by Calinda B
Opening the door to her home, she walked in and twirled in a circle with her arms outstretched. He’d soon be living here. He’d be her willing…okay, well, maybe not willing…but he’d be her docile companion for the rest of her life. Then a thought came to her. Did she really want him to be docile? She liked him as he was, all masculine and virile. She loved his impulsive charm, the sense of unpredictability he oozed. Had she made a mistake by willing him to be delivered to her as a docile pet? Too late now, she supposed.
Absentmindedly, she wandered into the bedroom, picked up a cigarette from a pack she kept on the bed stand, and lit it. Walking around the room, she thought about tonight’s ritual. Could it be modified in some manner or was it a done deal? Should she call Mrs. P and ask for a modification? Pacing back and forth, she glanced at her hand and noticed the burning tobacco as if it were in someone else’s hand. “Oh, my,” she cried. She was breaking her own rules again. She had a strict policy – no smoking in the house. It was only allowed on the back deck. It made the whole house smell foul. She had broken the rule last night, and she was breaking it again. What was wrong with her? It was like she was beginning to unravel at the edges, like a tapestry that started to fray, and then, before you knew it, the whole intricate tapestry was nothing but a pile of shredded fibers.
With horrified eyes, she stared at her outstretched hand, the cigarette burning brightly, and the smoke trailing up into the air of her pristine bedroom. What was happening to her? Had she gone too far this time? Her ex-husband, Robert, had often told her that he was worried about her and her obsessive ways. He’d sure enjoyed her obsessiveness in bed, she thought wryly. But then he’d left her, telling her that the sex was all he had enjoyed.
Her hand started to tremble. Was it really her hand? She tried moving it, just to be sure. Yes, it was her hand. She brought the cigarette to her lips with shaky, jerky movements. Yes, her hand, indeed. What was happening to her? What was going on? She inhaled the tobacco, taking a deep drag of nicotine into her lungs. Still dressed in red, frozen in the center of her bedroom, with the crisp white linen covered bed, and the heavy white linen drapes, and the snow-white walls, she smoked. Like a statue, she allowed the ashes to flutter to the ground, watching them with hypnotized eyes, while the cigarette burned down to her fingertips. When the burning leaves touched her skin, she cried out, as if awakened from a dream. The red-hot ember dropped to the rug, melting the white acrylic fibers into an angry, black smear, filling the room with the stench of fried plastic.
Utterly aghast at what she had done, she ran down the hallway and returned with a steel wool puff, a small utility knife, and the vacuum. After rubbing the burnt carpet with the steel wool, she vacuumed up the singed fibers and ashes. Using the utility knife, she cut a circle out of the rug a couple inches beyond the burned edges. Tomorrow, she’d find her extra carpet in the garage and glue a replacement piece into the small circle. It would look as good as new.
After putting the vacuum and knife away, she marched back into her bedroom, and threw open the windows to air it out. Next, she removed and folded her red attire, and eased her herb, animal semen and blood-soiled body into bed. Never mind her temporary moment of insanity. Tonight, she’d dream a thousand dreams of him, thinking of the time he would be with her…forever.
Chapter 33 – Chérie
Tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick, tick. The raps of pebbles against the window greeted me the second I stepped in the kitchen that morning. I opened the kitchen window and leaned out into the misty morning. “Hello, beautiful man-like creature.”
Kayden smiled with delight. “Good morning, sexy girl. Grab your tea and come outside. We’ve got things to discuss.”
When I met him on the front stoop, he scrutinized me. “Turn around so I can see you from every angle.”
I twirled slowly about.
“Excellent, ma chère. You are coming along nicely.”
“Coming along nicely at what?” I said, settling down on the front step. Kayden sat next to me. I took a small sip of my delicious Jasmine-scented green tea.
“These intimate encounters you, me, and the Neanderthal have been sharing…they’re increasing your ka’kriyayetic energy spectrum. I think we’re ready for more learning.”
I snorted. “Will I learn to bake a better muffin? Fuck longer and harder?”
“Ma chère!” Kayden exclaimed. “Wherever is this sour mood coming from?”
“All I seem to be able to do lately is have great sex and manifest food. Where did my super powers go?”
“Those are part of your ‘super powers,’ as you put it. I don’t understand where you are coming from right now, mon amour.” Kayden’s face puckered in a frown. “Do you feel a need for physical combat? I could take you hunting or something. You could take down a Grizzly bear with your bare hands as long as you release him. I prefer catch and release.”
“Kayden! What a bizarre idea! I don’t know how to do that, nor do I know why I would want to.” I gave him a baffled scowl. “I don’t know. It’s not a need or anything. I just want to be able to do the things that you can do at will. You come and go, quickly shift from ferocious to sensuous. You have command of yourself. I feel like a bumbling idiot most of the time. The best I can do is preparing a great meal.”
“That’s not the best you can do, chère, I assure you of that,” Kayden purred. “Here…I do believe I have not properly greeted you this morning.” Kayden took the tea cup from my hands and placed it on the railing. He began tracing my cheek with one smooth fingertip. The delicate touch caused my cheek to shiver and quiver with heat. He moved his finger softly over every inch of my face. Every place that he touched began to vibrate with delight. Both of his index fingers began tracing my eyes, moving in sweeping circles along my eyebrows, across my cheekbones, up the corners of my eyes, around and around in slow sensuousness. Then his warm hands cupped my trembling face, and he brought his lips close to mine.
“Kayden…” I breathed.
“Shhh, ma chère, quiet…” His lips were softly pursed, and he blew soft puffs of air towards my parted lips. “Inhale me, chère. Take me into you.”
I breathed him into my being, feeling his maleness swirl inside of me, mixing with my femininity. My head rolled backwards and began to slowly move back and forth as the energy of our connection began to build and the ka’kriyayaga began to dance.
“That’s it, sexy girl. Breathe…feel…it doesn’t take but a single breath to establish a connection. Even a mere thought will suffice.”
My body thrummed with quiet joy. Eyes closed, I reveled in our connection.
“Now, from this place, imagine yourself over there.”
I opened my eyes to see where he was pointing.
“Way over there? By that far tree?”
Kayden smiled and nodded.
“Why should I do that? I’d rather keep feeling what we are doing here.”
“Just do it, chère. Feel our connection, and imagine yourself over there.”
“Okay,” I said dubiously. Closing my eyes again, I felt the energy of Kayden and me co-mingling in one yummy blissful co-created whirl, like an eddy in the river. I imagined the far tree, imagined feeling its bark, smelling its earthy fragrance, my feet planted in the earth next to it, standing among the ferns.
“Open your eyes, chère,” Kayden said softly.
When I opened them, I jumped. “Oh! How did we get here?” I put my hand up to shield my eyes from the sunlight winking through the branches and peered back at the house. We were standing next to the tree.
“You did this, mon amour.”
“Did I? Just like that?”
“Just like that. I told you, your energy is building. It’s being released from the captivity of your mortal form again, as you remember who you are. You are re-learning how to use your wonderful imagination with your rediscovered energies.”
“Ohhhhh,” I uttered in delight. “Where shall we go next?” I jumped up and down with joy.
“Where
would you like to go?”
“How about that beautiful beach we went to last year? Or the hot springs in the Olympic Mountains?”
“Pace yourself…” Kayden said with a small frown. “This is new…how about if you take us back to your home?”
“Kayden, what fun is that?”
“Chère, trust me. Take your time in learning new skills.”
Ignoring his advice, I closed my eyes and felt the ka and our connection, then imagined the island in the Banda Sea we had popped into last year. I brought to mind the mushroom shaped island, the verdant foliage, the smells of the sea, and the warmth of the sun…. And then…splash! Kayden and I were now bobbing in the middle of the ocean, miles from anywhere, trapped in a purse seine fishing net amidst a few terrified skipjack tunas and other assorted denizens of the sea. There were shouts in a language I did not understand coming from a nearby trawler. The voices came from angry, astonished men, who had spread their nets to catch fish, not two human-looking things. They began reeling in the fish filled nets with a mechanized pulley, shouting at us and waving their arms.
“Kayden, where are we?”
“Who knows, chère, this is your little manifestation. I suggest you think of something quickly, else we’ll be hauled onto that boat in mere minutes.”
I started to panic, as the fishing net laced around us, restricting our movements. Small frightened fish squirmed and large cold, slick, scaly, skipjack tuna thrashed aggressively against my body in their struggles to get free. I brought my hands up to my face to prevent being smacked with writhing, scaly bodies. We were one wriggling mass of wet trepidation. “That’s the thing, Kayden. When I’m frightened, like I am now, I can’t seem to manifest anything but more fear.”
“I shan’t help you,” Kayden responded coolly. He gazed up at the sky. “It looks like a thunderstorm is coming.” He nodded towards the ominous looking clouds before someone cranked up the winch, causing his face to press into my head. “Looks like it will be a big one,” he said in a muffled voice, his mouth full of my soggy hair.
Noticing the surging waves and whitecaps only increased my fear. I don’t know how he could appear so calm under such circumstances. “Kayden…!” I shouted, water filling my lungs as I was being dragged through the churning water. A skipjack had wriggled underneath my shirt and was squirming against me in a most unpleasant manner. The sounds of the angry men were getting closer.
Kayden had swirled in a circle, releasing my hair from his mouth. “Not going to assist you here, chère.”
My face was now constrained against his back. As the boat pulley dragged us, we were cinched together liked two trussed hunks of meat with a couple hundred pounds of seafood slithering against us with frantic, bewildered spasms. I could now see the rusty, barnacle-covered boat up close. And here Kayden and I were, trapped in fishing mesh, about to be hauled up by a crane onto a boat of foreign men who would, no doubt, demand an explanation. I missed my house. I wanted to be back where I was safe and comfortable, delighting in the touch of Kayden. But then the ridiculousness of where we were hit me. It was a completely absurd moment. It was so absurd, that I started to laugh. Even though I couldn’t move, I started to laugh so hard that tears formed in my eyes, mixing with the salt water in which we were immersed.
“Is something funny, chère?” Kayden asked.
“This is…” I spluttered, as we were being pulled alongside the trawler.
“And what would you do about it? If you could, that is?” Kayden asked in a cool, arrogant voice.
“Take us home, I guess.”
“Would you, please? I’m growing weary of being constrained amidst sea creatures and fishing net.”
I envisioned my home, my garden, my bed, and my cats. With a pop and a clatter, we appeared in the back of the house next to the garbage cans, amidst a pile of boxes waiting to be recycled. One lone skipjack flipped back and forth on the ground. “Oops! How did he get here? Maybe I can get this to Manoko,” I mused. “He can make us a fine meal with this poor thing. Be still and surrender, friend,” I said to the fish with compassion. “Let your struggle cease.” The fish stopped its shudders and became still.
With a look of disdain, Kayden glanced over at it, and an ice chest appeared. The tuna disappeared from sight, packed in a bed of ice within the plastic chest. “May as well keep it fresh,” he said, shrugging. His arrogant eyes were trained on me as he said, “Perhaps you can prepare this for Manoko yourself. Imagine his surprise over your cooking skills.” He stood up and brushed himself off. He was completely dry and elegant, as usual.
I was, however, soaked to the bone. Seaweed dangled from my hair. “How can you look so composed?” I said, through fits of laughter.
“Practice,” Kayden said. He gave me a haughty glare. “You need some as well. Your accuracy is terrible.”
“Kayden, you said yourself this is new to me,” I wheezed, still caught in a fit of laughter. I pulled a long strand of seaweed from my wet, clingy pants.
“You used to know this better than I do,” he replied, hands on his hips. “You forget each time you come back here.” He brushed a hand down his arms, tugged his skin tight black t-shirt into position and shook his long black hair. “I am a patient man-like creature, but I do have my limits.”
I started to hiccup. “Kayden…” Hiccup! “Have some fun with this learning curve.” Hiccup! “I’ll get…” Hiccup! “Better at this…” Hiccup! “You’ll see…” Hiccup!
He gave me a look of utter condescension and pulled a glass of water out from behind his back. “Here…”
I gulped the water down, easing my hiccups into non-existence. “That was fun,” I declared with mirth. “Being in the sea like that.”
Kayden looked down his nose at me. “It was different. But I hope you are starting to see what you and your vast imagination can accomplish. Coupled with a bit of this…” His mouth quirked into a mischievous smile, and he ran a hand up my back.
I gasped as a sudden burst of pleasure shot through my system. “Oh, God, Kayden,” I managed to say before a wave of ecstasy overtook me.
Kayden laughed. “Do share with me, chère. Don’t keep this all to yourself.”
“I’ve…I’ve got…got things…to do…things to do…today,” I uttered, my body rippling with desire.
“Now, now…just a little sharing…”
“I know…you…can feel this…Kayden,” I breathed.
“I prefer to be given the gift of your pleasure, chère. See what you can do.”
“I don’t…don’t know…what you…mean,” I mouthed, my body surging with bliss. I was hanging a few feet from the ground, suspended by silvery strands of energy, undulating and writhing in unconstrained passion. My heavy lidded eyes fluttered open briefly to see Kayden tapping his forehead, indicating that I should use my imagination. I visualized Kayden’s essence being drawn up through my sex, through my solar plexus - my seat of power - and into my heart.
“Ahhhh, chère, well done,” Kayden groaned.
Opening my eyes, I saw that he was now suspended with me, and we were completely naked, skin to skin, revolving in a slow circle, around and around and around. The feel of his skin was intoxicating. He was a bronze mass of sinewy muscle, power and sensuous delight. His long, silky black hair tickled my shoulders. His chest pressed against my hard nipples. Still in suspension, he folded his legs into a cross-legged position. I wrapped mine around his hips so I could feel his erection pushing against my sex, causing my body to respond with honeyed wetness. I knew better than to draw him up into me; I knew that he’d disappear if I did that.
Kayden made small sniffs, inhaling my aroma. “Mmmmm,” he breathed, “you are my dulcet, delectable flower.” He inhaled deeply, his erection pulsed, and I felt myself wash up into him like an ocean wave. As he exhaled, I breathed him in in a similar manner, tightening my inner muscles as if encircling him. In a burst of inspiration, I imagined Cam’s large cock inside of me, filling me with physical sensation
. The ecstatic feelings in me increased in volume, like jacking up the sound system at a concert. It was like standing before a set of ginormous speakers, feeling the vibrations of sound pulsing through me, causing my skin to shake.
“Nice touch,” breathed Kayden. “Let’s use the Neanderthal in our play.” He laughed, arching against me. “He’s going to have some wake up this morning, won’t he?”
He moved his lips towards mine, and I took in Kayden’s pleasurable energetics while imagining Cam’s lips and tongue exploring and probing. Kayden and I made a mutual harmony of satisfied moans. At the same moment, both of our heads fell back, and a torrent of energy fountained between us. A stream of sounds emanated from our throats. Entwined as we were in an exchange of ecstasy, there was no goal, nothing to reach, nothing to seek; each breath was pure, fulfilled bliss. We were not seeking the big O, the great orgasm; we were simply twirling in one continuous state of climax.
I don’t know how much time passed, or if any time passed. I believe I passed out into the bliss-spheres, unable to maintain awareness of our incredible shared pleasure. When my eyes opened, my head was in Kayden’s lap, we were fully clothed, resting in the grass. Kayden was stroking my hair with languorous, unhurried movements as he gazed out at the cloud specked sky, taking in the world around him. Sensing my return to consciousness, his amber eyed gaze fell on me. His face was awash with innocent delight. “Beautiful, sexy girl,” he said in his deep delicious voice.
“Beautiful, sexy man-like creature,” I responded, rolling over to sit up. “That was stunning.”
“Mm hmm,” Kayden breathed. “J’adore, j’adore, j’adore, mon amour…”
“Moi aussi,” I responded, before clamping my hand over my mouth. Where did that come from?
Kayden raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What, you are retracting that statement – you don’t feel the same?”
“No, I do…I do feel the same. I just didn’t know I knew how to speak in French.”
“You know many things, chère, many things. As your energy bursts free, you will remember more and more.”