Chapter 25: Sucking Ears and Visiting Heaven

And then I sensed something that I can barely explain; the shock at first was far more than my comprehension. I passed through a strange envelope that was not dimensional. But I felt very safe although it was an utterly unexplainable experience beyond my senses.

My usual nymph induced deep sleep took me to some place, a realm with the four of them somewhat attached in a very unusual way. The realm was apparently endless-timeless but I had no sense to measure what it was. This was a concept my mind was, to say the least, perplexed to grasp with only hints tossed about in a discontinuous array. I was immersed in them which sounds almost frightening but was a dream brought to life. It was as if I had a soul foremost to a physical presence mixed together with theirs. I was perhaps merely a spirit. I didn’t understand but I felt completely loved like I belonged.

They hovered around and in me, something that had no fathomable dimensions and was entirely not a physical reality. Yet I felt I was conscious and they were, I know, somehow physically present because I sensed I could feel them on me, inside me. It was as if we were swimming or floating in some way, I think, ever so sensually interacting with our bodies, or perhaps it was our spirits. I had no prior experience to hinge this on.

All I could sense for sure is that there was an absence of the notion of passing time. It either had stopped, or never was, and it felt very satisfying. I felt absolutely free. Yet my penis felt totally useful, in fact purposeful as never before; perhaps I was a penis.

The nymphs took me to heights of passionate exchange I can’t fully recount now, probably for good reasons. But I know I made love to all of them and somehow it seemed as if it happened with all of them at once. There were the four of them but they were one energy at the same time. So very strange but so very extremely consuming and the sense of love without limits was real but the experience unreal-fascinating.

The rush I felt with ejaculation was part of my experience in that place but how, I’m not sure. And the same experience was extended and enhanced which seemed not possible given the heights I’d already been taken to in previous love making. This was indeed different and compellingly addictive. I never wanted to return to life as it was.

[Example of breeching the realm from my reality to theirs]

I somehow didn’t find it frightening because I knew I was integral in their passion and the nature of it was somehow so familiar to me. It was true what Lilly had said, that I would become knowledgeable, intrinsically, like magic in time. I know I assumed I was responsible for taking them to passion places they had not experienced before or more likely just had not for a very long time. So very strange to feel the physical extremes of something like the wildest sex subdued in a surreal and endless state not like the physical act of stroked intercourse but rather just a constant state of orgasm, controlled but getting greater and greater infinitely.

It appeared to my mind the act of copulation was more than just physical even when experienced in my world. It was as if the act was more exhilarating, everything - orgasm and yet different in every way, which makes no sense in the wording. It was all about their united spirit as one passing through my scrotum, the energy extreme I’d already felt so many times in the explosive orgasms. This energy was the rush that almost made me pass out coming through my erection; it was them-somehow, somehow like the gizem. The Happy-mess was them?