The Capacity to Create

SEXUAL MAGIC

Can sexual energy be harnessed?

What is the connection between what we do in bed and the rest of our lives?

Since sex is SO much FUN (and since we're not using it to make babies), is there any reason for sex, beyond the mere pleasure of it?

What does it mean to bring "soul" into sex?

What would happen if we invited the heartache of the world to come snuggle up next to our fire?

One afternoon some years ago, I sent my favorite fuckbuddy a provocative text. The text cut right to the chase: "Hey you sweet fucker. Wanna cum over and do something hot and nasty?" It wasn't at all unusual for me to provoke him that way, especially when I knew he was at work. I knew that as soon as he read it, he would have no other choice other than to feel his dick getting hard in that tight sexy underwear he loved to wear under his khakis...

He never said no to my horny ideas. It didn't matter whether he had another hour at work or 8 more hours to go. We both used that time well to stay as excited as we could stand, and then...

By the time he walked in the front door, we were both ravenous, tearing into each other like wild hungry animals. Our sex was, indeed, a gift to be cherished. I thanked him, every time I saw him, for bringing me so much pleasure on an ongoing basis. He was, by far, my favorite fuckbuddy...

And still, there was more...

We were both magicians. Admittedly, it was my idea to start confiding in one another about our deepest desires...not just our sexual desires, but also what we desired in life. I wanted to know what the hot little fucker truly cared about, beyond the pure joy of writhing in euphoric dick-rasslin' joy for hours on end with me! We loved to frot (rub our hot, hard dicks together while we slid all over one another's bodies in warm oil. On occasion, we would squirt our hot cum simultaneously between our pressed-together bodies, up between our two abdomens, as if we were one body. It was SO fucking fun, and...

I found myself wanting to imagine what we were fertilizing. I wanted to create a place in my imagination, or maybe deep in my heart, where all of that energy and love we summoned could flow...

One day, when I asked him, "What do you really want, lover?" he told me "I want to have the courage to live the life I came here to live". He had been working an office job he wasn't particularly happy about, and he had found himself feeling curious about what else might be in store for him in this life. I was curious, too. I mean...how different would both our lives be, if we got out of the bed every day, fully committed to take steps in the direction of what truly interested us, rather than what we felt we just "had to do"?

So while we surfed all over one another's sweaty bodies, riding wave after wave of euphoric dick-throbbing bliss, I relished getting right up next to his ear, and whispering, "Congratulations, you sweet, sexy fucker. You are living the life of your dreams. I'm so happy for you. I really admire your courage..."

Today, we did something special we had never tried. I put extra-sensitive, extra-thin condoms on both of our cocks, even though we weren't fucking! I'm sure you're wondering why, and I promise that we had a very specific reason, which you'll know quite soon...

While we writhed in sexually ecstatic bliss, body to body and heart to heart, with our two hard cocks wrestling together between our bellies, I continued to affirm "I'm so in love with the way you live your life so courageously. You're a sexy, confident fucker who lives your life to max..." We did this for what seemed like forever, periodically slowing down our pelvic gyrations enough to regain control of our breaths, or even completely stopping to lie completely still and take long, slow, full breaths in unison, feeling the pulse of each other's blue-veined throbbers.

Finally, after riding wave after wave of euphoric orgasmic bliss without ejaculation, I whispered something exceptionally nasty: "You're my lover. I really love you. Your courage is carrying you far, sweet lover..." These words of love and affirmation were so irresistibly potent that they sent him past the point of no return. As I felt the surge of hot cum come squirting to fill the thin sheath I had rolled down the shaft of his cock, I felt my own self releasing all of the buildup I had held for days, squirting my hot jizz to fill the receptacle of my condom, too, as I continued to whisper sweet affirmations, over and over: "Yes, that's it, sweet lover. It's so much easier now. Our courage has carried us far. We know who we are and why are are here...yes, lover. Yes.

We carefully tied loose knots in the open ends of our two receptacles of magic seed. Believe it or not, our relationship was still quite new at that point, and we had never once set foot anywhere other than my bedroom during our 3 years of avid fuckbuddy fun. Our time together, up until this point in our relationship, was 100% reserved for sex-play fun. For this reason and more, I was happy to take on the responsibility of delivering our offerings after our ritual...

As soon as he had gone home, I got on my little bicycle and took our offerings down to the ancient river that flows through our town. We had generated that seed, together, by way of our excitement, our arousal, and our love...and when I deposited our semen into the river, I saw all of his dreams coming true...and mine.

More than a dozen years have passed since that day. We live together now, in the same home. Our lovership has changed over the 15 years we've known one another. Sex isn't such a prominent part of our relationship today as it was when we were avid fuckbuddies, but the love runs deep...and the magic we summoned that day is still rippling through our lives and our community. His old office job is a memory of the past. We're both involved in the arts, and we're even hosting Erotic Temple for two groups in our home this month!. Both of our lives are built upon our heart's true desires. There's always room for deeper authenticity, and so every single day, the main question is "What do you really want, lover?"

The question of "What do we really want? is not a question based in greed or fantasy, but a question grounded in the heart. It feels impossible to ask for anything other than what is 100% fully in resonance with the vibrant, clear calling of the heart. Each day, I feel assured that when my heart is fully alive, I am fully living.

And so, until next time, I leave you with the same questions I was asking when I began to write this article: