Twenty years ago I met a man who changed my life. On one hand, it was in a very good way. He introduced me to energy and the massive influence it has on life. He didn’t do so by telling me about it – he showed me. He had me close me eyes and stick out my left hand (since I write with my right) palm up. After 30 sec I felt intense heat and strong tingling in the middle of my palm. I asked what was going on. He told me to open my eyes.
His right hand (he’s right-handed) was palm down over mine palm. In his left hand was a quartz crystal. The energy from the crystal moved through his body, merged with his energy, came out his right palm and into my left palm. That’s all it took – I was hooked.
He learned about energy and the energy body when he toured with some large named music groups back in the 80’s and early 90’s.
We knew that the energy derived from intimacy and sex was massive. Needless to say, our sex life was out of this world. Unfortunately for us, that’s where the good stuff ended. Long story short – he killed all my animals. I left before he killed me. He’s in a Ohio prison now for life for murdering his girlfriend.
I haven’t seen him since 1993 and really hadn’t given him much thought until last year with the murder, manhunt, and trial.
Then last night happened…
My dreams were wild. I went through the night without much actual sleep. Too busy jumping dream to dream until I knocked on an apt door.
The door opened and there he was – the ex. I looked at him and said, “What are you doing here? You’re in prison.” He replied that he didn’t know. He opened the door wide and gestured for me to walk in. I did. He closed the door and I could feel him staring at me. So I turned about and caught his gaze. A huge part of me thought – run past him, out that door and never look back. But then that small voice said – he’s in prison and he is never getting out.
Within seconds his lips crushed down on mine. He always knew what to do with his lips and that fabulous tongue of his. He did not disappoint during dream sex. His tongue poke and prodded all the right places. The next thing I knew we had our clothes off and he was kissing the left side of my neck. I could feel myself shrinking into a pile of slush. All I wanted was him in me and all he wanted was to tease me longer. But it wasn’t much longer…
As my fingernails torn into him..the sheer massive energy push of it all woke me up. I started the orgasm there – but finished it here.
It’s been awhile since dream sex woke me up. And a first to start orgasm there and finish it here. Usually by the time I wake up all is said and done with. Learned something new.
I fell back to sleep into the same dream visit. Only now I was standing at his door giving him a look like this was never going to happen again – and good-bye. Since I was looking at him – I do not know the exact look I gave him. But the change in his look told the whole story. When I woke up for good – I could still feel his body pressed up against mine. Could still feel the sensation of his lips – the nip of his teeth.
Looks like I am still learning from him – even with him behind bars.
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