I’ll email you, she said as she got in the car. Our journey
was complete and now I had time to reflect on what had happened. A friend, a
submissive, a purring sex kitten, a wicked mess of a little girl.
Well, she said she would email me and that was all I knew.
Away she went, but I was satisfied, satisfied that she was riding away in a
friend’s car, safe and sound, satisfied that I had facilitated exactly what I hoped to
facilitate, satisfied that she had had a great time and I had gotten a precious
little fuck thing.
I thought she was a filthy little girl, almost eager to
degrade herself, her backpack strewn open, red wine, cheese and sandwiches,
sweaters and sex. The bottle of wine is tipped over and we are purring in heat
against each other while Adi Da, the elven king, Presides over us, Hovering
entirely too near our little circle of sex. And as eager as she was to be a
little fuck slut she was just as ready to take orders, to follow closely, her mind
turned on and sharpening its edges.
Oh fuck me Daddy, she squeals, as I bucked my hips into her.
She likes it lying down, her face in the blankets and the red dust and dirt of
the Ka’u plains. Green sand glitters gold on the blood running down her legs.
Drunken accidents she says. I fell down a cliff she says. But it was just a
tiny ledge at the bottom of the hill. A propensity for exaggeration. A trait
dear to my heart. And then there was Adi Da…
Adi Da the faery
fucking kingk
So Satori also known as
Adi Da, the faery king, both, names that were pronounced upon him at
various points in our journey, traveled with Lady J and I from Pahoa to Green
Sands and beyond. Revealed along that way was what an entire freak show of a
human being Mr. Satori himself, Lord High Guru Adi Da of the Infinite Bliss
Consciousness One Man Movement was. A squirly mess of a man-child hopelessly
devoted to the Infinite Vagina and lacking any real abilities in the art of
social mores, my ettikink’s opposite.
Lord Adi Da Satori Sir, freaked out on bliss wave pulsations,
speaks the faery king’s tongue, oracular preaching false religion, calling the
one true heart song believers unto him. Of course it was all a joke, one big
tongue in cheek religious trip I could finally, out of total lack of
credibility, get behind, and get behind I did. I worshiped the guru, feeding
morsels of the most erotic eye glances deep into his hungry hole, penetrating
him with my attention. I stroked his hair and held his heavy head in my hands
like a slave while I threw my thumb to the gods of hitch hikery. I gave myself fully to the bhakti Shakti pot
vibration of our Lord Adi Da. I did what had to be done.
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