The Cosmic Lotus Pt 01

About six months ago, I received a package sent all the way from Estonia. The return address included John Doe as the sender's name, and on the front of the brown envelope was written simply "for Heiden" (that's my name) and "xxx" below it. It contained a handwritten instruction guide titled "Astral Worship of the Cosmic Lotus."

You can imagine my confusion and excitement at this bizarre, unexpected gift. I considered posting about it then, but some part of me thought that doing so would be in poor taste--disrespectful. Maybe it was the fact that someone had taken the time to carefully craft the entire document by hand, complete with illustrations. It was personalized, you know, for me--for my eyes only.

John Doe had included a postcard with the manuscript, bearing a photograph of the Tallinn Alexander Nevsky Cathedral, taken in the heart of a snowy winter. The message on the back read:

"This is where I was when I thought of you. A day will come when you'll find me."

It was signed, "Your secret admirer."

I was shocked at first, then flattered, and finally, impressed. It was February 14th. Somehow, this person timed the delivery with acute precision to reach me on Valentine's Day.

What sorcery was this?

I'm sitting with the postcard in front of me right now and can't help but smile at the irony, or inappropriateness, of the cathedral. Because it is a holy, godly place - and after what I experienced last week, I can declare that there is nothing godly about "astral-worshipping" the Cosmic Lotus...

Some of you might call me crazy for following the guide's instructions, but the unceasing toil of work-eat-sleep-repeat had worn me out, and I wanted more out of life. I don't think it was supposed to take this long to start working; maybe I was doing it wrong. In any case, I repeated the nightly ritual outlined in the manual a few nights ago and saw actual results for the first time.

At 3:15 am, I watched my ceiling fade to black as I drifted into sleep and opened them again to the starriest sky I had ever seen. If it hadn't been for the obstructing treetops, I would have been stunned to a state of paralysis. I gazed in awe at the glittering lights and wondered if the dazzling pink-purplish spray might have been the Milky Way.

The abrupt sound of sloshing startled me; it sounded like a fish splashing in and out of a pond some distance behind me. I dug my elbows into the soft grass and pressed myself up. A thin veil of mist reflected the brilliant sky above and appeared to emanate from a singular source. I knew I had to follow it and would end up crawling on all fours toward the thickening mist - to where the sloshing noise had also come from.

The warm mist wafted around me and obscured my view so much that I couldn't see my hands in front of me. It was a complete surprise when my hand came to rest on the raised edge of a pond. It wasn't mist after all - it was steam. As if by my will, the steam cleared out enough for me to see the last few ripples of the sloshing thing smoothing out, leaving a perfectly round, black mirror that held the stars captive, so clear was the reflection.

The raised edge of the pond was warm. I carefully dipped the tips of my fingers in the water and felt the comforting warmth of a hot bath. At that moment, I became aware that I was naked and felt the caress of moist soil and small rocks on my nipples as I bent over the crater. Though the sensation was arousing, fear of what lurked beneath the water's surface gripped me - and I had not realized that I was dreaming.

I leaned in for a closer look - I attribute this action to "dream state judgment"! And I was rewarded with absolute "dream state horror" as I found myself suddenly frozen, immobile, and transfixed by the appearance of a slimy, black root (or tendril, or something) that came slithering out of the water, up and over the edge, and started wrapping around my wrist.

Unable to move, I watched the thing crawl up towards my armpit while another one slithered out towards my other hand. My entire body was pulsing with a mix of fear and exhilaration. The hold of the tendrils was firm but gentle, even as they wrapped down and around my breasts, squeezing them lightly till they resembled lumps of dough to be pinched off.

The constriction, though light, was enough to drive the blood to my nipples so they would turn engorged and erect. The tips of the tendrils patted at them like the cold feelers of some strange insect. It sent a shiver down my spine that had me yearning for some attention from behind.

At this point, the tendrils had dragged my arms out from under me, and my bare ass was sticking up in the air like an open invitation. The thought made me glance around, but I could not turn my head or see through the hair that hung messily over my face. The anticipation for what could turn up from behind momentarily distracted me from what was in front; the water was now five inches away from my face.

My silhouette blocked the stars above and revealed how dark the water was. For a moment, I was lost in my reflection, trying to discern my eyes from the murky shape. Just then, something the color of pink flesh started rising to the surface, spreading out like a flat starfish or a carrion flower.

Fear returned to me, and I recoiled for a moment but was held in place by the tendrils. In response to my resistance, they shifted about in their grips, massaging my arms and breasts as if to soothe and pacify me. I lubricated once more as their tips caressed my engorged nipples again. The fear had diminished to a tense nervousness that had me exhaling hot breaths to prepare myself for an apparent event slowly shaping up.

It stopped rising and lingered unmoving below the surface. The terror of possibly being attacked by some kind of face-hugger pounded in my chest. I trusted that the tendrils were attached to whatever this was and that if they treated me nicely, so would this... flower thing.

I then noticed something emerge from the center of the flower. It was another tendril, but smoother and rounded at the top. It was growing, rising towards my face. My pelvic muscles suddenly tightened, and my hips pumped instinctually, but in vain. My mouth had been open a while as I'd been panting nervously, and I licked my lips before pressing them together and continuing the harsh breaths through my nose.

It's not that I wasn't ready, but lacking some courage. My thighs were soaking at this point, and the urge to wiggle and thrust overcame me as the tip of the thing reached my lips. I kept my mouth shut in defiance, curious to see what it would do. The slimy, wet tip brushed to and fro over my lips, and I could feel an indent like a hole as it tickled me.

When I didn't part my lips, it slid over my mouth, nose, and forehead. A strong desire arose in me to have the entire length of it down my throat, as far as it could go. It paused there and slowly slid downwards again, leaving a slime trail across my face and shrinking slowly into the water.

No! I want! I want!

I stuck out my tongue and grazed the tip just in time. Slivers of slime stuck to my lips. I can only describe the taste as... natural--how I assume tree bark, peat, or moss would taste. Good for my health. My body wanted it, needed it. When it rose again to meet my lips, I parted them slightly to deliver a timid French kiss.

It quivered with delight and rubbed its head rather forcefully against my tongue. The tendrils around my upper body tightened and pulled me down further. My tits pressed against the ground and folded over the tendrils around them. I finally opened my mouth wide and let the thing slither inside, feeling its extraordinary length fill my mouth and my throat.

The haze of the dream state made everything possible; I lingered on the verge of choking but never choked. Air found its way through my nose and lungs even though the shaft had blocked my airways. The thing dug impossibly deep--almost down into my stomach--where I could feel it wriggle and thrust, in and out. I could have sworn it grew inside me, stretching me out.

I let my eyes roll back and rest half-closed. I was relishing in the choking thrusts deep inside me as they came faster and faster. My ass and pussy felt neglected, though, and my hips pushed and squirmed desperately in an attempt to signal someone, something, another tendril, anything, to fill me up from behind. But nothing came.

My elbows dug into the ground, and my tits pressed hard against it. I quickly became aware of the tendril tips squeezing my nipples and attempted a moan through my blocked mouth. I found I was unable to move my jaw at all, which further intensified the pure ecstasy that I was caught in.

Just as I began to feel sore and tired, the thrusting slowed, and the shaft started quivering. I felt a swelling press against my lips and force its way through, pushing out against every part of me towards the tip, where it shot out and hosed my stomach with a giant load of... cum? The shaft trembled, and I could feel the head gyrate as it slowly pulled out, cumming all the way and sending excess ejaculation spurting out the corners of my mouth and through my nose.

I felt nourished and whole. It paused when the head reached my mouth and kept it there, still whirling around, until it completely emptied itself into me. I swallowed as much as possible and let the rest gush from my mouth and nose. I only began to choke once it pulled out entirely and delivered one final squirt to shower my face. I coughed and heaved, smiling and laughing through it all.

It had coated my eyes in thick cum, and I was unable to open them until I was back in my bed with a soaking wet ass. Thinking I'd wet the bed, I turned on the night light to make sure. I was happy to find that I'd merely squirted all over myself and got up to pee.

Too tired to change the sheets, I snuggled into the dry side of the bed and lay awake for a few more minutes, holding my hands over my tummy. At that time in the morning, I'd typically hear it growling already, impatient for breakfast. But not this morning.

Throughout the day, my mind bombarded and seduced me with memories of the dream. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the computer screen and trying to focus on my tasks, but I found myself lost in a daydream. In this fantasy, I was back in the starry forest and approached the round pond again, ass-first this time, and the black tendrils slithered up my legs...

In this way, I settled on a course of action for the next dream. Moreover, I was determined to learn more and find someone somewhere who'd had encounters with the Cosmic Lotus in their dreams. But I never could have predicted the discoveries I made.

I'll be back to report on the second dream and the individual who'd end up opening the door to a wild world beyond anything I could have guessed. I am still against posting scans of the manual, but keep an eye out for future posts in case I change my mind!

A secret admirer sent me a strange package, and now I'm having alien plant sex dreams