Ah… what a beautiful sight - a man on his knees before a Woman!
That’s exactly what I saw as I entered the room. Slowly, slowly, I moved toward them, careful not to disturb the delicate energy of the moment.
My Muse was seated in the armchair like a queen on her throne, while our devoted servant carved a trail of luscious kisses from her toes upward, heading toward her sacred center. I could feel his every kiss on my own skin.
I felt everything: the trembling of her fragile body, wrapped in waves of thick warmth radiating from the man drinking in her sweet Amrita. I saw the energetic spirals swirling around them, lifting their consciousness beyond this reality.
I had no desire to join the act. I loved my role. The observer. The producer, the director, the writer. The Creator, admiring her masterpiece from the front row, utterly intoxicated.
How breathtaking a Woman is in ecstasy!
Have you ever witnessed a beauty like that? I hadn’t. Never in my life had I experienced the feminine orgasm from the outside. I had taught this art for years, I had written about it in books, but to see the fruit of my own teaching… that was something entirely new.
How electric a Woman becomes in orgasm! Have you ever felt it? I felt all of it. With every trembling wave of her sparkling body, I filled with energy… I bathed in it, dissolving along with her.
Our faithful servant was so enchanted by what was happening, he could’ve gone on worshipping this nymph forever - but I gently guided him to the door, letting her melt into blissful afterglow.
“It’s time for you to go, my gorgeous Man. Thank you. You were magnificent, as always.”
“I live to serve you, divine ladies,” he said, looking at me with hope in his eyes…
They said: ‘I want to worship you - as my Queen.’
And in that moment, a wave of arousal crashed over me at the mere thought that I could have him now, after everything that had happened- without jealousy, without ownership, without resistance. This strong, influential, self-sufficient, mature, handsome, successful… real Man.
“On your knees,” I ordered with a flick of my wrist - and surrendered to the all-consuming pleasure.