take my hands, and, with one on either side of me, we begin walking.
It’s a strange kind of walking because it seems so effortless;
yet, I don’t think to question it because it feels so absolutely
normal. The woman on
my left says, “My name is Nine.”
The woman on the right say, “My name is Six.”
name is Stoney,” I say without hesitation and without the slightest
thought regarding their unusual names.
walk across a grass-covered area with scattered trees.
The sky overhead is clear and deep blue.
The sun shines brightly and its warmth feels quite pleasant.
A cool breeze also blows from directly behind us.
The sun’s warmth and breeze’s coolness seem to be in perfect
harmony. I look at
Nine and Six. Their
long gowns have shrunk to mini skirts.
I smile, but otherwise think nothing of it.
come to a river, and it suddenly occurs to me to wonder where we’re
going. Before I can
ask, Nine says, “Our destination is over there.”
says, “Pick a number between three and three.”
one,“ I say.
right,” says Nine. “Two
and one make three.” Six
bends over from the waist and seems to tap on the water like one might
knock on a door. Her bending over exposes to me her almost naked
derriere, and the rear view of her cloth-covered yoni brings me a tinge
of excitement. Six
seems to be momentarily frozen in her bent-over position, and, as I look
at her, Nine says, “A preview of coming attractions, my man.”
look at Nine, and at the same time, hear Six say, “A bridge for three,
next thing I know the river is behind us, and we’re standing on a path
that leads up a small hill and disappears into the woods beyond.
Their mini skirts are now gone, and their genitals and breasts are still
covered, but they’re not wearing enough cloth between the two of them
to make even a single handkerchief.
walk up the path and enter the woods.
We‘re no sooner in the woods when, the path divides and goes in
two directions. We stop and Six says, “Pick a number. Pick one between left and right.”
hesitate and Nine says, “It doesn’t matter, they’re both
says, “And so are we.” They
both laugh hysterically and throw off their bikini tops revealing firm,
a slight distraction, I say, “Left.”
says Nine and we move along the left path.
We soon come to a large and rather impressive gate which blocks
the path. From each
side of the gate, tall walls lead off into the woods.
a number,” says Six. “Pick
one between open and step aside.”
I say, and Six pulls off the miniscule piece of cloth she’s still
wearing and throws it over the gate.
The gate immediately begins to open.
As soon as it’s open wide enough for us to enter, we pass
through. We walk only
another thirty-three yards to where the pathway abruptly ends at the
edge of an extremely high cliff.
We stop, and I look down.
It’s so far down that it takes forever for me to see all the
way to the bottom.
a number,” says Six. “Pick
one between jump and fly.”
point over the cliff and say, “Is this the gift?”
a number,” repeats Six. “Pick
one between jump and fly.”
I ask, “Is this the gift?”
look at each other and then with Six holding one hand and Nine the
other, they jump and pull me with them.
suddenly overwhelms me, and my body twitches.
Instantly, I realize I’m dreaming, and peacefulness overwhelms
me. We neither fall nor fly.
We just float. I
look at Six and she’s still completely naked.
I look at Nine and she’s now wearing only a smile and a jeweled
feel myself floating weightless.
The cliff has disappeared.
There is nothing but light all around us.
The light seems to come from everywhere at once.
sparkle in Nine’s necklace attracts my attention.
It, too, is familiar, but I’m immediately distracted by her
words. “Think a
thought,” says Nine. “Think
one between Jazz and Jezebel.”
picture of Jezebel comes to my mind and instantly she’s sitting naked
straddling me, I’m holding her in my arms.
The dream has vanished, and I’m wide-awake.
notices my look of surprise and says, “Stoney, what’s wrong?”
look around, then look at her and say, “I’ve just been having this
weird dream, and it’s so vivid that I can distinctly remember every
notice that I, too, am naked.
I also notice that I still feel like I’m floating.
“Where are we?” I ask.
in the Tantric swing in Christina’s converted barn.
Are you OK?”
don’t know. This is
just too weird for words. Have
we taken any drugs?” I ask.
are we doing here?”
celebrating the first time we fully make love with your lingam deep
inside my yoni. We’re
about to do the ultimate yoni dance together.”
The thought of making love to Jazz completely distracts my
attention from the weird dream I’ve just had and I give her my full
I’ve already said, we’re both naked and swinging freely in the
Tantric chair attached to Christina’s marvelous swing.
Jazz is wearing a cross between a harness and a bottomless seat
that is attached through springs to the cables above, so her body,
although sitting on mine, is almost weightless.
I can move her about in every direction, up/down, left/right,
forward/back as easily as I might move a pillow.
She, likewise can move herself, just as easily.
this position our genitals easily make contact, and we slide together
and apart with extreme ease.
Neither of us has to engage in any significant effort to affect
making love. I slide
myself inside her, kiss her passionately and say, “Thank you for
loving me. Thank you
for caring. I’ll do
my best to be worthy of your love.”
lift her off me until we almost separate, then slide back into her and
say, “Jazz, I love you.”
She returns my words almost verbatim, except she adds a prayer of
gratitude for our mutual good fortune.
Then she states an intention for us to experience this journey
into orgasm as a conscious union of our higher selves.
As she speaks, my usual thoughts of doubt completely disappear
and her statement seems as natural as breathing.
slip and slide with each other, and soon she’s floating off into what
she calls her space of spiritual ecstasy.
To my surprise, I find myself going there along with her.
I have no idea how long we float together or where we are, other
than to say the experience is more than words could ever describe.
When I finally decide to let myself go into a full intensity
orgasm, I have absolutely no muscular spasms.
I feel as though my entire being is rushing out the end if my
lingam and exploding. I’m
completely engulfed within Jazz.
I completely became her, and then the energy flows back into me
through the back of my body and fills me with Jazz.
I take her completely into me. The sensations and the energy flows do not pulsate, nor
do they stop; neither is there a distinction between flowing out and
flowing in. We become
one continuous circular flow, and I have no idea how long this flow
the orgasmic/ecstasy sensations finally fade, I find myself in a state
of profound contentment. I
don’t even want to move. I
just stay there with my eyes closed and lounge in the afterglow.
my contentment is jolted by the feeling of someone moving beside me. I open my eyes, but it’s very dark. I can see almost nothing.
“Where am I?” I wonder.
Am I back in another weird dream?
I turn to the warm body beside me and examine it with my hand. I quickly determine that it’s definitely female.
My groping arouses the body and I hear Jezebel’s voice,
“Stoney, what’s going on?”
completely taken aback. Actually,
a more accurate statement is that I’m in shock.
I pull her close. “Jazz,
Is that you?”
course,” she says. “What’s
you real? Or am I