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The Boy Who Wanted
Sex, Fame, Money, Power, and Drugs
(Volume 1: The Rasta Buddha Chronicles)
Chapter 1:
Coming Into The Light
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned 2 walk without having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned 2 breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared!
Poem by Tupac Shakur
The little boy observed the world through a tiny little black monitor shaped perfectly for his hands. Just like a good book would feel. For 22 years he watched while his body was completely still. He sees the opportunity to stand up and finally steps into the world he’s been carefully analyzing. He arrives but still looking like an innocent boy in everyone’s eyes. Just beginning to know the depth of life. Just starting to understand these inner and outer body experiences in this so called “real world” we all worry our children about. He was barely becoming an independent adult.
Just like everyone else in this world, he wanted sex, fame, money, power, and drugs. However, unlike most people, this kid had been sitting completely still for years only watching and observing the whole wide world from a tiny private room in space. From everything to nothing. He has seen and heard the planet Earth through a thin square screen. Yet he has not seen them up close. Nor has he touched or felt the fascinating things he saw. Not even able to grasp the feelings involved in a human interaction. This child sitting completely still, observing, almost in a meditative state. Thinking and feeling nothing, while he watches existence unfold in a different dimension.
After seeing it all. He stands up tall. Walks out of this gloomy space of nothingness. Enters Earth… Now, standing in the heart of the world’s capital, in the middle of the largest town square ever built. With grandeur sculptures of all the greatest legends this planet had heard of, from Aristotle to Tupac Shakur, side by side encircling the square, just like ancient mathematicians were perfectly “squaring the circle”. He is in ecstatic awe by the monumental surroundings. Even more so by the tourists walking by.
The new Earthling yells to the people around him. As if he just learned how to make sounds with his mouth. But somehow screaming in a universal language known to all. This kid really put his soul into it. The only soul he’s been listening to while watching the world go round. His very own piece of spirit, encapsulating his biological vessel and every single mindful cell that he’s been built of.
“I am the new man!” he shouts
Tourists with their cameras ready finally notice this young man and start rolling the film in his direction. He looked quite different from the local people here. He was extremely thin. No hair and significantly pale...
Almost looked like he had lost kilos of muscle mass. His bald head resembled a crystal ball except it wasn't typically shiny. Yet, he was somehow glowing. The tourist group thinking to themselves, is this a new street performer perhaps?
Poem by Tupac Shakur
The little boy observed the world through a tiny little black monitor shaped perfectly for his hands. Just like a good book would feel. For 22 years he watched while his body was completely still. He sees the opportunity to stand up and finally steps into the world he’s been carefully analyzing. He arrives but still looking like an innocent boy in everyone’s eyes. Just beginning to know the depth of life. Just starting to understand these inner and outer body experiences in this so called “real world” we all worry our children about. He was barely becoming an independent adult.
Just like everyone else in this world, he wanted sex, fame, money, power, and drugs. However, unlike most people, this kid had been sitting completely still for years only watching and observing the whole wide world from a tiny private room in space. From everything to nothing. He has seen and heard the planet Earth through a thin square screen. Yet he has not seen them up close. Nor has he touched or felt the fascinating things he saw. Not even able to grasp the feelings involved in a human interaction. This child sitting completely still, observing, almost in a meditative state. Thinking and feeling nothing, while he watches existence unfold in a different dimension.
After seeing it all. He stands up tall. Walks out of this gloomy space of nothingness. Enters Earth… Now, standing in the heart of the world’s capital, in the middle of the largest town square ever built. With grandeur sculptures of all the greatest legends this planet had heard of, from Aristotle to Tupac Shakur, side by side encircling the square, just like ancient mathematicians were perfectly “squaring the circle”. He is in ecstatic awe by the monumental surroundings. Even more so by the tourists walking by.
The new Earthling yells to the people around him. As if he just learned how to make sounds with his mouth. But somehow screaming in a universal language known to all. This kid really put his soul into it. The only soul he’s been listening to while watching the world go round. His very own piece of spirit, encapsulating his biological vessel and every single mindful cell that he’s been built of.
“I am the new man!” he shouts
Tourists with their cameras ready finally notice this young man and start rolling the film in his direction. He looked quite different from the local people here. He was extremely thin. No hair and significantly pale...
Almost looked like he had lost kilos of muscle mass. His bald head resembled a crystal ball except it wasn't typically shiny. Yet, he was somehow glowing. The tourist group thinking to themselves, is this a new street performer perhaps?
Chapter 2:
The Three Letter Word
“We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.”
Marilyn Monroe
The young man, still appearing like a little boy, sensing his surroundings as if it’s the first time he’s seen such beauty. Clothes similar to Buddhist monks, except they were pure white. Whiter than hospital sheets. He slowly but surely raises his hands towards the heavens and screams.
“I am the new man with a new message!”
He looks at the women slowly walking by, who are a bit curious about what he is doing in the middle of the square standing there as if he owns this place. Getting a bit excited from the feeling of gazing eyes upon him. He screams even louder this time, starting his message to the people of the square.
“I want sex! I love sex! I want to feel this freedom! I want to know how it is to touch a woman. See her naked. Treat every single body part as if it was my God!”
This caught some women’s attention. A few parents were covering their children’s ears, telling them to not listen to this crazy young man. However, a cocky guy by the night club cheers him on. Looks like a true player in “the game”. The gentle boy looks at this “playah” and continues,
“I don’t want any lame one night stand! How can you only take one night to explore a delicate female body?! How can you explore her true beauty in just one night?
I get it, I get it. We want to explore as many women as possible before making the final commitment. Fair enough. This is obviously much wiser than to end up with someone that we want to completely change in the end. Spending our precious time in a toxic relationship. So we go to the clubs, get messed up on alcohol. Party! Fool and flirt around. Hormones rushing through our body. Picking a girl for a night. Enjoying meaningless but fun drunk sex. Loving it. Oh, I want it! Connecting with someone on such a level in so little time. The world needs more of that! Openness. If we could just say how we truly feel deep within, every time we open our sinful mouths. There would be more love and less fear in this world. I promise you. I guess we need alcohol and other drugs to numb the fear for a little while. So we can express how we truly feel to others and even strangers. It’s somehow so difficult these days to be ourselves that we even need a guide on how we ourselves function and behave. We read psychology, philosophy, look at astrology and take personality tests, all kinds of sources to learn about ourselves and how we’re supposed to fit into this world.
So one night of amazing sex would never be enough for me! If ever I have a one night stand, I want it to be an experience that is engraved into the back of her dirty mind. Leaving intimate fingerprints in her heart. Creating celebratory fireworks between the legs of our souls. Celebrating true love for one night that would last forever.
I’m pretty sure I would want to get to know her after sharing a night like that.
Though I would never be able to know every person I meet, or basically have a crush on, to this sexy extreme. If she respects and loves me like I would do her. And if her troubles are worth my time and I see that I can be a hero in her specific situation. Why wouldn’t I stretch out my kindness and help this perfectly timed maybe temporary soul mate? Don’t we wonder what she sees in us? why she’s suffering? Why she perceives the world the way she does? I would want to understand her more. Comprehend why she thinks this way. Figure out the opposite sex who seems like they’re from a different planet. Once I understand her fully, I want to keep respecting her completely. Respect her by giving her the ultimate release she deserves. All her stress and emotions gently kissed away by my lips. Her tears dried by the touch of my hand. Her troubles gone. Holding her arms around me so I can hold her safe and secure in mine.
If I see her fit for the life I lead, I would want to be with her for days! Clothes on and off! I would want to see what garments suits her body. Which fabrics comfort her skin. What colors and shapes she can add to seduce all eyes. What fragrance she chooses to intermingle with her very own sweet seductive scent. I want to go deep! So deep into her mind. Penetrate her deepest thoughts. See what makes her tick. What makes her feel oh so good! What makes her mood move back and forth like a little girl on a swing. Why she feels tied up. Maybe even tie her up! To see what she really fears. If I stroll my fingers from her chin down to the different areas of her body. What will she do? What sounds will she make with gentle lips so soft and delicate? Where has she been hurt? Show me all those scars so I can cleanse them with my tongue! Kiss the dreadful pain away. Give her new soothing pain, which she can scream and cry about. I would entangle my body with hers. Becoming physically one. Again, and. Again.
I would want us to continue to touch each other. Talk sexy and dirty! Tell each other how much we feel! How painfully good it can feel… This amazing body can feel. Breathing, screaming and panting together. Feeling her damp slender thighs cling to my lean core structure. Enthralling her with each grip of these strong steady hands. Bending down to kiss her perfect breasts so gently. With feathery strokes of my tongue circling her center points. Watching the texture of her nipples harden. With my very own solid erection becoming stronger! We continue aiding each other. Our mission to launch the other into this universal climactic almost galactic experience! Having orgasmic thoughts of just being together! Holding one another. Spooning.”
Cliques of young ladies his age come closer. Gathering around. Intensely listening. Playing with their hair and watching this boy with excitement!
“Sex is a journey we go with someone special, except that we are going deep inside them. Looking directly into the windows of their soul. Using our upper limbs to operate their flexible body. Spreading their legs and mind wide open. Penetrating through all their fears and worries. Pounding each negative thought down for a few hours in these stressful days. Likewise, we can feel the warmth of their heart melting like hot juice over our tender meat. Letting them feel our pulse beating in the apex of their legs. Deliberately spreading them. While caressing the soft inner face of their thighs. Throbbing slowly back and forth. Massaging her feet. Caressing her ankles with my tongue and mouth. Kissing the back of her knees. Relaxing her legs and gently moving upwards. Skipping the supple breasts. More interested in sealing our luscious lips and fusing them tight. Seeing deep into each other’s souls while thrusting away. Painfully pleasant in millions of ways! Every single neuron sending chemicals of joy to every single nerve cell in our body. Engulfing our mind with beauty and wild animal instincts. The moment we fully open up to each other. We let go. The rush of sensations takes over. We have no control. It’s a free world. This feeling sadly lasts for just a few moments. This instance without total control. This special type of freedom. A blessing from the Gods! Experienced through Adam and Eve and, Adam and Steve as well as Adriana and Eve. We barely touch the tip of absolute love. Waiting for the elixir of life to shoot out. Springing like the fountain of youth. Yearning to become one once more. So in love we could go on this journey for days.
Later on, after taking the lead a couple of times. I want her to equally engage in this exciting celebration. So we can both feel like dominant sexual deities. So she can become the epitome of a globalized independent woman. Make her go on her very own divine adventure. Meeting me somewhere down the road when she is ready. Ready to get down on her knees. Let her feel my firm curves and my plumb and swollen member. Let her use her feminine touch to give me that specific sense of pleasure. Putting her rouge lips around my head. Filling her mouth! Letting her explore it with the tip of her tongue. Flexing the muscles in my legs as she continues to suck on the head of my staff. Playing gently with the crown jewels. Feeling the ripped parts of my abs. Letting her tease and orally please me! The moment she feels her feminine power, she seduces me to lie down. She lays her luscious body on top of mine. Her firm bosoms grazing gently across my chest. Nibbling my ear. Whispering in my ears, “I have you now...!”. I think to myself how much time we spend sharing this blissful celebration. How much I love this human interaction. This relationship we have created. She makes me lose my senses as she raises her perfectly curved figure. Like a powerful Greek Goddess, she prepared her for him. Her fierce Egyptian pussy cat ready to attack. Her hands leaning on my torso. She smirks. Rhythmically starting to move. Seductively dancing and shaking in ways my logical male mind could not fathom. Letting her take full control. If asked to match her rhythm, I obey. If asked to kiss and grab her, I follow. If asked to take over and lay her down to pleasure her with my manly hands and manhood, I simply submit. Moving her into positions her vulnerable emotional mind could not bare. Playfully wrestling with her body. Still making her comfortable in my submission moves. Starting to praise my Goddess the way she deserves. Raining kisses across her shoulders. Listening to her deep long breaths. Her gasps and moans. Sliding my fingers sneakily down her lower back. Eventually, grabbing that sexy ass! Slapping both cheeks. Teasingly sliding a finger inside. Feeling her wet sacred juice within, while rubbing and playing with her glistening cherry. Slipping in another finger. Preparing her for the next step of sexual enlightenment. As she stretches enough to fit the key to her oceanic treasure chest. I insert the master key with intentions to unlock the love she has been looking for all her life.”
A new and more intense female audience arrives. The more mature boy deviates a bit to update the lovely newcomers.
“We all receive this special type of unconditional love in our childhood. Either from parents or equivalent family figures. As we grow older we seek out this same type of love from others. Looking for love in the wrong places or rather the wrong people.”
He continues his erotic story.
“As I to unlock this absolute love within her. A surge of energy flows throughout her body. She feels this love energy take over! Though it fills her body, with her beautiful divine eyes she can finally see that the love she has been looking for all this time was actually trapped inside her. My love brightening her insides. We could now see that her powerful love energy wasn’t flowing freely. I tamper with her sanity and calm her down with my secure hold. Understanding she has thick barriers she herself had built around her own love. Caging it away from the rest of the world. As I secure our position I start poking her walls. Forcing my way in her. She feels my fiery passion. So she starts matching my thrusts. Helping to push down these great walls of vagina. Tension building up. We continue in different positions. In and out of this seemingly unbreakable fortress. Still unchaining wild primal feelings. Standing while she grabs on to me, tugging my hair. Clenching her body to mine. She rides me like an elevator with only two levels. We can now see the height of the walls she had built. Urging each other on, determined to tear down these barriers. Finally reaching to the top floor, we entangle our bodies tighter... and tighter. Dynamite tight!
Exploding and breaking these walls that have imprisoned her for so long. I watch her flawless face as she slowly rolls back and closes her eyes. Screaming in a joyful jubilee. Absolute Love was finally broken free…
Now she clearly sees! Understanding that the love we all eventually seek out is actually trapped deep within us. Instead of expecting unconditional love from others, we need to free this absolute love imprisoned within ourselves. By ourselves. Nature teaches us this when we have our own little children. Giving them this special type of love despite their naughty behaviors and silly mistakes. Finding about this pure unconditional love we always had. Somehow our children carry the blue print to this ironic prison cell we built. In hopes that love will one day fully escape.”
The feminine aura was all over the place. Couples holding hands. Parents now allowing their kids to listen in on this informative show.
“Now, realizing she is the one. The one I want to share my life and dreams with. I continue my final steps to heaven. Opening the gates wide open. Spilling my seed within her.”
A catholic priest drives by and sees the commotion. Has Jesus arrived or something? What’s happening over there. Coming closer to this new type of messenger. The young man in the dead center of the square recognizes the white Hitler mustache collar and the typical all black long sleeved shirt. He smirks and continues,
“When sex is all around us, how can we deny it like we do? It’s in our nature! The birds, the bees, from plants to trees. It’s a beautiful process. Creation of life. Sex is all these things but so much more! We are all unique souls with differentiating pleasure points and even perspectives. We all have these said fetishes because we are all perfectly unique. Infinite ways to enjoy and express this wonderful act of love. It is time to explore sex! Our own type of sex! The sex that we want and love. Sex before marriage! This ridiculous matrimony! Needing the full acceptance of the government and our religion. Signing papers to prove our love. Subsequently, give the permission to finally fornicate.”
The priest now closer to the front, about to interrupt and project his opinion, gets cut right off. No chance against this young man’s charisma.
“Sex has so many benefits! It makes you sleep better, boosts the immune system, lowers blood pressure and it’s quite an enjoyable exercise. Don’t you agree? The perfect stress reliever! This has been known to the greatest civilizations of all time! Why do you think they had such sensual and erotic rituals? Why did they have so many sexual gatherings? It’s always been a holy and sacred human experience. Indeed, it can be used like a medicine! A natural instinct that humans can engage in, to release a large amount of endorphins. Like anything else, we must balance this in our love life. Remember that intimate romantic love without sex is just as lame as sex without love. It is like our very own endogenous drug naturally produced by linking our bodies and souls. I don’t know any other natural method that releases so many feel good chemicals all throughout our vessel.
How have we even denied real proper education about this beautiful experience? Prevented important safety procedures? It is probably the greatest experience humans can have! So great that we can do it all in our own minds. Creating this chemical reaction by ourselves. With our own hands. Strong minds don’t even need hands! Yet we look down upon this beautiful celebration as if it is dirty, bad or even blasphemy!
I will not neglect that there are dirty insane minds out there wondering how it would be to have sex with children and animals. Cursing the three letter word. This is not sex. This is rape! Abusing our right to be free. Denying all mammals’ free will. So sex is obviously not equivalent to abuse. Any abuse should not be linked to this wonderful experience which cannot be described by a simple three letter word. These kinds of people obviously have mental blockages. People that have been denied their free will.
He quickly looks at the grumpy priest.
Priests, monks, and molesters sexually abusing children should not come to a surprise. When they are restricted to have no such human contact or blissful experiences at all. These limitations create several mental blockages leading to psychosis. Making us do things that are unquestionably unnatural. We are human after all.
It is so observable that we all want a romantic relationship. It is also obvious that we should all desire this type of sex that we dream and talk about. We should just be educated about it. Be safe about it. Communicate with our partners. Committing to one relationship at a time as it can spread dangerous diseases quite easily. We can even get addicted to this marvelous drug! We can get used and abused. We can create life we are not ready to take care of.
We can also open up to each other, research and fully understand this heavenly experience together with our intimate partner. Even teach the truth about the type of sex I’m talking about to our next of kin. Once we fully understand it, we are bound to love it.”
The people around him looking as if they take him a bit more seriously now.
“Just don’t misunderstand and choose sex over love. Rather let sex be an ultimate celebration of love!"”
Marilyn Monroe
The young man, still appearing like a little boy, sensing his surroundings as if it’s the first time he’s seen such beauty. Clothes similar to Buddhist monks, except they were pure white. Whiter than hospital sheets. He slowly but surely raises his hands towards the heavens and screams.
“I am the new man with a new message!”
He looks at the women slowly walking by, who are a bit curious about what he is doing in the middle of the square standing there as if he owns this place. Getting a bit excited from the feeling of gazing eyes upon him. He screams even louder this time, starting his message to the people of the square.
“I want sex! I love sex! I want to feel this freedom! I want to know how it is to touch a woman. See her naked. Treat every single body part as if it was my God!”
This caught some women’s attention. A few parents were covering their children’s ears, telling them to not listen to this crazy young man. However, a cocky guy by the night club cheers him on. Looks like a true player in “the game”. The gentle boy looks at this “playah” and continues,
“I don’t want any lame one night stand! How can you only take one night to explore a delicate female body?! How can you explore her true beauty in just one night?
I get it, I get it. We want to explore as many women as possible before making the final commitment. Fair enough. This is obviously much wiser than to end up with someone that we want to completely change in the end. Spending our precious time in a toxic relationship. So we go to the clubs, get messed up on alcohol. Party! Fool and flirt around. Hormones rushing through our body. Picking a girl for a night. Enjoying meaningless but fun drunk sex. Loving it. Oh, I want it! Connecting with someone on such a level in so little time. The world needs more of that! Openness. If we could just say how we truly feel deep within, every time we open our sinful mouths. There would be more love and less fear in this world. I promise you. I guess we need alcohol and other drugs to numb the fear for a little while. So we can express how we truly feel to others and even strangers. It’s somehow so difficult these days to be ourselves that we even need a guide on how we ourselves function and behave. We read psychology, philosophy, look at astrology and take personality tests, all kinds of sources to learn about ourselves and how we’re supposed to fit into this world.
So one night of amazing sex would never be enough for me! If ever I have a one night stand, I want it to be an experience that is engraved into the back of her dirty mind. Leaving intimate fingerprints in her heart. Creating celebratory fireworks between the legs of our souls. Celebrating true love for one night that would last forever.
I’m pretty sure I would want to get to know her after sharing a night like that.
Though I would never be able to know every person I meet, or basically have a crush on, to this sexy extreme. If she respects and loves me like I would do her. And if her troubles are worth my time and I see that I can be a hero in her specific situation. Why wouldn’t I stretch out my kindness and help this perfectly timed maybe temporary soul mate? Don’t we wonder what she sees in us? why she’s suffering? Why she perceives the world the way she does? I would want to understand her more. Comprehend why she thinks this way. Figure out the opposite sex who seems like they’re from a different planet. Once I understand her fully, I want to keep respecting her completely. Respect her by giving her the ultimate release she deserves. All her stress and emotions gently kissed away by my lips. Her tears dried by the touch of my hand. Her troubles gone. Holding her arms around me so I can hold her safe and secure in mine.
If I see her fit for the life I lead, I would want to be with her for days! Clothes on and off! I would want to see what garments suits her body. Which fabrics comfort her skin. What colors and shapes she can add to seduce all eyes. What fragrance she chooses to intermingle with her very own sweet seductive scent. I want to go deep! So deep into her mind. Penetrate her deepest thoughts. See what makes her tick. What makes her feel oh so good! What makes her mood move back and forth like a little girl on a swing. Why she feels tied up. Maybe even tie her up! To see what she really fears. If I stroll my fingers from her chin down to the different areas of her body. What will she do? What sounds will she make with gentle lips so soft and delicate? Where has she been hurt? Show me all those scars so I can cleanse them with my tongue! Kiss the dreadful pain away. Give her new soothing pain, which she can scream and cry about. I would entangle my body with hers. Becoming physically one. Again, and. Again.
I would want us to continue to touch each other. Talk sexy and dirty! Tell each other how much we feel! How painfully good it can feel… This amazing body can feel. Breathing, screaming and panting together. Feeling her damp slender thighs cling to my lean core structure. Enthralling her with each grip of these strong steady hands. Bending down to kiss her perfect breasts so gently. With feathery strokes of my tongue circling her center points. Watching the texture of her nipples harden. With my very own solid erection becoming stronger! We continue aiding each other. Our mission to launch the other into this universal climactic almost galactic experience! Having orgasmic thoughts of just being together! Holding one another. Spooning.”
Cliques of young ladies his age come closer. Gathering around. Intensely listening. Playing with their hair and watching this boy with excitement!
“Sex is a journey we go with someone special, except that we are going deep inside them. Looking directly into the windows of their soul. Using our upper limbs to operate their flexible body. Spreading their legs and mind wide open. Penetrating through all their fears and worries. Pounding each negative thought down for a few hours in these stressful days. Likewise, we can feel the warmth of their heart melting like hot juice over our tender meat. Letting them feel our pulse beating in the apex of their legs. Deliberately spreading them. While caressing the soft inner face of their thighs. Throbbing slowly back and forth. Massaging her feet. Caressing her ankles with my tongue and mouth. Kissing the back of her knees. Relaxing her legs and gently moving upwards. Skipping the supple breasts. More interested in sealing our luscious lips and fusing them tight. Seeing deep into each other’s souls while thrusting away. Painfully pleasant in millions of ways! Every single neuron sending chemicals of joy to every single nerve cell in our body. Engulfing our mind with beauty and wild animal instincts. The moment we fully open up to each other. We let go. The rush of sensations takes over. We have no control. It’s a free world. This feeling sadly lasts for just a few moments. This instance without total control. This special type of freedom. A blessing from the Gods! Experienced through Adam and Eve and, Adam and Steve as well as Adriana and Eve. We barely touch the tip of absolute love. Waiting for the elixir of life to shoot out. Springing like the fountain of youth. Yearning to become one once more. So in love we could go on this journey for days.
Later on, after taking the lead a couple of times. I want her to equally engage in this exciting celebration. So we can both feel like dominant sexual deities. So she can become the epitome of a globalized independent woman. Make her go on her very own divine adventure. Meeting me somewhere down the road when she is ready. Ready to get down on her knees. Let her feel my firm curves and my plumb and swollen member. Let her use her feminine touch to give me that specific sense of pleasure. Putting her rouge lips around my head. Filling her mouth! Letting her explore it with the tip of her tongue. Flexing the muscles in my legs as she continues to suck on the head of my staff. Playing gently with the crown jewels. Feeling the ripped parts of my abs. Letting her tease and orally please me! The moment she feels her feminine power, she seduces me to lie down. She lays her luscious body on top of mine. Her firm bosoms grazing gently across my chest. Nibbling my ear. Whispering in my ears, “I have you now...!”. I think to myself how much time we spend sharing this blissful celebration. How much I love this human interaction. This relationship we have created. She makes me lose my senses as she raises her perfectly curved figure. Like a powerful Greek Goddess, she prepared her for him. Her fierce Egyptian pussy cat ready to attack. Her hands leaning on my torso. She smirks. Rhythmically starting to move. Seductively dancing and shaking in ways my logical male mind could not fathom. Letting her take full control. If asked to match her rhythm, I obey. If asked to kiss and grab her, I follow. If asked to take over and lay her down to pleasure her with my manly hands and manhood, I simply submit. Moving her into positions her vulnerable emotional mind could not bare. Playfully wrestling with her body. Still making her comfortable in my submission moves. Starting to praise my Goddess the way she deserves. Raining kisses across her shoulders. Listening to her deep long breaths. Her gasps and moans. Sliding my fingers sneakily down her lower back. Eventually, grabbing that sexy ass! Slapping both cheeks. Teasingly sliding a finger inside. Feeling her wet sacred juice within, while rubbing and playing with her glistening cherry. Slipping in another finger. Preparing her for the next step of sexual enlightenment. As she stretches enough to fit the key to her oceanic treasure chest. I insert the master key with intentions to unlock the love she has been looking for all her life.”
A new and more intense female audience arrives. The more mature boy deviates a bit to update the lovely newcomers.
“We all receive this special type of unconditional love in our childhood. Either from parents or equivalent family figures. As we grow older we seek out this same type of love from others. Looking for love in the wrong places or rather the wrong people.”
He continues his erotic story.
“As I to unlock this absolute love within her. A surge of energy flows throughout her body. She feels this love energy take over! Though it fills her body, with her beautiful divine eyes she can finally see that the love she has been looking for all this time was actually trapped inside her. My love brightening her insides. We could now see that her powerful love energy wasn’t flowing freely. I tamper with her sanity and calm her down with my secure hold. Understanding she has thick barriers she herself had built around her own love. Caging it away from the rest of the world. As I secure our position I start poking her walls. Forcing my way in her. She feels my fiery passion. So she starts matching my thrusts. Helping to push down these great walls of vagina. Tension building up. We continue in different positions. In and out of this seemingly unbreakable fortress. Still unchaining wild primal feelings. Standing while she grabs on to me, tugging my hair. Clenching her body to mine. She rides me like an elevator with only two levels. We can now see the height of the walls she had built. Urging each other on, determined to tear down these barriers. Finally reaching to the top floor, we entangle our bodies tighter... and tighter. Dynamite tight!
Exploding and breaking these walls that have imprisoned her for so long. I watch her flawless face as she slowly rolls back and closes her eyes. Screaming in a joyful jubilee. Absolute Love was finally broken free…
Now she clearly sees! Understanding that the love we all eventually seek out is actually trapped deep within us. Instead of expecting unconditional love from others, we need to free this absolute love imprisoned within ourselves. By ourselves. Nature teaches us this when we have our own little children. Giving them this special type of love despite their naughty behaviors and silly mistakes. Finding about this pure unconditional love we always had. Somehow our children carry the blue print to this ironic prison cell we built. In hopes that love will one day fully escape.”
The feminine aura was all over the place. Couples holding hands. Parents now allowing their kids to listen in on this informative show.
“Now, realizing she is the one. The one I want to share my life and dreams with. I continue my final steps to heaven. Opening the gates wide open. Spilling my seed within her.”
A catholic priest drives by and sees the commotion. Has Jesus arrived or something? What’s happening over there. Coming closer to this new type of messenger. The young man in the dead center of the square recognizes the white Hitler mustache collar and the typical all black long sleeved shirt. He smirks and continues,
“When sex is all around us, how can we deny it like we do? It’s in our nature! The birds, the bees, from plants to trees. It’s a beautiful process. Creation of life. Sex is all these things but so much more! We are all unique souls with differentiating pleasure points and even perspectives. We all have these said fetishes because we are all perfectly unique. Infinite ways to enjoy and express this wonderful act of love. It is time to explore sex! Our own type of sex! The sex that we want and love. Sex before marriage! This ridiculous matrimony! Needing the full acceptance of the government and our religion. Signing papers to prove our love. Subsequently, give the permission to finally fornicate.”
The priest now closer to the front, about to interrupt and project his opinion, gets cut right off. No chance against this young man’s charisma.
“Sex has so many benefits! It makes you sleep better, boosts the immune system, lowers blood pressure and it’s quite an enjoyable exercise. Don’t you agree? The perfect stress reliever! This has been known to the greatest civilizations of all time! Why do you think they had such sensual and erotic rituals? Why did they have so many sexual gatherings? It’s always been a holy and sacred human experience. Indeed, it can be used like a medicine! A natural instinct that humans can engage in, to release a large amount of endorphins. Like anything else, we must balance this in our love life. Remember that intimate romantic love without sex is just as lame as sex without love. It is like our very own endogenous drug naturally produced by linking our bodies and souls. I don’t know any other natural method that releases so many feel good chemicals all throughout our vessel.
How have we even denied real proper education about this beautiful experience? Prevented important safety procedures? It is probably the greatest experience humans can have! So great that we can do it all in our own minds. Creating this chemical reaction by ourselves. With our own hands. Strong minds don’t even need hands! Yet we look down upon this beautiful celebration as if it is dirty, bad or even blasphemy!
I will not neglect that there are dirty insane minds out there wondering how it would be to have sex with children and animals. Cursing the three letter word. This is not sex. This is rape! Abusing our right to be free. Denying all mammals’ free will. So sex is obviously not equivalent to abuse. Any abuse should not be linked to this wonderful experience which cannot be described by a simple three letter word. These kinds of people obviously have mental blockages. People that have been denied their free will.
He quickly looks at the grumpy priest.
Priests, monks, and molesters sexually abusing children should not come to a surprise. When they are restricted to have no such human contact or blissful experiences at all. These limitations create several mental blockages leading to psychosis. Making us do things that are unquestionably unnatural. We are human after all.
It is so observable that we all want a romantic relationship. It is also obvious that we should all desire this type of sex that we dream and talk about. We should just be educated about it. Be safe about it. Communicate with our partners. Committing to one relationship at a time as it can spread dangerous diseases quite easily. We can even get addicted to this marvelous drug! We can get used and abused. We can create life we are not ready to take care of.
We can also open up to each other, research and fully understand this heavenly experience together with our intimate partner. Even teach the truth about the type of sex I’m talking about to our next of kin. Once we fully understand it, we are bound to love it.”
The people around him looking as if they take him a bit more seriously now.
“Just don’t misunderstand and choose sex over love. Rather let sex be an ultimate celebration of love!"”
Chapter 3:
Fifteen Minutes of Fame
"Words build bridges into unexplored regions."
Adolf Hitler
“The boy turning into the new man looks around. Beautiful women of all races are now glaring at him with mesmerized eyes. The tourist group still watching him as if he’s a one man show. Some men are glaring from a distance whispering to their brothers, what will this guy say or do next? The new born man looks around at all the question mark faces. He puts on a sparkling Hollywood smile and sings,
“I want, fame!” almost inherently harmonizing the last word in that musical type voice.
“This fascinating feeling we experience when the whole world knows you and gives you their undeniable love. Wow, how much I would love fame!"
The guys at the corner thinking amongst themselves, "this street performer would never get world famous. I mean look at him!"
"Imagine if all our celebrities were actually famous for their good deeds, personal teachings and inner wisdom. We still have many respectable people in this industry that are making a difference. Even from the beginning of showbiz. We’ve seen Charlie Chaplin give the greatest speech ever made. A multi-talented man that had a loads of messages to the world. We had young modern stars like Bruce Lee. Connecting the eastern and western film industries. We had famous singers encouraging us to “imagine” like John Lennon, always being a reminder to us all. Legends like Bob Marley and Tupac whose songs and messages will live forever. They continue to inspire the love they had within them. Their understanding of the world, life and love, expressed creatively in their songs. All these modern day prophets! Why would the “man upstairs” ever stop sending those sentient beings down to this reality anyway? We need them now more than ever! Some ahead of their time. Not able to make the impact they prominently wanted. Perfect examples were Voltaire and Great martyrs like Socrates who died in torment because the people could not handle the truth! They were basically more interested in less significant matters. Nowadays it seems we choose to make some people famous for their appearances and for their genetic makeup in which they were born with. They simply got it from their parents. Putting celebrities on a pedestal! Some are hard workers and very talented though. While some have paid a lot of money to appear the way they do. Most are being used. Used to brainwash us! To distract us. Entertain us! An industry governed by dirty politics and mafia like organizations.
There is something about fame though. It can be used for evil as well as good. It can be used for selfish reasons as well as compassionate deeds. There are many ways to become famous! It doesn’t matter how I fulfill this aspiration. As long as everyone that makes me successful, knows in their heart that I'll be using it for the right reasons.”
A bold celebrity striding by, now happens to be an on looker. Cat walking with her body guards and little Chihuahua in her branded bag. No one bothering her for an autograph or a “welfie” this crowded afternoon. She nods all by herself while the maturing young man speaks.
“I want millions of people to give me their full attention! Why?! Not for my singing voice. Not for the way I can move my body. Definitely not for corporations to use me as an ingenious marketing act. Advertising products we never really needed or thought we wanted. Hence, Epicurus blamed advertising for fogging up our path to happiness. Me. I want and love fame because it allows me to send a powerful message directly to the people that feel me. Like countless creative minds in the past that kept wanting the people’s empathy. With fame we can reach and preach to more than enough people so we can stand up one glorious day and fight for what we truly believe in! Together! As one!”
The new man smiles, starting to feel this love energy slightly radiate from the now much larger crowd. Cars passing by started to look for nearby parking spaces just to check in on the greatest street performance of all time. Or maybe they were just following the crowd, sheepishly as usual. The new man adds with a clear humble voice,
“It’s important advice to not make fame your biggest dream in life. Rather make it a means to serve your greatest dream. A dream so big that the whole world would enjoy sleeping comfortably for days to come. A dream that is greater than all the selfish dreams we all have had.”
Adolf Hitler
“The boy turning into the new man looks around. Beautiful women of all races are now glaring at him with mesmerized eyes. The tourist group still watching him as if he’s a one man show. Some men are glaring from a distance whispering to their brothers, what will this guy say or do next? The new born man looks around at all the question mark faces. He puts on a sparkling Hollywood smile and sings,
“I want, fame!” almost inherently harmonizing the last word in that musical type voice.
“This fascinating feeling we experience when the whole world knows you and gives you their undeniable love. Wow, how much I would love fame!"
The guys at the corner thinking amongst themselves, "this street performer would never get world famous. I mean look at him!"
"Imagine if all our celebrities were actually famous for their good deeds, personal teachings and inner wisdom. We still have many respectable people in this industry that are making a difference. Even from the beginning of showbiz. We’ve seen Charlie Chaplin give the greatest speech ever made. A multi-talented man that had a loads of messages to the world. We had young modern stars like Bruce Lee. Connecting the eastern and western film industries. We had famous singers encouraging us to “imagine” like John Lennon, always being a reminder to us all. Legends like Bob Marley and Tupac whose songs and messages will live forever. They continue to inspire the love they had within them. Their understanding of the world, life and love, expressed creatively in their songs. All these modern day prophets! Why would the “man upstairs” ever stop sending those sentient beings down to this reality anyway? We need them now more than ever! Some ahead of their time. Not able to make the impact they prominently wanted. Perfect examples were Voltaire and Great martyrs like Socrates who died in torment because the people could not handle the truth! They were basically more interested in less significant matters. Nowadays it seems we choose to make some people famous for their appearances and for their genetic makeup in which they were born with. They simply got it from their parents. Putting celebrities on a pedestal! Some are hard workers and very talented though. While some have paid a lot of money to appear the way they do. Most are being used. Used to brainwash us! To distract us. Entertain us! An industry governed by dirty politics and mafia like organizations.
There is something about fame though. It can be used for evil as well as good. It can be used for selfish reasons as well as compassionate deeds. There are many ways to become famous! It doesn’t matter how I fulfill this aspiration. As long as everyone that makes me successful, knows in their heart that I'll be using it for the right reasons.”
A bold celebrity striding by, now happens to be an on looker. Cat walking with her body guards and little Chihuahua in her branded bag. No one bothering her for an autograph or a “welfie” this crowded afternoon. She nods all by herself while the maturing young man speaks.
“I want millions of people to give me their full attention! Why?! Not for my singing voice. Not for the way I can move my body. Definitely not for corporations to use me as an ingenious marketing act. Advertising products we never really needed or thought we wanted. Hence, Epicurus blamed advertising for fogging up our path to happiness. Me. I want and love fame because it allows me to send a powerful message directly to the people that feel me. Like countless creative minds in the past that kept wanting the people’s empathy. With fame we can reach and preach to more than enough people so we can stand up one glorious day and fight for what we truly believe in! Together! As one!”
The new man smiles, starting to feel this love energy slightly radiate from the now much larger crowd. Cars passing by started to look for nearby parking spaces just to check in on the greatest street performance of all time. Or maybe they were just following the crowd, sheepishly as usual. The new man adds with a clear humble voice,
“It’s important advice to not make fame your biggest dream in life. Rather make it a means to serve your greatest dream. A dream so big that the whole world would enjoy sleeping comfortably for days to come. A dream that is greater than all the selfish dreams we all have had.”