Locked Down with Mr. Right

According to family legend, my cousin, some big shot art director for a Las Vegas graphic design firm, had a similar aversion, despite the large number of successful musicians and composers in our extended family. My aunt was a semi-famous opera singer and my other cousin was one of the vocalists for Dante Street Massacre.

When it came to listening material, I preferred classics. Not only did the writing previous to the 20th century have an interesting sort of rhythm, a lot of the titles were either cheap or free to download, something that would likely surprise most people to find was a concern for me. But being thrifty was a large part of how I ended up where I was.

That day, in preparation for the unholy judicial beat down I was about to administer to the forces of evil, I opted for the good old King James and skipped to the latter parts of Revelation. Nothing like a good smiting to get the blood pumping.

I could hear the shower echo through the house as I came through the door. I had gone through the ritual of a cold shower before heading out for my run. But it never hurt to have another.

Knocking before I went in lest she think me a psycho killer, I entered the bathroom at her invitation, taking off my running gear as I went, glancing at my pedometer and my number of steps as I did so. She was already bent over when I got in the shower. Hands pressed flat against the cool porcelain, she offered herself to me in love and trust.

Cupping my hand up between her legs, I held still, letting her know that I was there and that I loved her. She gasped in pleasure, as well as surprise.

Stroking her lightly until she hummed with sounded like joyful contentment, I got on my knees behind her, partaking of her sweet tenderness. Making her moan and scream in ecstasy. Just when she was about to cum, I stood again, replacing my tongue with my thumb as I did so, and slid my rock-hard cock deep inside her.

She took it like a champ, only letting out the quickest and quietest of moans as I pushed in until my pelvis was pressed lightly up against her ass. Pausing as Addie prepared herself, taking several deep breaths, getting to the same rhythm she had reached when I had her meditate. I could actually feel her relaxing.

Putting my hands on her hips, I started to pump, gently working my cock deep inside her precious pussy. Leaning her head back, she started moving with me, pushing herself back against me as I fucked her.

It didn’t take long before we were fucking really hard. My cock pounding her inner depths, Addie yelped her approval and joy. I could feel myself getting really close to coming. Addie was pretty close herself, judging by the sounds she was making.

I considered for a moment whether I should cum inside her. She had clearly enjoyed t when I had done it before. I also reasoned that if she was going to get pregnant, she would be already, and it wouldn’t make much difference whether or not I did it that time.

We came in unison, our bodies in near perfect sync, her head going back as again as she was taken by a body-wracking orgasm. I was already holding her, so it was an easy thing to keep her upright after her knees buckled. It was something I had figured might happen.

Turning off the shower, I got Addie out and wrapped her in a towel. Drying us both off, I swooped Addie up and carried her into the bedroom.

I thought she might be too spent to get into the lotus, but she managed by putting her back up against the wall. Sitting across from her, I once again lead in deep breathing exercises.

Her technique had gotten a lot smoother since the first time. I wondered if she had been practicing. Bringing us both into a calm and open state, I laid may hands on her forehead and chest, zeroing in on the focal points. I tried to send her all the positive energy as I could.

I knew there were people who would laugh. Some of them already had. They thought it was just New Age mumbo jumbo. But it was real and actually tested by real scientist. The only provision was that one of the people involved had to be an empath. Everything on Earth gave off some kind of resonance. That had been shown with various forms of energy meters.

The thing was, humans were no exception, giving off resonance like everything else on this little blue rock of ours. It was just that it was at a frequency that was out of range for most. Empaths, estimated at roughly 2% of the human population, were the ones who could pick up the frequency, allowing us to both receive and, in extreme cases, send out emotional resonance.