“Oh my God that was so very cool. Thank you. I don’t know how that could have even possibly happened but… It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”
I opened my eyes to find Julia laying next to me giving me a kind of half hug as I lay on my back. She then gave me a gentle tug wanting me to move her way saying, “I was a bit sore down there this morning at one point and a bit worried about how I was going to handle you but… Uh… This might sound kind of strange but… More like crazy actually… But… Um… Uh… You made the pain go away? Does that sound right? Crazy, yeah?”
I moved towards her, and she began to assume the position. But… I gently stopped her and said softly, “Julia? What are you talking about?”
“You were floating like right on top of me this morning,” Julia said. “At the same time though, you were asleep next to me.”
I could feel the heat coming off her as she spoke and knew she was blushing. Prodding her gently to continue she finally went on saying, “I knew it had to be your astral self or what ever you call it that was hovering over me because there was light radiating from the form. Not bright. But a kind of amber blow. A glowing human version of you.”
She then stopped and collected her thoughts for a moment before saying, “The astral you then touched me down there and well… Oh fuck this is so crazy but… Not only did I get off in record time from the fingering I received… But… Uh… When that form of you vanished, the pain was gone, and I now feel as good as new.”
She then asked in a small worried voice, “You do believe me, don’t you? I know it sounds crazy but…”
I cut her off with a kiss and said smiling serenely down at her, “Not just a dream on my end then. Cool.”
I could feel the relief wash over her at that point and, as it did, I began making love to her. Julia’s body responded to mine with a radiance all its own that even a blind guy without the ability to Sensory Project would be able to detect from thirty thousand yards out.
I could certainly understand why she felt awkward telling me about it. It wasn’t the kind of experience any woman would ever expect to have, even if they knew they were married to a man who was… Well… “Unusual.”
As we went about our business of the day, paying bills, working with clients etcetera, she didn’t say anything more about it. But when we passed by each other on bathroom trips and stops in the kitchen for coffee during breaks in the action, she would sneak a hug and light kiss from time to time. After each kiss I’d hear her saying to herself as she walked away, “Thank you God for letting him be mine.”