While Kate was disappointed on one level that her plans to ravish him did not turn out as she had planned, on another level the pleasure she had experienced in the shower was so sublime it did not matter. What was this? Was just raw desire or something more? She knew the attraction had been there when she first met him at the coffee shop. Is this love? She was very confused as to what she was feeling. She felt a connection beyond physical attraction. She knew she needed to sort things out in her mind. This raw sexual connection was not romance, but pure heart-beating passion and something else she had not experienced before. At this point, all she knew was she wanted more, whatever more was, and would do almost anything to get more. If there was such a thing as a love drug, she had found it.
"Kate let's put dinner together. Are you hungry?"
Kate then realized that in fact she was hungry and almost starving. "Sure Gary, I'm ready."
As she headed down the hallway, Gary followed behind. He could not miss the delicate way she was walking barefoot on the hallway floor. The artist's keen eye kicked in and he noticed how perfectly formed her feet and ankles were. She was just lovely to look at on so many levels.
They ate a wonderful meal of chicken over linguine and alfredo, a salad, and several glasses of wine. As they finished, Gary got two small glasses of peppermint schnapps. Sipping quietly, Kate was the first to talk.
"Gary, what is this we are sharing? I'm feeling our passion and intimacy is nothing like I have felt before. It is like we have been going to outer space or something."
Gary thought he must choose his words carefully. "Kate, I understand a lot about the human mind and passion. Passion and desire can lead to a romantic relationship but not under all circumstances. I, too, am confused about what happens to us when we have our erotic encounters and express our passions." Gary thought honesty was the best policy in this situation. "I have studied just about every Southeastern Asian culture's sexual practice. I was a sex researcher when I worked at the university. As time went on, I became a noted sex psychologist and famous for my work in the female extended orgasm and the techniques to achieve a mega-orgasm. And, I have written several books on various sexual practices. Naturally, I have incorporated many of the techniques into my own sex life. Now, here comes the strange thing. I don't know what this is we are sharing. It is beyond anything I have read, studied, or experienced. I am at a complete loss for words as to the feelings I have experienced with you. This feeling is so addictive that even after we have exhausted ourselves, I still want more."
Kate took a deep breath and said, "Gary, I should be mad at you for practicing all those sexual voodoo techniques on me but I'm not. I felt something that is indescribable. Like we time-traveled and came back. It is like we are out on a virtual plane that is warm and welcoming and then we came back. What does all this mean?" She reached across the table and held his hand and she began to see flashes in her head. It was if she could see into his mind and knew he was speaking the truth. She jumped back. Oh hell, am I going crazy, she thought.
"Kate, I need to find out why we are having these feelings. Just know this, I care about you deeply, and would do anything in the world for you. I know this is not romantic love but something beyond that of which I am uncertain. When you just touch me, like just now, something happens to me. I know you felt it, too. Now, I am not going to go all witchcraft on you, but this is really strange. Please give me some time to sort all of this out and I will let you know what I find out. I know this is not love at first sight either," and Gary leaned back in his chair looking at her.
"Gary, I need to understand it too. In the meantime, can we just enjoy what we feel? I truly feel liberated. Gary, what you do to me is magic."
While Gary was not a new-age kind of guy, he thought there might be something he could look into at the university with a long-time friend and professor of Egyptian Anthropology, John Meyers. Yes, that could be a starting point. He had it settled in his mind.
"Gary I am ready to explore more..." and she eased up to him and kissed him. They stood and headed toward the bedroom. He noticed as she moved ahead of him almost skipping down the hallway how her butt moved with her skip. Back in bed, she snuggled up to him and suddenly, he felt this tingling and heat. He could not understand this different feeling. Different than any other woman he had slept with.
Yes, it was like he was electronically connected to Kate when their skin touched. After a long tongue-twisting kiss, he moved down to her breasts and when his lips lightly touched her nipples it was almost as if a type of white light flowed up into his brain. It was alternating through both of them. Don't try to analyze this, he thought, just go with the flow.
As he moved down toward her pubic bone, it was if he was transported to a beautiful flower garden, yet he was still there in real time. He found the special spot, four fingers up from the pelvis taught to him by the old massage master in Thailand. Light as a feather, he moved his fingertips of both hands oh so lightly in a clockwise and counter-clockwise motion. Ah, things seem to settle down, no flashing lights...just pure, raw lust. He lowered his head to the bottom of her labia slowly running his tongue lightly up the folds of the lips of her now very hot vagina. Her female arousal started to flow back down her ass cheeks and into the bedding. She was developing a big spot, the pheromone pushes, and endorphins were encouraging him to fuck her now. He knew for her to reach the really big orgasms, he needed to continue the foreplay.
He moved one of his hands to the area between her anus and lower area of her labia, commonly known as the taint. Using another acupressure technique on the ridge of muscle that runs from vulva to the groin muscle, he pushed and rubbed upward toward her clit, pushing flesh as he went. As these pressure points were invoked, the endorphins were beginning to flood her brain. Gary knew that modern science has not yet discovered the true chemical flow during sex and its effects on the brain, but he also knew the signs of an impending mega-orgasm and was now prepared to screw her. And, without a warning, she threw him on his back and hopped on saying, "I'm going to ride you hard." And, with that she jumped on his penis just about bending it and began a furious ride toward orgasm.
He rolled her off his penis and pushed her on her back. She was disturbed, and about to express her displeasure when he slowly stuck two fingers in her anus. The juices were flowing so heavy she did not need any lubrication. He put his lips over her clit and gently sucked the hood back to expose the nub to his tongue. As he sucked harder, he then very lightly, feather-like, flicked his tongue very fast, almost like a vibrator on her clit, adding gentle bites. He stopped and pushed his tongue as far as he could into her vagina. Her flow was full-stream and he could feast on her juices. While science had not determined the hormonal effect of taste on the male, or even the female, his Asian research indicated for centuries the smell and taste of women also released endorphins and perhaps other chemicals in the male. Yes, it was his turn to ride the sexual high and then it happened.
All of a sudden, he was floating with her in/on some ethereal plane. She was arched in a soup of color and warmth. Gary could barely understand what was happening. He gave up trying to analyze the whys of what he was feeling and proceeded to insert his penis in to her vagina. As he entered the heat of it was almost unbearable, yet it was if he was connecting to some dynamic universal flow. That was the only way his mind could process it. He was delirious as he moved with a steady tempo. Without warning, they both went into orgasm at the same time, except for him it was not coming to a conclusion. This was a rolling flow better than any drugs he had used during sex.
How could he be in orgasm and not ejaculate, he was mystified. And, then it happened, she bucked like a bull and he held on and rode her until he felt his prostate spasm. It felt as if his toes came out the end of his penis. As the spasm subsided, his mind was beginning to clear, and then a residual spasm hit him, and he orgasmed again. He thought he had another male multiple orgasm. They snuggled and fell asleep.
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The following morning, something different was in the air. Gary wondered if the season change was causing the air to smell so sweet. Normally his allergies would be acting up and he would be congested. He could hear a thunderstorm off in the distance. Shaking it off, Gary began to make breakfast. Bacon was well underway when Kate came into the kitchen.
Kate said she had to run, kissed his cheek and was gone. Again, Gary thought he would never understand these young women. The cell phone generation belonged to a new group he coined "postmodern" due to his need to find some classification for everything in life.
