As the mist of my orgasm lifted and I landed back into my reality from the cosmos, I received the words “YOU ARE YOUR EXPERIENCE”.
It was the previous night’s gentle, rhythmically slow lovemaking that had me so inspired to fuel my own flames of radiance and juiciness, whilst my man was out mowing our lawn.
He walked in from putting all his tools away.
“Hunny, what’s happened here? You’re glowing!”
Was it the way my sheer goddess dress wrapped around my breasts and body?
The way my hair was tassled and glissening from the residue of the elixir I had massaged onto my yoni?
Was it my beaming smile or how I lounged in my office chair, as if I was floating on a lily pad?
It was that I was radiant. I was juicy.
It was that I appeared ravishingly delicious.
I had filled my self up with orgasmic bliss, which gives the side effect of...