PAY IN GOLD - The Rest of the Story
Dear Chloe,
I want to thank you once again for helping to tease out the rest of Ela Worthing's story. Or should I slip into her use of the name the Goddess gave her? I remember watching you read the original story and how your eyes widened as you reached her explanation:
"I am Vhyirmat," she said calmly. Her nude breasts rose and fell for a moment, her eyes changed color and the muscles of her face shifted in a way I can't explain. I took the information in. "And I have had many lives."
She grinned broadly and leaned back contentedly against the pillows for a minute. My hands followed her movement, gliding over her nude curves. I could see that her mind was floating on the remaining pleasure that was ricocheting through her body. One of my hands seemed to float down between her thighs, as though with a mind of its own. Her warmth greeted me, led my fingers to begin stroking. I paused for a moment and whispered to her: "And your orgasm is the gateway, yes?"
"Yes," she sighed and wiggled her body a bit to let her legs find a comfortable position that would open to my touch. "But not any orgasm."
"How do you mean?"
"Only my third orgasm, riding on top of my lover, on the night of the full moon..." I looked carefully at her - it was almost as if another person were speaking—was there someone else inside her or not? Had she become someone else? There was much here for me to learn.
I had raised the question of Ela's past lives with Professor Markus - noted German sexologist - and he had explained some of his research regarding women's needs to me. At first, this did not seem like an obvious connection, but as you think about it, there is an explanation. Through a synthesis of the latest biological research and his own hypnotic interviews with a cross-section of couples, he had identified that women with strong past life associations also were able to obtain more enjoyment from sex. And in turn, they were more conscious of the connection that sexual intimacy gave them with Creation - not just with the man they had selected. Markus said that he was an agnostic himself, but that as a scientist there certainly was a link of some sort there. He was not sure - it was a chicken and egg thing - whether their past life experiences made them more knowledgeable about sex or whether, as I suspected, their comfortable acceptance of it as an essential part of life also opened them to new experiences and awareness of their ancient experiences. You could contact me if you find that you keep thinking about this and we will talk more about it.
I especially appreciate your having worked out your schedule to be in Denver on the night of the full moon. And, of course, I especially love your understanding that this - including your participation - was strictly for scientific purposes. I thought it would be harder for you than it seems to have been.
I have written this draft up for your review first. Of course, Chloe, I won't use your name in the final version. After you've taken this in, why don't you choose a nom d'amour and I'll do a Search and Replace?
- Richard
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It was a relief that the three of us hit it off so well. Ela, Chloe and I were having a light and lovely dinner at Mangiamo Pronto!, just across from the hotel. It was not only my impression - our waitress, a Mexican-American woman who was often mistaken for Italian, looked at us with her flashing dark eyes showing growing interest. I had the feeling that deep inside she was sharing our excitement.
As had happened a decade ago, it appears any romance in a radius around Ela was enhanced. Chloe had an eye for people; it is what helped to make her such a successful commercial photographer and photojournalist. She drew our attention to a cute, young couple across the room; they had stopped holding hands while they slid their lips around juicy Panini's.
"I wonder if they'll go cold while they concentrate on warm sandwiches?" Chloe kidded.
"I don't think so," Ela chirped. She concentrated her attention on the lovebirds for a moment. His stocking-clad foot came out of his shoe and gently moved to her leg. They didn't notice us rudely watching as she slowly spread her legs to permit the exploring foot to tenderly titillate her while they continued to enjoy their food and drink. They did not seem alarmed as components of the saucy Panini's fell onto their plates. Instead, they grasped each other's morsels and alternately fed each other or teasingly ate their lover's share.
I noticed that a quiet, middle-aged couple who had started watching them hurriedly paid their check and almost rushed out, holding hands. They jay-walked to the hotel, brushing past the doorman.
"Is there anything else that you want?" our waitress queried. I looked with mock disapproval at Ela as I said "no, that's enough." Ela smiled, and I saw the often-mistaken for Italian waitress quiver and then blush.
"I hope we see you again," she purred, absent-mindedly fingering her wedding ring as though it was an unwanted insect that had landed on her finger.
The two women left ahead of me as I settled the bill. The waitress had slid into her routine, very professionally.
Up in my room, Ela and Chloe were chatting comfortably. It would have been hard to notice the sexual tension mounting behind small talk. Chloe had agreed to participate in our research, but I wondered how she really felt about it being in a threesome. She was used to participating in events from behind a camera. Had it not been for our experience at Brandy's Ranch I would not have even suggested it.
Chloe acknowledged it outright.
"Richard, would you hypnotize me? I mean so that I'm not so analytical about what we're doing?" Ela nodded her head in support.
