Breaking through the sound-barrier...
O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!
Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!
Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.
Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert
Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:
Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!
You're not likely to forget it! It was my old partner Ron who broke through the sound-barrier. We were what you might call a 'mature' couple, been around the block, three marriages between us, and a string of mates and lovers behind us. We thought we knew it all! Both versatile, up for anything! Boom!! We used to get together about once a month, and we'd trip - usually a microdot and a couple of spliffs to take us through the night. We both knew we'd hit the jackpot: both quite big, and hungry and ready to take it. By chance, we both had some experience of yoga, and I'd done some Taoist stuff - breathing, muscular control - and so we could keep it up pretty indefinitely, as well as tap into those amazing feelings inside. (When viagra came on the scene, that uppped the ante too). He was a magnificent, caring lover, he'd open me with his tongue and fingers, and I'd do the same for him, and then we'd go for it turn by turn, couldn't stop. The first sign that things were moving onto another dimension was on Ron's side. I'd take a breather, still inside him, and he'd clench hold me, quite lightly, sort of milking me while I played with his nipples and he played with my balls or put a finger inside me. We'd keep this up as long as we could - sort of nirvana plateau, ecstasy - and then he'd suddenly go into spasm, incredible feelings for me, and he'd be out his mind; and then I'd start thrusting again, and so on. So he tried that on me, alternating long, slow thrusting - and, Jesus, was he a master! - with long, still passages, when he'd hardly move, and I'd lightly grip him and get myself flickering, and then it would go out of control, and I'd be coming and coming; and then eventually it would kind of fuse into a huge, generalized sensation, my whole body shaking and contracting, as he drove into me, and we'd shout the rooftops down - and then start all over again. (that's the good thing about that stuff - and no hangover in the morning, just more of the same. Aren't we lucky, mate! You've obviously had the same experience. The secret is surrender, stillness and patience; loving yourself as well as the other. Your word, intimacy. Creating something. Cheers - JEREMY
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