Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 153
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 153
"Meet your new wife."
This dark-haired, feisty Spanish lady rides me like I am a Pura Raza Española, a real Andalusian full-bred. I am in the moment, feeling every throb, every vibration of this body, soul, and mind melt. Epic, or at least it was epic, until the voice in my head found it needed to scare the hell out of me.
Now I gladly admit that sex gets better as you get older, even though as a young lad I thought that was just something old people used as an excuse to have sex.
But it turned out to be true. And I wouldn’t call myself inexperienced, nor was anything particularly new happening — though it is probably my favorite position. Still, it wasn’t so jaw-dropping that I wanted to marry Luzbella right then and there.
Still, those words came to mind, but it´s been ages since I needed to meditate to hear. I hear them clear as day, and this was not me; this was them.
There definitely was something going on here, because this was only our second date, and the second time we were having sex. Which is not a bad thing, having sex on the first date might be a red flag for a future relationship, but not if it´s without commitments, and it is.
Hearing those words is absolutely the opposite of without commitments, so who the French fries is playing games with me here?
Then there is the other thing, this sensation of fully being one, connecting and flowing as if we do this every day. No pressure to perform, no need to awaken her heat, but a familiarity I have never experienced that first, second, or even fifth time.
She needs to go back home. It´s already late.
When I sit down with a drink, I am exhausted, and I have never felt this exhausted from sex.
My focus is zero, as if I just had a high-intense meditation and I am still floating in the cosmos, unable to come down.
The feeling lasts till far into the next day, and a funny fact: it seems to be mutual.
This is a first in many ways, because if I am really honest, I always felt the need to perform well those first bed dates, and you know what that pressure does...exactly premature ejaculation, and me trying to hide it.
That also has gotten a bit better with age. I got a bit more control, but not like this. This was almost the opposite; I could actually decide to come or not.
In a past long gone, that only happened when I was with a curveless girl, and this lady, even though a bit smaller than I was used to, has some beautiful curves.
Back to the scary part, can I say What The Fluff?
What is this all about, hearing crazy voices on the second date?
Is this a sign that things are going to get weird again?
Would I actually mind that?
I did enjoy the calm during this last period of my life, no bodysnatchers, no aliens without voices, no crumbs of information that only make sense after twenty years.
What you see is what you get, and the calm to train my brain. And now this,
It´s not a big thing, but somehow I feel like I am opening up a whole new can of worms. Those words, and feeling.
How do you describe a feeling that you have no words for?
It´s as if my energy has been thrown in a cosmic blender, shaken and stirred till a swoop of that blender knife hits all vibrations, and then I am set free while my energy fields try to reconnect.
Now, if that is love, I just gave the most terrible description of it, and as I consider myself somewhat of a writer, I would not call it love.
I mean, people fall in love on the first date, and are with their heads in the clouds, and their hearts in their mouths on the second date, well, that definitely was not what I was feeling.
On the bright side, I did not feel like running away and never meeting this lady again; I was actually a bit intrigued by this weird sensation Luzbella brought on.
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