Six decades ago, as I was very young, I already knew that I came from outside of this universe and timeline, and that I had squeezed part of myself into this limited brain capacity. A quarter of a century later, as my brain was fully developed, and with the aid of meditation, I discovered that my "outer self" allowed me to make intimate and immediate mental contact with all the others who have also made this discovery for themselves. There is no time-lag even when we are on different continents.
Such contact is much more than what is commonly imagined as telepathy: most people think of it as a simply verbal communication. They usually don't stop to think that the mind is so strongly connected with the body that all our sensations can be shared directly. I call it "telempathy", although others may use the word differently.
Although we occasionally use it for other reasons, it's usually a very erotic experience. I'm male, and nine times out of ten I prefer a female telempathy partner. Simultaneous orgasms with another male can be mind-blowing, experiencing both at once. However, being both myself and a female is generally more interesting, due to the variety of sensations.
My most recent female telempathy partner came up with the idea to write this story about our latest encounter, although It is only a limited and serial description - there is so much going on all at once in such an experience, that it is beyond my literary abilities to capture it all in text form. Nevertheless, we hope that it will give you a general impression and that your imagination will fill in some of the blanks. You see, we also masturbate alone, and are turned on by the idea of others, also non-telempaths, being aroused by and getting off to this. So everyone please feel free to enjoy it in any way desired...
We were in the mood already as our contact built up: me late in the evening in my bathroom, you halfway around the world, in your bedroom during the daytime. Both of us were already naked and had our sexual requisites to hand - vibrators, condoms and lubricant, tissues, towels... The doors of the wardrobe next to your bed were full-length mirrors - by opening one of the end doors, you could comfortably see your own ass reflected in one of the middle ones. I had a hand-held mirror for looking at mine.
We agreed to our usual consent rules, non-verbally but with understanding and conscious choice, roughly summarized: "I allow you to experience everything I feel and do whatever you wish with my body, except for causing injury, undesired pain or other unwanted behavior, such as interaction with other people. I can revoke this consent immediately at any time." Then we let the barriers down...
