The womanly body I had in the presence of the dragon is the same. The place is much different.
It is a realm that cries of no-where's-ness. Even my breathing surrounds me in a way that is not an echo. Dark grey wisps of indistinct fog roll and sway as far as the eye can see.
The human-form face of the goddess slides up behind me and nestles on my shoulder.
"I will be doing some tests here. As you likely would surmise, this place is not physical. I am in your head."
The grey wisps slide in. The feeling of hands and sometimes her face is a fully real and tangible sensation.
I let go fully and relax.
The speed increases in a heady way. Is it two hands or two hundred? Occasionally, I feel an embrace that is tail-like.
It stops. I tremble a bit. My heart beats. I feel the heavy beating in my chest, it makes a light quavering ache along the length of the throat and down deep.
She whispers from a place I cannot see "Relax. That was an experience of pleasant sensuality, perhaps erogenous; but not intimate. A test that still leaves the subject virginal, untouched."
I accept her command to relax and allow myself to lean backwards. Her touches keep me from falling.
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Just Good Friends With The Dragon
FantasyLife is good. I take part time jobs to help out with money. It bring smiles at dinner with my Mom and sister. Mom got sick, so I focus more on working. When Mom died I coped day by day. When my sister got married she suggested I move away. It...