There is another dimension to sex beyond what man can perceive. It is a dimension as old as the stars and as endless as infinity. It is the middle ground between the body and the mind, between fantasy and reality, and it lies between the pit of humanity's lust and the summit of its love. This is the dimension of eroticism. It is an place which we call The Sexlight Zone.
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A man sat alone in his apartment, a small studio, staring blankly at his television. It was 3 a.m. He didn't care what was on the screen, just that there was some noise to fill the silence. He lifted a bag of Cheetos over his head and tried to pour the contents into his mouth, but only crumbs and dust spilled out. He crumpled the bag and threw it on the floor with all the empty Chinese food containers, pizza bixes, soda cans, and dirty clothes. There were shelves full of model spaceships that he had built, replica medieval weapons he had collected, and hundreds of comic books that he had read dozens of times each. Several shelves were full of dusty VHS tapes of porn that he couldn't watch anymore after his VCR broke, but that he didn't have the energy to throw out.
...The man before you is a forty-two year old American named Jordan Everest. Though he shared his name with the highest point on Earth--the ultimate symbol of human achievement--Everest could hardly say he had ever achieved anything noteworthy in all his life. He worked as a data entry technician and barely made enough money to pay the bills. But, though he wasn't rich or successful in terms that society defines, he was generally happy with his life. He had food to eat, a place to live, and plenty of time for leisure. But, there was a desire that he held deep within his heart, a desire so important that it could even be called a basic human need. And, as we'll soon see, Jordan Everest was willing to take unimaginable risks to fulfill that desire...
Jordan looked at his phone. It was 4 a.m. and he still couldn't sleep. A picture of a beautiful woman appeared on his screen. He swiped right. Another beautiful woman appeared. He swiped right again. This continued for fifteen minutes when a familiar message popped up. He had reached his daily limit of swipes. After twenty years of Tinder and making thousands of swipes, he still didn't have a single match.
Instead of finally going to sleep, he opened his laptop and was about to start playing a video game, but then he had a different idea. He decided to explore the Dark Web. He didn't have any intention of doing anything illegal or harmful. But, loneliness can lead a person to darker places than purposeful delinquency.
After two hours of browsing unmentionable websites (but "only looking"), Jordan discovered a site that seemed to be for witchcraft enthusiasts. The first part of the website that Jordan noticed was what looked like a witchcraft version of Wikipedia, but this one contained enough information about magic lore, spells, and demonology to fill a whole library. There were forums and chat rooms with topics that ranged from sharing personal experiences with Satanic rituals to posting cosplay pictures of people dressed in robes and tunics. It also contained videos of topless women with masks and pointed hats chanting in a strange language while tapping a wooden table with sticks. "Must be a weird, erotic ASMR parody," Jordan thought.
The site had an online marketplace similar to eBay except that everything was related to the Occult. Not surprisingly, they only accepted payment in bitcoin. The listings were so obviously fake that it made Jordan burst out laughing: dragon teeth, unicorn horns, mummy dust, 2000-year-old-scrolls, magic wands, cauldrons, and thousands of other overpriced Halloween novelties. Actually, overpriced was the wrong word. All of these were things were, frankly, scams. Jordan couldn't find a single item that didn't cost more than five times his annual income. "They're just looking for a sucker," thought Jordan.
He clicked on the "sort-by-least-expensive" button. The item at the top of the list caught his eye because it only cost the bitcoin equivalent of about one dollar. It was a picture of a metal coin with what looked like a plus sign etched on one side and a minus sign on the other.
*Cross and Pile Coin* This ancient coin contains the power to unlock the gates of Heaven and experience ultimate bliss. Click here for details.
"Ultimate bliss, huh?" Jordan clicked on it.
A video of a young, blonde woman in an angel costume appeared on the screen. The costume included a set of small, costume angel wings on her back, a headband-mounted plastic halo on her head, and a tight, white leotard that pushed her breasts up into an impressive display of cleavage. She seductively unzipped the front of her leotard and revealed her large, perky breasts. The woman smiled and winked, then walked toward the camera to let the viewer get a close look of her naked torso.
Jordan was glued to the screen. His cock started bulging in his pants.
The video ended and the screen displayed the details page for the product.
*Cross and Pile Coin*
Category: SEX RELIC
-handcrafted by occult monks in the 14th century
-cast from the metal gathered from the remains of the armaments that fell to the Earth from the War in Heaven
-1 coin flip per day
"It must be a kind of marketing gimmick," thought Jordan. "They priced it really low so that anyone could buy it." Jordan clicked Add-to-Cart. A message popped up:
DISCLAIMER
*Transfering ownership of this item requires the purchaser to acknowledge an understanding of the magical rules that the govern the item. These rules are:
1. If the coin lands with the cross facing up, then the owner will experience an hour of heavenly bliss.
2. If the coin lands on the "pile" side (indicated by the horizontal line), then the owner will be visited by an unholy being that will not depart until its lust has been satisfied.
3. The coin can only be flipped once per day. If the owner chooses not to flip the coin throughout the day, it will flip itself at the meridian between sunset and sunrise.
4. The coin cannot be discarded or destroyed.
5. Ownership can only be transferred to an informed, willing buyer.
Jordan paused for a moment, then laughed. "This is hilarious!" he said out loud. "Whoever made this up should have his own stand-up comedy show on Netflix."
Jordan entered his bitcoin payment information, then clicked on the Check Out button. He wanted to own the coin just for the novelty of it. It was going to be so funny to flip the coin and pretend to be visited by a demonic entity.
Another disclaimer popped up that made Jordan laugh.
*This item can only be purchased if you actually belief that its magic is real. Click here to confirm.
Jordan burst out laughing again and clicked Confirm. Another message appeared.
*Stop laughing. This is serious. This coin really does have the power to take you to heaven or to bring hell to you.
He chuckled again and clicked Confirm.
*Pull yourself together, Mr. Everest. We're talking about giving you a chance to make love with angels.
Jordan paused. An eerie feeling crept over him. "How did they...?" The Dark Net was supposed to be secure. He never put his real name online.
A flood of emotions overwhelmed him. He was terrified at first, then curious, then excited. Deep inside Jordan's heart he had always believed in magic. Now, he was genuinely facing it.
Jordan stood up from his bed and buried his face into his hands. He paced around the room, trying to think of his next move. He had never had sex in his life. What would it be like to fuck an angel? Was it worth the risk?
"No, it's not," he thought to himself. "I could accidentally a demon. That can't be good."
He looked at the shelves of adult tapes. He was a forty-two-year-old-man and the closest he had ever been to making love to a woman was watching her on a screen. Would he ever get a chance?
"Probably not," he said to himself.
He walked back to the laptop next to the bed. An GIF of the woman in the angel costume was on the screen.
He clicked Confirm.