diggity

Okay, I apologize for length, obvious sexual imagery, and a lack of an effort to edit. This is what happened to me last Wednesday:

I was kissing her. She was kissing me. Our clothes had started to turn fluid, and slowly they dripped away. We were kissing. I remembered that I had decided that everything would smell like lavender and then the scent passed over me. And we kissed necks and ears and collar bones andand

and I started working my way down her body with my mouth. My hands had been active, purposeful, and in some ways autonomous, but at the same time all these body parts working separate were together: collage. Im not conveying the split in perception that was forming: utter focus/autonomous action; hot breath/lavender; the curve of the body/a path takenbut this was just the beginnings.

My lips were walking over a hip and hung a right. The scent of lavender was being forgotten, but in its place another fragrance that is darker and more focusing. My lips found their way to her inner thighs and my arms and body shifted to a more penitent posture. Now the smells were heady, of spice and subterranean machinations. My tongue entered between her lips and ran up to her clit as her hand clasped mine. Squeezing. I delved in with my mouth as my tongue ran up and down in broad slow strokes.

My minds eye had increasingly begun to see double: what was in fact before me, and something else vaguely architectural a something that became clearer and clearer the more and more I focused on her. But I had the wrong perspective on this perception and remained uncertain of what was developing in my head. I tried to focus on her breathing: now swifter. I tried to focus on her moisture: now flowing. I tried to focus on her melodies, but the rhythmic dirge of her little moans only enhanced the sensation that I was worshipping. When I closed my eyes I could see her chin pointing up beyond the tan stretch of her torso, but I could also see a sandstone structure at which I knew I must be conducting some rite.

Her first orgasm was when the light began. It shot down from behind my head and was there dispersed into a multifaceted beam that shone upon not her but the pyramid that her body had become. I knew that she lay within somewhere. I knew that I desired to reach her. With her second orgasm the light became more intense and I could tell that I was in a gateway made of an obelisk. What I was doing with my tongue was refracting the light and unlocking the gate.

But now a silhouette form was descending along the beam towards me. I continued to worship and everything began to intensify: the light, her voice, the breathing, the moisture. I knew that I must keep my focus and respond to the writing that was her response.

As the silhouette entered my head her back arched up, I found myself inside the pyramid and her hands grabbed me up along side her. As I looked up at her I could see her, her bedroom, the dark material hanging on the walls around her bed. I could see that we were not just we. Transformation had occurred and I could clearly see it overlaying our plainer perceptions. She pulled my mouth to hers and as we kissed I heard her purrrrrr.

I closed my eyes to take this in and I could smell our entire bodies; hear our hearts beating. When I opened my eyes I noticed that her hair was spread around her head as if a mane. And it was true. She pushed my head up to lick my neck and my back arched in delight, my body poised above hers. And I knew that her hands clasped both my back and something more. I looked down and her eyes blinked - one moment slits and the next rings.

Our kissing became more intense and the feline nature of it became more apparent in both our actions. She reached down with a hand with claws and began to delicately stroke me. Our bodies had a thin fur of the color of lions. Her tail brushed against my shin just before her foot stroked it a second later. Her stroking and mine intensified until she pushed me back with a curious blink.

Then she rolled over and I entered her from between her legs. I was staring at her more than cat more than human shoulders when I noticed that instead of a bed we made love upon an altar. I turned to better stroke her downy breasts and through the dark that surrounded the transformed bed chamber I could see shadow figures watching. Waiting.

The heat and smell of our bodies was intoxicating. I pushed her legs together as she lowered her torso to the pillowed altar. I mounted her squeezing her legs with my inner thighs, still inside her, now deeper. Our panting muffled the quiet chanting echoing from the dark passages surrounding us. Now and then her back would arch in greater delight thrilled by the pleasure received and granted. I would lower my lips close to her ears and she would swing her head to meet my tongue with her half animal mouth.

Things became more confused as my blood raced faster. I could barely recognize her room anymore. I could feel the acolytes drawing in closer ready to finish the ritual. The blur of oncoming orgasm made our movements smooth and fast. And then she pushed back with her hands arching her back and driving me in deeper than before and we shouted in ecstasy as I felt my mind melt through my body surrounded in the multifaceted light.

Coming I knew that the dark priests would sacrifice me to her, more ancient goddess than mortal or cat, and I didnt care. I continued to thrust into her not wanting either of our pleasures to end while knowing the knives were about to fall.

But this surprised her and she started to moan with the delight of another orgasm. As she panted still excited she looked back at my sweaty frame doubtful of my intentions. Surprised by my continued life, I withdrew from her and rolled her still feline form into the cradle of one arm while reentering her with my other hand. Still reclining on the sacrificial bed, we kissed as I stroked the upper wall of her vagina, once more focused and shimmering with excitement.

She was some strange lion goddess and I had become an avatar of an ancient doomed lover, earning safe passage through death unexpectedly. This release from writ carried us through her final orgasm.

We rolled onto our backs now embracing each other shoulders kissing slowly. While lying with our exhaustion and delighted bodies the vision began to lift and her room with its dark textures became increasingly discernible. No longer wrapped in fur we pulled her blankets up. I noticed lavender in the air.

diggity


I forgot to say that I think the vision is true. We are all gods if we allow ourselves to be them.