If you have read my 'Yoni And The Lingam,' series, which I urge you to do, or if you just look at the first introductory story of the original series, you will know that I bought an ancient Hindu temple screen from a junk/antique shop. The screen depicted scenes of Hindu sacred erotic art centred on the female and male genitalia, the female 'Yoni,' and the male equivalent, the 'Lingam.' Strange things occurred soon after I took it home, and I became haunted in my dreams by a stunningly beautiful woman of Indian ethnicity who I simply called my 'Goddess.' She urged me to return the sacred temple screen to my local Hindu temple and I did as she asked.
Mission accomplished, she withdrew from my dreams and life, but left me a 'gift.' She conferred on me the title, 'Keeper Of The Sacred Lingam.' My cock had started to grow bigger even before she returned to wherever she had come from, and my body chemistry changed so that I exuded much more powerful sexual pheromones. I also had the ability to see the human aura, which made it possible for me to know for certain when a woman was sexually aroused. When her aura swirled red around her hips/pelvis it was a sign she was sexually receptive to me, which as you can imagine is a great help to me.
My goddess told me I must use my gift liberally, it was now my sacred duty to make love to as many women as possible, because the sacred sexual energy would raise their kundalini and benefit them spiritually, even though they didn't realise it. I can only say, I tried my best to overcome my European conditioning which made me reluctant at first to use my gifts, but with the help of my dear friend and lover Maya, a beautiful woman of Indian ethnicity, I soon came to realise I had a new mission in life.
To be honest, I'd never had much of a sex life, just a few long term partners and had hit a pretty barren patch for a few months before all this amazing shit happened to me. It would have been so easy to go wild and fuck everything that came along, but I restrained myself, and tried to be a little bit more discerning.
I had wonderful sexual encounters with two of my work colleagues who wouldn't have given me the time of day in my pre 'Sacred Lingam,' days, and very grateful I was too. I was particularly proud to have fucked Annabelle, a powerful, intelligent, very beautiful, and very married woman. She was the head of the graphics department and one of my bosses. By the time I was finished with her in the back seat of her Range Rover, she didn't know whether she was coming or going, but since she was mostly coming, she was very happy.
Over the next few months most of my sexual partners were of Indian origin, simply because I had given a talk to the women's group of Maya's temple about finding the sacred temple screen and returning it to the Hindu world. I could see from the reddish hue of their auras that almost every single woman in the room was sexually receptive to me, and I had taken full advantage of that fact with a few selected women. Word spread about my 'sacred lingam,' and soon I was asked to give a talk at another Hindu temple in another city, where again I had some amazing fun with more beautiful Indian women.
However this particular story doesn't concern any of these lovely Indian women. My boss, (a man) e-mailed me that I was being assigned to a branch office across town for a couple of days, so I did as I was asked. I decided to take the bus rather than drive myself. The journey there was uneventful, although there were some women on the bus who were aware of me and from the red, swirling aura, sexually receptive. It's my little 'curse,' to see beautiful sexy women, who at any other time I would have been delighted to be with, walk out of my life, knowing that with a few words they could be mine.
Quite simply, I can't have sex with every woman who wants to have sex with me, much as I'd love to, and so I have to watch them walk away out of my life with regrets in my heart.
I arrived at the office complex just before 8.30am, walked up to the reception desk and spoke to the receptionist, a lovely looking woman about thirty five I judged. No matter, age doesn't matter a damn. I've seen women in their fifties who exuded sheer, raw sexuality, and women in their twenties who seemed entirely lacking in libido. Usually though, even they responded to my raging pheromones.
As I said, she looked to be about thirty five, short dark hair in what I believe is called a 'pixie,' cut, about five foot five or six inches tall. Quite slim, but nicely shaped, dressed in a business type suit. She had a lovely, smiley face with blue eyes, a nice nose, and a lovely, full-lipped mouth. All in all, the complete package. I wanted her as soon as I saw her, and if you saw her, you'd want her too.
'Good morning sir, how can I help you,' she asked almost automatically, a beautiful smile on her face. So, I explained who I was and why I was here, and within a couple of minutes she had found me on her computer and issued me with a 'Visitor's Pass.' It only took about a minute or so before her aura turned a nice deep shade of red, she was ready for sex.
'Wet,' I said. She looked highly embarrassed as if I had read her mind, which was in some way the truth. She decided to play it as if she had no idea what I was talking about.
'I beg your pardon?' she said, looking most uncomfortable. I looked out through the vast expanse of glass windows at the sky.
'It look like it may rain later,' I said conversationally, half way to explaining the 'wet,' comment, but leaving enough doubt in her mind.. She coughed into her hand to divert attention and cover up her 'mistake,' but I just smiled as if nothing had happened, playing the innocent.
'Have you been here before?' she asked me, to which I replied that I hadn't. 'I think I would have remembered you if I had,' I replied, flirting with and complimenting her. She smiled but didn't reply to that one. She looked over at the security guard.
'Dave, can you look after reception for a moment while I show this gentleman where he needs to be?' she asked, and Dave did as she asked. I followed her along the corridor, noting her slim hips, lovely, rounded arse, and long slim legs. Well worth some attention I thought in the depths of my lecherous mind. She looked back at me unexpectedly, and caught me studying her arse and legs. She smiled, but said nothing, and showed me to a small office.
'This will be yours while you are here,' she declared. 'Please lock the door if you go for a break, or for lunch. We've had some problems with pilfering... well... down-right theft actually, so leave nothing of any value lying around.' As she spoke, I took my laptop from my bag, and looked around for the computer terminal. She gave me the wi-fi code, and told me she'd come back to check on me when she was on her break, to see if I had everything I needed.
'That's very nice of you... Jessica,' I said looking at her left tit, very intently, pretending to read her name badge, but really just looking at her left tit. The right one looked similarly appealing. She blushed, but her red haze swirled, agitated.
