Paradise - Part Two (The Erotic Adventures of Sophia Durant) by O.L. Casper Page A

joiner of the human spirit to some unimaginable realm of Pure Consciousness that allows us to explore the higher powers as well as to get a greater sense of ourselves. Also communion is believed to be better achieved at certain times of day; midnight, dawn, noon, and dusk. Each connoting a different aspect of spiritual experience.
    “What are we meant to achieve by this, master?” I say with a smile and in a low voice.
    He returns my smile.
    “I am not your master, nor you my slave, but we are both vessels of the Divine Current.”
    “So we are to achieve bliss by this?”
    “That is the aim. You miss nothing. You’re no stranger to these occult Egyptian practices, I see…”
    “I am actually. I’ve only read about them.”
    “You seem to remember what you read.”
    “More than I’d like, sometimes.”
    “From now till midnight we must observe silence, not only of speech but also of mind. And perhaps by some grace we will be able to transmute the life of our consciousness to that of a higher plane.”
    I have the distinct feeling that it’s no longer him talking but some alien soul. Perhaps the soul of a god. He has transformed into someone else, speaking in a way that is nothing like his usual self. Almost like a split personality would do. Under normal circumstances, speech like this would be a bit scary, but now it seems to fit the extreme bizarreness of the situation and I am not afraid but get the deep seated sensation of floating, being lifted up to a plane of inner space I have not yet known. I eat a handful of grapes and feel the inner transformation is complete. From lead into gold, my soul has transformed from mortal to immortal. At least that is how it feels. The inner experience is of a light transcendence, like that produced by opiates, but much deeper and fuller. This inner experience lightens and ascends throughout the course of the night. It’s really indescribable and I will leave it at that, and go on to describe the outer physical experiences we share.
    I finish the rest of the wine in the pitcher and turn to see Apollo on the floor next to me, his loincloth pushed to one side by his massive, boisterous erection. His is a brusque penis. He parts the top of the V-shaped garb I wear, exposing heaving breasts, still broken out in goosebumps, which increase in size as he runs his fingers between the them. I’m practically shivering with pleasure as I feel my wet vagina lubricating the carpet. He squeezes my breasts and pushes them up before running his hands down my sides, along my hips, and, brushing aside the flap of silk, to my throbbing, wet pussy. He gently massages the labia with a deeply caring touch and finds my erect clitoris. He smears the juice all over my wet lips, in all the creases, drawing more out of the slit and spreading it around the outside as he pleases. I feel like a god is touching me now. The sensation from the fingertips touching just inside my gushing vagina creates divine bodily pleasure, spreading upward in waves. He pulls the labia apart with both hands now as I lower my back onto the floor. He sticks his fingers deep inside, rubbing his finger pads up and down along the ribbed part of the vagina. This is fast becoming the best fuck I’ve ever had and he hasn’t even swum upstream yet.
    Ah, there it is. The smooth rounded end of his manhood touches the labia, rubbing up and down it, in the folds, massaging the clitoris. I spread my legs as far as they’ll go, welcoming him. And the youthful god spears me—thrusts right through. I feel my insides pushed by the head of his gargantuan cock. He rocks his hips back and forth—excruciatingly slow. Excruciating because, instant-gratification-seeker that I am, I want him to fuck me hard and fast right now to take us both to the heights, but he’s doing it right. The slow flow sends waves of escalating pleasure through me. This moment is the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy in all my life, the pinnacle of ecstasy of all sorts.