trine erotic by Alice Andrews

Author:Alice Andrews
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookSurge Publishing
Published: 2006-10-01T20:00:00+00:00

sex energ y

An inherited collective image of woman exists in a man’s unconscious, with the help of which he apprehends the nature of woman. —Jung

But Orpheus had no rival . . . There was no limit to his power when he played and sang. No one and nothing could resist him. —Homer

Caleb’s aural seduction was in many ways the most exciting and erotic period of the affair for both of them. She would bring her cordless phone into the bathroom, turning the fan on so her husband couldn’t hear. All he knew (and this is why Caleb was so clever) was that she was singing with him. He was pleased for her. He knew it was something she had enjoyed when she was younger, and he supported her effort.

“I’m hard all the time,” Caleb told her. “I can’t get my work done. All I do is think about you.”

“I’m . . . I can’t say,” she said.

“C’mon, what?” he said.

“I can’t. It’s too . . . No.” She felt vulnerable, embarrassed. “What is it? Tell me.”

“It’s very difficult, I feel . . . no, I can’t.”

“Please tell me.”

His persistence turned her on, but it frightened her, too.

She gave in.

“Well, I’m wet a lot. I don’t remember ever being this

way. Does that sort of turn you off?” she asked.

“No, not exactly. It makes me want to come over is what

it does.”

“Well, you know that would be difficult right now,” she said. The challenge of the other male only made Caleb harder

and his focus sharper. Their bodies became more beautiful as

the days went on and they felt stronger, energized. They

couldn’t sleep and they hardly ate—they had never felt better.

Caleb had been working very hard at Havtha but had now lost his will to work. He wanted her. He believed in her. He’d drop by her house in the middle of the day and spend a few hours with her, talking, usually under a sugar maple in her yard.

Rajingiev’s philosophy was complex, mathematical. When Caleb talked in this foreign language, and especially when he used math, she could sometimes fool herself he had access to a world beyond her. She was aroused by his deep understanding of the physics of music, of sacred geometry. Her chest would flush at certain simple things he’d say, like, “Everything has a shape, and every shape has a meaning.” Her pubis would swell at “the beauty of a crystal is really a shadow version of a higher dimension—probably the tenth.”

She also was impressed by the precepts Caleb lived by, like “keep your word,” and “don’t interrupt.” And though they weren’t really different from the ones she lived by, his “work” made her that much more self-aware. So when they talked in these early days, she practiced not interrupting—a basic Rajingiev principle. It wasn’t too hard. Her interrupting was an acquired habit, what Rajingiev would have called personality. Her “essence,” in fact, could have listened to Caleb forever.

He told her about the law of the triad, also called

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