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Cam55 Cruyff55 - Csoky was always a fan of the Black Diamond Experience.

The pleasure he derived from such a rigorous training regimen transcended physical borders. Rather, it centered on the sensuous, rich, and mysterious subtleties of being lost in one's own imagination and being physically undone in one's orgasm. Her body was slowly but surely acclimating to the pleasures of superposition, leading her body to the plateau of hardness at which she became, her mind to the possibility of infinite possibilities and a unification of her soul with the One. Her Master, a man in his mid 40's, is the last of the traditional healers and the builders of the Grey Wood. He is landlocked and works from a distance, transporting her to a special place on a mountain. Easing the way, he cuts her boots from her body and cuts her boots from her as well. Enwrapping herself in a cloak of silk and borrowed clothing, he leads her to the beginning of the Grey Wood. The place, the trees, sway gently as he strides, embracing the way, stopping at a certain stream crossing. Shambles playfully when he comes upon a fallen snowbank. The wind carried her into the wood, as he follows her into the center of the clearing. Wrapping around her like a protective blanket, she sleeps. The stillness of the night seems to resonate within her like an echo from the dawn's early fall. Her senses finally adjust to the light of day as she passes through the trees to find her own light. Alarms blare and notifications light up on her monitor, she is aware that she has been watched. She mentally notes the time; it is 40:40 p.m. She hates it.

She mentally welcomes it. It is almost as if the end of the world came suddenly and she suddenly found herself in the middle of two incredible beings. He was tall, almost 40 feet 40 inches with dark brown hair for shoulder length. She measured him, standing next to her, and he was slightly taller, maybe more so, but not by much. Theirs were the only images she had of the physical figure they left in the woods. In her imagination, she began to conceive of a "whale" that she hoped to one day train to become her guide. It was a vision she had had many times before, but was unable to pull the primal force that created the images out of her mind. She did not have the energy for any further sexual experience and could only lie in subspace. That was the magic of the encounter, the power it contained. It did not matter that it was a man and a woman, she had the same power. The power resided in her, in her shoulders and in her soul. The connection was immense. After she returned home from her sexual adventure, she would run the gamut from horny college student to hypnotic stockbroker. She chose her partners carefully, keeping in mind the history of the person she was with and the dreams she had had. Sometimes it is said that a person's first sexual experience is their first sexual memory. It is a dream come true for her. She would be only too happy to share her first experience, particularly with someone she could relate to.

That was the case with this man. Her heart was a flutter as he entered the house, just entering the bedroom from the kitchen. She quickly fell to her knees, ignoring the etiquette they had followed in the presence of the neighbors for the last four decades. After making sure he was as comfortable as possible, she opened the door to his presence. Closing it, she poured a glass of wine, and then to the bed. Dressed in all white except the collar, which she had placed around her neck the night before, she knelt to deliver the wine. He took the glass from her and looked at her questioningly. Without making a gesture with his hand, he carefully pushed the buttons of her dress. She arched her back accepting the glass, and she promptly fell to her knees. It was a delicate dance, requiring a great deal of concentration. He leaned close to her face to study the close-ups of her eyes before the lacing of the black rubber goes up. He could see her reactions to the light, and he was pleased. He wanted her to feel the movement of her skin. He wanted to know how much of herself she could take before allowing herself to be taken from her comfort. For the first time he could see an expression on her face that she had been working to cultivate. He saw it in her eyes as she knelt, face down, as she drank the wine..

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