the moment he had seen her his pants filled with an awkward lump but now it was straining against these confines for contact. When they danced he had felt her warm heat against him grinding wantonly and he struggled with uncomfortable moments where he felt he would simply explode in his pants.
In the darkened rooftop garden outside the penthouse apartment the pair had crept hand in hand to find a swing seat where they sat together wrapped in each other's embrace daring to fondle and caress. The dress she wore was a tight diaphanous halter floor length gown with a split up the front that teased a view of her panties. It lay open and he moved his hand to her warm creamy thighs and caressed them feeling the taut muscles of her curves and waiting for the signal to stop or go on. It had been almost a year since he had divorced and he had difficulty with casual relationships. Even call girls had been disastrously short and unsatisfying. What he felt now was the edge of explosion, the tantalizing thought of a woman perhaps 20 years his junior was not just excited by him but encouraging him to explore her delicious body.
He moved his hand between her thighs expecting to have to stop and thing quickly of an apology but his flesh upon hers was met with her whispering sexily to him in between kisses. "Mmmmmmmmmm, touch me! Feel how damp my panties are for you."
He felt his cock throb in response and moved his fingers between her parted thighs to feel the soft dampness that soaked her white silk bikini panties. He felt the furrow open up beneath his fingertips and the fabric grow damper. He slid his fingers up and down until she began to moan and writhe. He loved to masturbate women. Loved to feel them cum beneath his fingertips when he caressed and teased their clit. Reveled in the arching of their back and the seizures of pleasure that gripped a woman when she orgasmed. What he loved most was the squeals and spray of wetness. Felicity did not disappoint. On the contrary her orgasms came fast and frequently and with each sweet squeal and spray of wetness she writhed and growled like a wild cat on heat.
Then he felt it. Her hand traced an outline around the lump in his pants with her fingernails. He shivered and moaned knowing it was his turn to be switched into overdrive. She grasped his cock in her palm and squeezed. "Oh God you are soooooooooooo Big! I could touch you here if you want but I think its time we went downstairs to my apartment don't you?"
