Kate, and I had a wonderful weekend together with the lovely Clarice Moreau, who cooked dinner for us on Saturday afternoon, the day after having a wild and fun overnight stay with us. We now have two memorable evenings with each other, and maybe the formation of a long-term friendship. Clarice really likes Kate, and the bonding between all three of us was refreshing, but also a rare occurrence in life. We stood with Clarice until early Sunday morning, then Kate and I walked back to our corporate apartments via Rue Sainte-Catherine on a gorgeous summer day.
It was almost 11 am, and we came upon The Argo Bookshop at 1841 Saint Catherine W and went inside. Kate and I explored the store separately, and I wandered back to the section where I originally met Claudia several weeks ago. I reminisced about that special day and was staring at books with extreme concentration in the poetry section, when I felt a pair of arms around my waist tightening, and I said, “Kate, your back so soon,” and I put my right hand on Kate’s hands, and squeezed, and something was different. I recognized the lovely scent of a familiar perfume blend wafting into my sensory field, and I turned around, and my eyes came upon the glorious sight of Claudia Cappella.
I instantly pulled Claudia near to me, and kissed her, and it was no ordinary peck on the lips, but a sweet, sultry, deep embrace. We kissed for at least five seconds,seconds, then we paused so we could look into each other’s eyes in complete wonderment. Claudia whispered to me, “I saw you walk in with Kate, and she is lovely.” With that said, Claudia slipped away from me and ducked behind a large bookcase and disappeared. I stood there stunned and could not move. It seemed like time ceased flowing and the world had come to an abrupt stop. Eventually, Kate came to where I was standing and snapped me out of my brain fog and wondered if I had found anything good. I replied, “No, but I bumped into a lovely friend, and then she just disappeared into thin air.” Kate asked, “Who was she to you?” I said, “We met right here, in this very spot many weeks ago, when we first arrived in Montréal. We bumped heads as we searched the aisles for books. Then two weeks later, she showed up at my door, by some strange twist of fate, when I first called the agency, and we had an intense affair. The Madame eventually put a stop to it. You know me Kate, I hold nothing back from you, love.”
Kate replied, “did you put the “zap” on her Romeo-boy? What did you do to her? Why did the Madame cut you off?” I paused for a moment and looked down; then from out of the blue, Claudia walked right up to Kate and me, and said, “I miss him, Kate, and by the way, my name is Claudia Cappella. I am glad to meet you, and Kate, you are gorgeous.” I stood calmly, knowing that this could become a hot situation. Kate is a woman of extreme passion and is also a vicious assassin with a high notch count and dozens of confirmed kills. I remained fixated on Claudia, and her eyes were shedding tears. She was visibly upset and emotional. The three of us were standing close to each other in a narrow, cozy aisle surrounded by books on a quiet Sunday morning. Then Kate lovingly put her left hand on Claudia’s right shoulder in a consoling manner, and said, “Claudia, do not be upset, love. We still have time in this city. Let us find a way to be together, the three of us, without you getting in trouble with the agency.”
Claudia gazed at Kate, and tears were rolling down her lovely cheeks. Her luminous light green eyes, which reminded me of a pair of flawless olivine peridot gemstones that were magically backlit from a light source deep within her, captured our attention and melted our hearts. Then she looked at me right in the eyes, and said, “I would like that, Kate.” I was completely amazed at Kate’s empathy towards Claudia, and knew she was capable of many things, including being compassionate. I then said, “Claudia, Kate and I are having a glorious weekend thus far, and the day is young. I am going to call Élise and tell her you met Kate and I, and we would all like to see each other again with her blessing.” Claudia said, “That would be wonderful, and I can see that you and Kate have some intense chemistry, and I would like to get to know you both as a couple. Can we perhaps go out to dinner just the three of us?” I replied, “That would be fantastic. Let’s do this later today. I will call Élise, and ask for her blessing, and supply the standard royalty to the agency, and let her know that the three of us wish to be together. We hide nothing from each other and are always on the honor system.” Claudia smiled and looked relieved, as we both know that Madame Élise is very strict as it regards protocol and procedure.
Kate was smiling and looking at Claudia with a studious glare, studying her eminent presence. She saw the very thing that I had initially noticed when we first met. Claudia is such a charming woman, with an innocence and unusual elegance that makes one stand in awe of her presence. Claudia has a definite “je ne sais quoi,” a prominent “I do not know what” meaning; you just sense there is something special about her, but you cannot fully describe it in words. Kate said, “Claudia, I am not one to say positive things that are unwarranted, and actually, I am a queen-bitch with horrific mood swings, but you are absolutely adorable, I must say.” Claudia’s lovely makeup-free cheeks bloomed to a rosy pinkish red. She then looked down for a moment, and giggled, and her laugh hit Kate and I in the heart like Cupid’s arrow. Claudia’s girly-girl ways had a magical effect on us, and were truly sexy, and arousing, and when combined with her mystical green-eyes, we melted flat. All three of us hugged, and offered the “la bise,” and we went about our day, and it was up to me to call Élise, and ask for her blessing. As Kate and I were walking down rue Sainte-Catherine, we were holding hands in comfortable silence, and enjoying the glorious morning, basking in the sunshine, as we walked among the fabulous people of Montréal in the summer of 1994.
When Kate and I got back to our apartment building, I kissed her as the elevator was stopping at the 22nd floor, and said, “I will call you soon, and do not forget there is no work on Monday, so your ass is mine girl.” I proceeded to my apartment and immediately called Madame Élise, and she answered with her usual, “Bonjour, c’est Élise.” I replied, “Bonjour Élise, c’est Marc Hanson. I wanted to thank you for sending the lovely Clarice on Friday evening. My girl Kate and I had a magnificent time together with her, and she is so talented.” Élise replied, “Tu es un vilain garçon Marc! Clarice likes you and Kate very much. We now have quite a few happy girls here at the office. So, what is on your mind today, monsieur?” I replied, “While Kate and I were walking home this morning, we bumped into Claudia at The Argo, and we were wondering if you would bless a meeting between all three of us this evening. We would like to go to dinner and then retire to my place afterwards. Madame Élise, would you grant us this privilege, please?” Élise replied, “yes Marc, you have my blessing, especially since the three of you will be together, and this will change the dynamic, and ease Claudia’s little crush on you, monsieur. I replied, “Élise, you are so gracious, and have taken care of me so well, I thank you, and will send Claudia home with the usual royalty, unless something has changed.” Élise replied, “That will be fine, Marc, but do not forget that I would like you and I to see each other before you go back to Dallas. I have some things in mind for you so that you never forget me, Monsieur.” I replied, “Élise, I will carry you with me into eternity and even beyond infinity, Madame.”
I am taking Claudia, Kate, and myself out to dinner, at a casual dining restaurant called “Mother Tuckers,” also known as, “Chez La Mère Tucker,” which in 1994, was at 6971 Chemin Côte-de-Liesse, in Saint Laurent. Known for its authentic Québécois cuisine, Kate is sure to enjoy its unique atmosphere and excellent food. Claudia also enjoys revisiting this historic restaurant and has been there a few times. I am happy to be dining with two exquisite women, with whom I have shared a close and intimate relationship. It is a fabulous feeling to know that later in the evening, the three of us may be intimate again, and I am excited to see what will unfold amongst the girls. After all that I have been through this summer, I wonder if I could experience a variation on the previous themes that is different and memorable. I also wonder how Kate will react to the preexisting chemistry between Claudia and I. The great thing about being involved in a folie à trois such as the ones I have been experiencing is that they are a temporary, once in a lifetime occurrence. Something this decadent cannot go on indefinitely, and must be done with great care, and reverence for the rarity that it truly is.
I called Claudia at home, and she was ecstatic that we would be together soon. Antonino is available and will drive us all together by 4 pm, providing door-to-door service, and he will shadow us the entire time. Tonight, I will wear a blue Brooks Brothers Regent hopsack check sport coat made with a lightweight wool-cotton-linen blend. My trousers will be a white pair of Brooks Brothers chinos, crafted with a blend of Baird McNutt Irish linen and cotton, and finished with Italian Padano corozo buttons, a blind hem, and blue oxford pocketing. The shirt I’ll wear is a pale blue Brooks Brothers Regent dress shirt. My shoes will be a smart pair of burgundy Rancourt & Co. cordovan pinch penny loafers with hand-sewn moccasin construction. My belt will match the shoes, and my watch will be my usual, standard issue Omega Speedmaster Pro. I spoke to Kate, and she will arrive here soon, and while I wait, I will get my apartment in order. There is not much to do, since I always keep things neat. A knock comes at my door, and Kate arrives. She is gorgeous. Kate is wearing a lovely gray Jean Paul Gaultier flannel cocktail dress. A beautifully fitted bodice dress with a funnel neckline and zip-open shoulders that were covered in studs and metal. Kate was wearing a unique and stunning pair of Valentino Garavani tribal design studded leather flat sandals with a fine Roberto Cavalli black and silver, suede purse.
I have great music coming from the stereo, and when Kate came inside my apartment, Lionel Richie’s song, “Penny Lover,” from the “Can’t Slow Down,” album was playing, and Kate said, “I like this song Marc,” and she hugged me from behind. Kate’s spirit was high, and she is love-radiant, and very open, and airy right now. I am setting the tone for our evening with Claudia, and thus far we are both feeling very good. Kate looked at me and asked, “So tell me about Claudia. Did you see her outside of agency appointments, on her personal time?” I replied, “yes Kate, we have bonded well, and some definite love vibrations have emanated between us, and there is a deep spiritual connection unfolding that I am understanding. We made love almost a dozen times, and a bond exists between us.” Kate said, “that is understandable, I know how you make me feel, and even though most of the time I am plotting on how to murder you in a hundred different ways, truly, I could never do it and you wind up “zapping” me with your kisses.I replied, “Kate, thank God, he created me with average looks, and not stunningly beautiful like some men in this city.” Kate replied, “Hanson, you’re handsome enough, babe, and if they cannot see you for what you really are, well, then good riddance, and that ability you have with those warm hands is amazing. Put them on me now; I need a recharge.”
Kate and I embraced and danced slowly around the room for a while, and then the phone rang, announcing our driver, Antonino, who was outside and ready to drive us to Claudia’s place. Kate and I made our way downstairs to the lobby, and out to the street, to find Antonino, who was driving us in my favorite 1993 Mercedes S600-L, a true 12-cylinder beast, that makes a good impression around town. Soon we were on our way to Claudia’s apartment at 1288 Avenue des Canadiens de Montréal, and when we arrived, she was waiting for us outside, and the sun was shining on her brightly, as if in a spotlight, and she was so lovely. Claudia was wearing the cutest Betsey Johnson, rose print, cotton chiffon, crop-top mini-dress that I have ever seen. The dress had pink roses, green floral vines, on an ivory, cotton, and Lycra bodice, with a very sheer waist. It was a dress that slips on over the head, and form-fits to the body. The lower hemline was about ten inches above the knee, and she was showing her toasted-almond-delight tanned legs.
A heart-stopping pair of Giuseppe Zanotti black studded suede ankle-wrap flat sandals adorned her feet. The alluring and perfectly matched accessory was Claudia’s Coach leather Mollie tote bag, which contained all the little things she likes to carry when we are together. When we arrived at her apartment complex, I jumped into the front seat, and waved hello to Claudia, and allowed the girls to sit next to each other in the spacious rear seats, but I did not go around the car to kiss, and hug Claudia. Instead, I let Antonino open the car door, and he assisted Claudia inside to be greeted by Kate. It is little things like this that we must do to keep our ladies happy and show respect. Once inside the lovely Mercedes, Kate and Claudia chatted away, and comment on each other’s dresses, and fashion accessories, and they took a liking to each other instantly.
I was so pleased, and I looked over at Antonino, and he smiled, and we both kind of transmitted a body language communication that said, “Hanson, you lucky bastard, how do you do it?” After a 20-minute drive, we arrived at Chez La Mère Tucker rather quickly and were seated at a splendid table. The crowd was lively, and the aroma was outstanding. I had a simple main course of poulet à la chasseur, which comprises fried chicken served hot, with chasseur sauce, based on mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, and wine. The name derives from the French “chasseur,” meaning “hunter.” Claudia was having Gibelotte de Sorel, a soup, containing monk fish seared in a pan, then deglazed in white wine, and cooked in a tomato sauce, with garlic, parsley, and vegetables, another example of a “hunters” dish from the old country. Kate had the pâté Chinois, a dish made with layered ground beef, with sautéed diced onions on the bottom, canned corn as the middle layer, and mashed potatoes on top. We each ordered a glass of house wine appropriate to our individual dishes and had a grand feast.
As we awaited our food, I lifted my wineglass to make a toast, and said, “here is to what I hope to be a long friendship among us, and one of many occasions where we spend time together,” All three glasses clicked in agreement, and we all smiled, and said, “yes,” all at once. Kate then asked Claudia, “Tell me about your life and history in this wonderful city, please.” Claudia thought for a moment, and said, “I have lived here all of my life, and my mom is a schoolteacher, and has advanced degrees in education. My father is a pediatrician with a local practice in the center of the city. I love this city and the surrounding area. I like to ski and do outdoor things in winter, and I am going to school to specialize in education. I am sure that you are wondering, so I will tell you I work at the agency because of an introduction to Madame Élise by one of my roommates. We grew up knowing that this can be a lucrative field for the right women, so I was lucky to be taken in by an elite clientèle agency.” Kate immediately replied, “As a woman, I always knew that we had the option to do escorting, especially if we are beautiful and fit. It seems to be a definite alternative to other kinds of work, and I know quite a few women who have done this as a primary career, and for supplemental income too.” Claudia smiled, and said, “Kate, you are amazing. Most Americans are quite taken aback by escorting, even though it is quite common in the world, and in most societies.”
Claudia then asked Kate a bold question, and said, “Kate, how come you are open to the fact that Marc and I have been intimate quite a few times, and that he calls the agency to have wild parties with hot girls like me?” Kate smiled, and wiped her mouth with the linen napkin, then folded it neatly, and said, “Marc loves me, and I love him more, and neither of us can marry and settle down, so we value the time we spend together, and our love is enough. We are fulfilled, and he knows I have his back, and I know he has mine. Also, he has put the zap on me, just like he did to you. So, you understand he has this ability to induce attachment, and he is kind of goofy in a sexy way, and he makes me crazy, and I love it. Do you not feel the same way?” Claudia giggled with the napkin over her mouth, and it was so erotic and charming that Kate and I giggled with her, and it was an authentic, shallow, belly laugh. Claudia is absolutely adorable, and it seems that Kate is taking a big liking to her. Claudia became composed, and said, “Kate, please do not be upset with me, please, but the first time we made love, he caused an earthquake in me, and I was loopy for hours afterward. What is that? How does he do it? Marc, what is that?” We all started laughing, because we understood it is not just about me, but about how we act and feel together. I had to speak up, so I said, “Claudia, my secret is simple. I have learned to make people feel comfortable and safe, and this unlocks the love that is inside, and as such, the best comes out in all of us.”
I knew that there was much more to the mysterious equations of love, but the restaurant was not the time and place to have a deep discussion. I wanted to say that there is no difference between an agency escort, and pay-to-play, versus meeting someone at the supermarket, with the exception that pay-to-play, removes, and circumvents, all the standard filters, checklists, and snap-judgments that occur during the random encounter of a woman in normal life. Pay-to-play allows you to touch, and be intimate without judgment and filtering, and for someone like me, once I can draw you close, and flow the love inside of me into your energy field, things change rapidly, and that is the “zap.” The zap is just a direct intention of love-radiance that works well in all women and works best in an escort relationship. In a long-term relationship in normal life, the “zap” does not circumvent a woman’s desire towards hypergamy, and monogamy is a non-existent ideal behavior that never existed. A marriage covenant does not stop a woman’s desire to seek new horizons, and although this applies to men, women have this proclivity and drive at double the rate of men.
Women trapped in marriages have my full sympathy, and condolences, and I will never hold them in contempt for wanting to seek, and get, a hot younger man, a handsome one too, who will reignite the flame of their womanhood, and uplift their spirits. I know everything about women that could be understood, and I keep adding to my knowledge daily. The most important pearl of wisdom that I have learned is this: love all women authentically, and with your whole heart and soul, and from the moment a woman captivates you, start to grieve their loss, and absence from your life, before you say your first hello. This is the key to protecting yourself from the sting of love lost. You start to grieve and suffer the pain of detachment long before the first kiss, and then you will be free to love them for the time that they give to you, with a passion that is indescribable. Beauty is fleeting, and the love and attention given to you by a woman is also limited. So, make that precious time allotment an opportunity to form a lasting memory in their hearts, so when they think of you occasionally, they will remember the tenderness and passion that became a part of them forever.
Kate, Claudia, and I had a good time at dinner, and were seated for over an hour, then we went for a ride, and I had Antonino take us to the quays of the old port of Montréal, where we could stroll along together, and continue to bond. It is important for Claudia and Kate to feel comfortable with each other, and we are certainly off to a fine start. The beauty of two women joined in a new friendship is something special, and like a maestro in an orchestra, I am doing my best to conduct the introduction that will lead to unbridled passion, and something wonderful. We arrived at the river-walk, and have stunning views of the city skyline, and the St. Lawrence River, and Kate and Claudia are chatting, and bumping shoulders as we walk, and I am smiling ear to ear, because the mood is high, and the feelings are good. We walked and talked for 45 minutes, then we huddled together, and I said, “What a lovely evening this is turning out to be. Kate, Claudia, tell me, what shall we do with the rest of our time together?” The girls looked at each other, and moved closer, arm to arm, and they gazed in each other’s eyes, and a silent, secret dialog was occurring, and I suddenly had this idea of Morse code being keyed over copper wires to some remote receiver. They held this stare for three seconds, and Claudia said, “Kate, can I go home with you guys, please?”
Claudia asked Kate this question in such a cute, sultry voice, almost at a whisper, like a little girl asking for a new balloon after her old balloon had just floated away and was ascending to heaven. Kate said nothing, but only smiled, and put her arm around Claudia, and I put my arm around Kate, and said, “Let’s go home,” and we found Antonino, and departed the lovely quays of the old port. The chemistry of this moment was a once in a lifetime event, as the city prepared for the August Moon festival in the “place des Chinois,” Chinatown section. We found Antonino, and he swiftly brought us back to my place. Kate stopped at her apartment on the 22nd floor first, then she would come and meet Claudia and I at my place on the 23rd floor. I was excited about that and would take advantage of those few minutes alone with Claudia.
Once inside my place, I left the door ajar so Kate could enter at will. Claudia and I hugged, and kissed, and I whispered to her, “let us stay cool so Kate will not feel the heat between us.” Claudia replied, “do not worry, I have a plan for Kate, but as long as we are together, that is all I care about.” I said, “Claudia, Kate is a wild woman, and passionate beyond belief. Be careful with her; she is a beast.” Claudia smiled, and light came out of her mysterious green eyes as she said, “What you and I went through with Geneviève is nothing compared to what Kate and I will be like together. Kate is hot; she exudes power and sexuality, and with you here, it is going to be very fascinating.” I said, “I agree, and I am glad that you are aware of the chemistry between us. Oh, did you bring sexy lingerie in that cute Mollie tote bag of yours?” Claudia replied, “Yes, I did, and it’s sweet.” I then said, “I would change into that soon. I have a feeling Kate will wear something sexy too. I will queue up the music, and it is going to be love songs all the way.” Claudia giggled again, sending electric shocks to my toes, and she departed for the bathroom, while I loaded the CD changer, and got a new pair of wide waistband Tommy Hilfiger tight boxer briefs.
Kate arrived wearing a Roberto Cavalli black and gray bustier, with boning placed throughout the garment, and it is beautiful, and form fitting on Kate’s perfect body. A nice pair of black, Christian Dior lace-trimmed, satin panties was adorning her sacred paradise garden, and she was wearing her brand new, black, Nike running shoes we bought together recently, and this is how she entered the elevator, and came to us. A wonderful song played, titled “Love Tried to Welcome Me,” from Madonna’s “Bedtime Stories” album, and was perfect for the moment. Claudia emerged from the bathroom with her perfectly pert, 34B breasts bared, wearing a stunning Loris Azzaro of France, crocheted lurex, chain mail thong, that was metallic red and gold. Kate was sitting at the edge of the bed, watching Claudia as she walked towards her slowly, like a runway model. Claudia approached Kate and brought her left breast right up to Kate’s smiling lips, and used her erect, pale-pink nipple to caress her closed lips once, then twice, then pulled away and said, “Kate, you look fabulous. I love your bustier.” Kate smiled, but stood silent, as those feather-light swipes of Claudia’s left nipple sent a tickle to her deepest, most sensual hot-button area. As Claudia pulled away, Kate grabbed her and pulled her in and kissed her perfectly flat abdomen, then applied her right cheek to where she kissed and held her closely, as Claudia wrapped her arms around Kate.
This loving gesture from Claudia gave me the idea to sit down on my loveseat by the bed and become an observer of the living art forms that are in my view. Kate and Claudia took notice and looked at each other, and Kate rose to her feet and started to slowly dance with Claudia. The song changed, and now Madonna’s “Deeper and Deeper” from the “Erotica” album plays, and the girls are now moving, and grinding, as if on the dance floor at Le Dôme discotheque. Claudia made a motion to remove Kate’s bustier, and Kate obliged, and now both girls are topless, and carefree, and danced wildly for a few minutes. A new song plays, and it is Claudia’s favorite, which is “Secret,” by Madonna, and my CD changer is in magic mode. The seductive beats of this song slowed them down to a sultry grind as they danced, and kissed deeply, while their hands roamed, and I am getting humid watching this. Minutes go by, and the song changes again to Bryan Ferry’s, “Kiss and Tell,” from his “Bête noire” album, and now Kate and Claudia are on the bed, and Claudia is on top of her, and their tongues are like dueling swords in slow motion, and my tree of life is now at attention, and I ache. The scene is hot, and I can see the auras of both lovely girls forming one enormous mass of plasma, and it is dazzling, like a giant egg of translucent golden light.
Claudia came up for air, and looked over at me, and saw that my tree of life had puckered my new cotton boxers. She jumped off the bed, and landed on me, and kissed me furiously, making my “problem” much worse. Claudia called Kate over, and said, “Kate, relieve him, and stroke him like a madwoman, and hold his silk on your tongue, so I can have some. You and I must get back to business.” I lost my mind after I heard those words, and Kate complied, and came to me. Claudia kissed me with passion and fury, and we were lip-locked. Kate removed my briefs and went to work with a deep, long, smooth stroke at a good pace, wasting no time. In what seemed like three minutes, I climaxed intensely, and was moaning as Claudia had me in a lip lock. Suddenly, Claudia dismounted and went to bed, and laid down flat, awaiting Kate’s confection-filled mouth and tongue. Kate released my delighted tree, and approached Claudia, and hovered over Claudia’s open mouth, whose tongue was fully extended. Kate lowered her closed lips, and Claudia’s tongue pierced its seal, and once their lips touched, Kate opened, and the silky life-giving essence flowed downstream on Claudia’s velvet tongue, and their kiss was sealed and deep, and both girls were purring like female lions. Claudia paused to swallow and clear her throat, then they resumed, and Claudia rolled over on Kate, and was now on top as they continued in the lip-lock. It seems that Claudia has taken over and dominates Kate!
Kate unlocked Claudia’s lips, and said, “Marc, I need some Pantera, babe. Queue up their “Vulgar Display of Power” CD and start with “Mouth for War” so I can flip this bitch on her back and do Claudia’s “box” with gusto. It is time to release the beast on this delicious dish.” I am not kidding when I tell you that Claudia looked like she was going to cry, but then she suddenly became heroic, and bit Kate on the shoulder, then resumed kissing her, and they went to war. I immediately jumped off the loveseat and loaded the CD but left two nonmetal CDs queued. I played Kate’s requested song, then poured a drink, and watched the show. Kate whispered something in Claudia’s ear, and I heard Claudia say, “I have seen that done, and yes, I can do that.” I just pulled my security blanket over me as I sat on the loveseat with my tumbler of Frangelico and watched in awe. My girls engaged in the sexiest display of girl power that I have ever seen, as they began tribbing, also known as tribadism, and scissoring. Kate and Claudia were lying on their sides, with their legs intertwined in such a way, as to allow their vulvas to grind to the tune of Pantera’s, “Mouth for War.” I was losing my mind as I watched these two beautiful women that I love form a dynamic, and erotic human sculpture.
The “scissor” went on for two additional Pantera grind core songs, then Kate got to work on Claudia’s paradise garden, and Claudia nestled into my pillow farm, and she was getting verbal, and jamming to the beats, and letting herself go. The music suddenly shifted from Pantera to Lionel Richie’s “All Night Long” from the “Can’t Slow Down” album, and I was happy the atmosphere changed to a seductive ambiance. Claudia said, “Oh hello there lover, come and get some,” and we kissed deeply, as I rubbed her belly. Kate did not send me a roundhouse kick to the ribs, so I imagined she was fine with this as she was quite busy now, dining in Claudia’s golden-wheat-field paradise garden. As I was kissing Claudia, Kate moved to the other side of Claudia, and whispered in my ear, “Marc, you take her. Work your magic; I do not think I will get her there.” I broke off my kiss from Claudia, and Kate took my place, as I moved into position, the one I always use with Claudia, where I get my hands behind her back, and generate loving energy through my open palms. With perfect timing, a song change occurs, and Madonna’s “Bad Girl,” from the “Erotica” album, plays.
I recreate the positioning that I describe well in Chapter 1, and I am deeply intimate with Claudia’s paradise garden, and whirl-winding my Chi, and élan-vital energy into Claudia, and her climax is imminent. Kate has changed her kiss to a straddling of Claudia’s delightful mouth and lips with her paradise garden, and Claudia is kissing, and lapping away, as I work my magic. Time is passing, and all three of us are engaged, and Madonna’s song, “Fever,” plays, and is so “appropriée” for the moment. Claudia is very close to orgasm, and I call out for Kate; “Kate, come to where I am,” and Kate moves quickly, and I say, “She likes a delicate east-west stroke, take her.” I then move to my right side, which is Claudia’s left, and move up towards Claudia, and whisper in her ear, “I am here; let it go when I kiss you.” I kissed Claudia deeply, tasting her and Kate’s delightful fruit bouquet she left behind. I placed my warm left hand over Claudia’s heart, and I visualized a blue flame in my palm, and as I touched her, the flame poured out like plasma, entering her energy field, and blending. My right hand was caressing the top of her head, flowing over her soft blond hair, and the energy from my left hand was flowing back into my right hand. A few moments passed, and Claudia quaked as Kate brought her home, and we kissed, and she moaned, breaking the kiss, saying, “Kate, continue, ne t’arrête pas. Marc, Marc, oh mon chéri, oh. You must enter me, you must. Kate, come and kiss me, Kate.”
Kate immediately went to Claudia, and they kissed deeply, and we are making love sounds, and moans. I mounted Claudia and slowly plunged my tree of life deeply into her and could feel her clenching me from within. Claudia broke the kiss with Kate, and said, “Grab the headboard, and thrust deeply, but slowly, I think I may have a second wave.” I thrust slowly, but pressed deeply as I could, bottoming out at the pelvic bone bottom, at a rate of one thrust per second. A great song by Billy Ocean, titled “Lover Boy,” from the “Suddenly” album played, and I drifted off into another universe so I could avoid climax and be a stud for Claudia. While maintaining my deep-rhythmic thrusting, I recalled a time when I was 4 years old, and playing in the backyard of 2375 E. 3rd Street, in Brooklyn. Nobody was around, not a soul, and I climbed up on a large stack of refrigerators, maybe 30 of them, that were packed into a cul-de-sac in the building exterior, all side by side with no doors, creating an elevated platform to hop around on. I bounced around on top of those old units, and lay flat on my back, and looked at the clear blue sky, and the puffy-fluffy clouds above me. I dozed off for a second, losing consciousness. I awoke in the air, slowly ascending above the 6-story building, lying flat in a warm cocoon of air with no wind or turbulence.
I could see the Our Lady of Grace church, on Avenue W, and its schoolyard to my right, and as I got higher in the air, I could see my school, PS 216, on Avenue X, to my left, and higher still, I could see McDonald Avenue, and the elevated train, all the way to Avenue Z, and the Gil Hodges baseball fields. I kept moving higher and higher and could see the Coney Island Wonder Wheel, and the Steeplechase too. In a few seconds, I entered one of the fluffy white clouds and came to a luminous horizontal deck made of quartz crystal, and was placed in a standing position with the sun shining brightly upon me. I looked down at my white Pro-Keds sneakers and could see the city below me. Then I saw Ella and the kids coming toward me, and I said, “Ella, Ella, I missed you so much,” and we hugged, and she was so warm and radiant. The other kids came around and welcomed me, and it was good to be back home with the other Indigo kids from all over the world. In this place, time did not flow, and we could be together for a long time here, with only minutes passing down below. One lovely young girl with golden-blond hair and radiant green-eyes named Samma-el came to me and said, “Bidziil, Bidziil, I missed you so, and I love you.” I replied, “Samma-el, I love you too, and missed you too,” and we hugged, and hugged, and were bouncing all around. All of us kids are love-radiant, and our auras are a lovely purple with 24K gold hues, and a blending of pure gold, as if it came from the sun. I love being in the hidden dimension of the invisible college, whence I came a long time ago.
As I was basking in the memory of the quartz-crystal plateau in the mansions of the sky, and the lovely Samma-el, I heard a voice calling me back, “Marc I am close love, come and kiss me, Marc, Marc, kiss me.” I opened my eyes, and below me was Claudia, with Kate lying on her left side in a reclining position. I maintained my thrust, but slowed down, so I could descend to Claudia’s lips as she approached her second-wave orgasm. Prior to kissing her, I whispered in her right ear so Kate could not hear, and said, “I love you Samma-el, I love you forever,” then kissed Claudia, who embraced me, and climaxed with a total body experience. We broke the kiss, and as she was quaking, she whispered, “I love you to Bidziil, always, always mine.” Kate, sensing something, moved to the loveseat to observe Claudia and I, who literally became as one flesh, as we danced in a divine union. Claudia rolled me over with such strength, and was on top of me now, and rose above me, her eyes radiating a bright green light. She kept riding the wave, and my tree of life was rigid, and unceasing, and I could not even think of climaxing until Claudia flipped us while remaining connected. Claudia then moved her hips from side to side, and up, and down, and her speed was remarkable. I am inside her with no cover, and my loins are welling now.
Claudia shouts out in a loud voice, “Bidziil, Bidziil,” and suddenly, without warning, Claudia’s paradise garden could put a vacuum, and a tight seal upon my tree of life, and she bottomed out upon a single thrust, and shook her hips side-to-side, and I exploded inside of her, and my essence was pulled into her deeply, and I felt pleasure and pain, as my life-giving vital essence was power siphoned into her paradise garden. I have experienced nothing like this, and the sensation was beyond any worded description that I could construct. Claudia dismounted me, and the tree of life was still rigid, and she took me into her silky-smooth mouth, and administered a few dozen deep strokes, then fell to the bed in exhaustion. Kate got up from the loveseat and went to Claudia’s side, and as she passed me, Kate said, “That was amazing. You and Claudia were surrounded by a velvet-lavender, and golden light, what just happened?” I remained silent as Kate hugged Claudia, who was panting with her eyes closed and pulled the sheet over her. I am not sure why, but I went to the CD player and removed the two heavy metal CDs, ensuring that they would not play, and inserted two other, more mellow mixes. I did not want any doom-beats for the rest of the evening.
I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and I cried like a grandmother who was in mourning of some lost love, with a deep, deep, sobbing, and I grabbed a bath towel, and screamed into it, releasing a primal scream. I then ran the shower with warm water, and stood under its velvet stream, and rejuvenated my soul. I knew in my heart that Claudia would conceive a child, and that child would be born within the mansions of the sky, upon the crystal plateau, and given to Ella to be cared for. I then quickly composed myself and was reminded that I have dozens of children running free on the quartz crystal plateau, and that made me feel whole and complete. When I arrived back in the bedroom, Claudia and Kate were in a spoon hug, and looked so cozy and warm. I snuggled up to Kate, and kissed her neck, and my hands were roaming everywhere. Claudia, sensing my presence, turned around and kissed Kate, and I caressed Claudia’s back with sensual touches. A few minutes passed, and Claudia got into a position to pleasure Kate, while I embraced Kate and kissed her with nothing but love in my heart, and she felt something from me. We broke off the kiss, while Claudia was also lovingly pleasuring her below, and Kate whispered, “I love you, Marc, and so does Claudia.” She continued to kiss me passionately, also radiating love, and it was comforting. I looked at Claudia and said, “Switch with me honey. Let me bring Kate home,” and Claudia smiled, and gave up her paradise garden.
In a few minutes, I brought Kate to a wonderful fluffy climax, as Claudia embraced her in a kiss, and the two lovely girls rolled around in the bed for a time, then we all came to a rest in the center of the bed. Dainty love songs were playing, and the mood, along with the candles, was heavenly. Kate and Claudia had a warm shower together, and they both informed me to get ready for an action-packed round two. While the girls were in the shower, I poured a drink of cold Yerba Matte, and Yohimbe tea over ice, with two sugar cubes, and three drops of Ephedra for a boost. I reloaded the CD changer with different mega-mixes from the local music store to keep things fresh. I straightened up the bed, pulled the fitted sheets tight, fluffed the pillows, and refreshed certain candles that were low. My plan was to raise the temperature in the room a bit, and have the AC cycle slower, then I am going to massage each of my girls, side by side, with my fine collection of massage oils. I will oil them up, relieve all the tension from their bodies, and set the stage for the enduro rounds to come.
I heard the hair dryer going, and the girls were wrapping up quickly, in under 30 minutes. Kate emerges first, and jumps into bed all fresh and lovely, and says, “The bed looks awesome, you put it back together!” I replied, “Yes, I want everything to be perfect for us. I am going to massage both of you and have the oils ready.” Kate said, “oh that sounds good, and you love to do it, let me help you rub down Claudia, she is so lovely, I actually love her, I swear.” Claudia emerges from the bathroom, refreshed and hopping along like a little bunny rabbit, and plopped into the bed and said, “hey you guys, watcha doing?” I said, “I will be right back, and we have a massage planned, and Kate and I are going to work on you first.” Claudia was happy, and she immediately got on her belly close to the pillows, and Kate made way to get the oil, and soon would rub her down. I headed to the bathroom to wash up quickly, brush my teeth, and refresh for my girls. When I returned, a lovely song was playing by Lionel Richie, titled, “You Are,” from the 1982 album, Lionel Richie.” Kate was working on Claudia’s upper body, and Claudia’s eyes were closed, and she was drifting away in peace. I worked her lovely feet and legs, and when I placed my hands on her, she said, “Marc, you are back. Kate has been so loving.” Kate was working her way up to Claudia’s arms, so I pulled Claudia away from the pillow stack, and she said, “weeeeee!” and Kate and I laughed at her child-like giddiness.
I love both girls so much, and they love me, and this has been such a good time in my life, never to be repeated, and I savored every moment. Every moment is ingrained in my soul, and I can recall them in an instant. As I listened to Lionel Richie, I couldn’t help but think about a long-lost love back in Staten Island, NY. Her name is Selma Novins, my sweet Selma. I always think about her, especially when Lionel is singing. Love never leaves you when your lover is gone. The love just keeps building, and building, and it stays in little compartments in your mind, and I visit those little slices of heaven often. It was now time to flip Claudia over and have her lie on her back. Kate would not give up on Claudia’s buttocks, and so I had to miss deeply touching and squeezing them but would now get some other beautiful areas to touch. I started massaging Claudia’s delightful muscular thighs for a time, then forwent the massage, and kissed her paradise garden all over. If you could see Claudia’s Garden, you would dive right in, and it is just so delicious. Kate lovingly massaged her breasts, shoulders, and abdomen, while I worked, and I could taste my life-giving essence amongst her natural juiciness.
Lionel Richie’s song “Love Will Find a Way” from the album “Can’t Slow Down” plays, and I resume my massage of Claudia, now focusing on her hands and arms. Kate kissed Claudia’s paradise garden delicately, and I planted a kiss on her luscious pinkish lips, and our tongues met. My Claudia is so delicious, and I love her so much. Claudia broke the kiss, and said, “Tell Kate to look in my tote-bag for some girl-toys. See if she wants to use them.” I moved towards Kate and asked for a kiss, and we kissed deeply; then I said to her, “Claudia has some girl toys in her tote. She wants you to look.” Kate kissed me again, then with a smile, she moved towards Claudia’s goody bag and searched. Kate came back with a pinky-finger thin vibrator, and one double the thickness. She turned them on, and they worked fine. She then went to the kitchen and cleaned them well, then came back to the bed. Kate took the thinnest vibrator-toy and placed it slowly and carefully in Claudia’s “southern zone,” 2 inches south of the garden, and turned it on. Then she turned on the larger one and probed the opening of Claudia’s paradise garden, while her tongue swirled her hot button. I then resumed kissing Claudia, and touching her pert breasts, and we settled in and waited for her climax.
As Claudia and I increased our make-out tempo, Madonna’s song, “Angel,” played on the stereo from the “Like a Virgin” album. I pulled away from the kiss and looked into Claudia’s eyes, and her magnificent green irises sparkled, and radiated pure love. My left hand was on her right cheek, and my right hand was combing through the hair above her forehead, and we held our loving gaze. A sparkle of cerulean blue appeared in her pupils, then she closed her eyes, and her mouth opened in bliss, and she said, “It is happening, oh mon chéri, oh, Marc, kiss me.” Claudia reached a soothing, subtle, yet powerful body-wide orgasm that produced an electric-blue hue in her aura field, and what seemed like small golden-sparks were emanating from her abdomen, then disappearing mysteriously. Her electrical pattern overwhelmed me as I kissed her deeply, pulling me into her orgasmic delight.
I felt joy, love, peace, euphoria, and light. Together, Claudia and I were transported to the quartz-crystal palace in the sky, and we flew above the crystal city to our home there. We were suddenly in our luminous canopy bed, surrounded by a light source from which the location can never be derived. We stood embraced in our special place, and I said, “Samma-el, I love you,” and she said, “Bidziil, I love you more,” then we quickly departed through a light tunnel, and we’re back in bed with Kate. We opened our eyes, and broke the kiss, and Kate came up to Claudia’s delightful face. Kate and I both embraced Claudia, kissed her on the cheeks, and I reached across Claudia, and Kate and I met above her, and we kissed deeply. We broke the kiss, then both of us kissed Claudia’s radiant cheeks, and neck, and she moaned in delight in the afterglow of her peaceful release.
Kate pulled the sheets over us, and we spooned tightly as we positioned our arms for maximum compression of our bodies in a cozy, warm embrace. After we became interlocked in an epic three-way spoon hug, another song by Madonna plays called, “Like a Prayer,” from her hit album, “The Immaculate Collection,” and we are surrounded by peace in each other, and now in the music. I said out loud, “Kate, Claudia, I love you both so much.” Then I heard two voices saying, “I love you too, Marc,” and upon hearing these words, I had reached the zenith of human love acquisition in my life on that special day, never to be eclipsed by this moment again. A few minutes later, as we hugged closely, my magic CD system played Patrice Rushen’s, “Forget Me Not’s,” from her 1982 album, “Straight from the Heart,” and the girls feet moved, and we were kind of jamming in the spoon. I said, “Kate, let us make love to this tune. Ride me to the moon, and back. Claudia, orchestrate our lovemaking, and stay close to us.” Claudia giggled again, sending me into ecstasy, and we all moved. Kate flipped around and kissed me furiously, and she bit my lower lip, then my neck, then went back to a deep kiss. Claudia was quick to move, and she stimulated my tree of life wickedly to get me ready for Kate’s mount. Within five minutes, Kate was warmed up from our kissing, and Claudia had me at the peak of readiness, and my “boy, my tree of life,” was a Sequoia among giants.
Claudia held my tree of life steady, and expertly guided Kate onto the landing zone, and we began our gallop through the endless meadow of our love festival. Claudia threw her left leg over my abdomen, and is now face-to-face with Kate, and she is locked into Kate’s pelvic rhythm, and the two most gorgeous girls in the world, moved together in synchrony, while they tightly embraced each other in an epic romantic kiss. The song changed to Jon Secada’s, “Just Another Day Without You,” from his 1992 album, “Jon Secada,” and the scene was something out of a dream that had come true, and the song was hitting me in the heart. Two women riding face-to-face, one mounted upon my tree of life, and the other riding “side-saddle,” is something I never would have thought of, and it was so satisfying and erotic. I had to use all my strength not to climax, and I looked at the clock beside my bed, and knew I had to hold out for greater than 14 minutes. I have two brutal fight scenes that will never leave my memory from high school, and for me not to climax in the usual 4 minutes, I must mentally place myself in a past traumatic situation, recall pain, and the brutal memory of war. There is no other way to defer orgasm without a subcutaneous, local injection of anesthetic, and that is out of the question. So, I enter the world of recall with my eyes closed for the sake of my lovely girls. Then I wondered if I could hold out long enough for Kate to climax, and for Claudia to mount, and bring me home. I also breathed shallowly, and held my breath, as mild hypoxia influenced the autonomic nervous system.
I look over at the clock, and 9 minutes have passed, and I am gripped, and avoiding the climax well. I hold my breath for 20 seconds, then breathe slowly, then I hold my breath again, while recalling my unkind memories. I can feel Kate pounding my pelvic bones harder now, so I buck upward like a Mustang to help mash Kate’s kitty, as I know this is what she enjoys. I am now digging my fingernails into my thumbs as hard as I can to generate pain, and it is working. Kate breaks the kiss with Claudia, and shouts out loud, “I am going to snap it right off of you Romeo-boy, don’t you quit on me, don’t…qu—” And Kate went silent, as she brought it home, and climaxed in Claudia’s arms, both women clinging to each other, and moaning, and riding in synchrony. The clock says 13 minutes have elapsed, and I am breathless, and swollen, and I have purple spots, and luminous floaters in my eyes, but have not climaxed by some miracle. Kate is now in a cool-down gallop, and is catching her breath, and I said aloud, “Switch, Claudia, bring me home, I am ready.” Kate slowly dismounted, and Claudia lowered her to the bed on my right side, and Kate is spent, and sweating. Claudia mounts me, and she is glistening in sweat, humid, and hammers me, thrashing side-to-side like a wild animal. I feel Kate’s left hand, embrace my right hand, and we hold hands together, all three of us connected.
Claudia brings me home to an abdominal-convulsing orgasm at the 16-minute mark, and I have hit a record, using my system of deferment. Kate jumps up and places her body across my chest to weigh me down, and flatten out my abdomen which is rigid, as I pant, and rave loudly, as Claudia continues to hammer me with half stroke, pelvic mashing slams, to ensure that my tree stays put in her garden. Eventually, what became a brilliant performance by all three of us comes to a slow ending, and Kate resumes her supine position to my right, and Claudia falls to my left, and all three of us are lying on our backs, in a hot sweaty mess, and I love it. We didn’t move for twenty minutes, and I had a lovely idea, and said, “my diva’s, I am going to the shower, and I will await each one of you with a puff-pad and a bottle of honey-oatmeal-almond scrub and will provide a girl-wash service like you have never had before. Who is going first?” Kate replied, “I am not moving, Claudia you go, babe.” And Claudia jumped up and was giggling again, and as usual, it hit me in the loins. I said to Claudia, “Meet me in the shower in three minutes. I want to get it set up first,” and she said, “OK, see you there.”
I got to the bathroom and turned on the shower to a warm setting, then brushed my teeth, and Claudia walked in. I rinsed well, and she knew where I kept my toothbrush assortment pack, and grabbed a new green-handled brush, and freshened up too. I got in the shower first, lathered quickly, and then rinsed. I grabbed one of my many fine buff-puffs and loaded it with an oatmeal-honey-almond scrub, and Claudia entered, rinsed, and I got to work like a car wash attendant with the best kind of “vehicle” in full view. I glided that buff-puff all over her, and washed, and scrubbed Claudia’s delightful toasted-almond-delight tanned body, then I washed her hair, and massaged her scalp. She then rinsed well and exited the shower saying, “Thank you; that was wonderful. I will go get Kate after I wrap myself in towels.” A minute later, Kate enters and is happy to have the water running over her delicate body, which gives her a second wind. I then repeated the same thing I did to Claudia and tended to Kate lovingly, and about ten minutes later, we exited the shower together, and finished our bathroom routines, and went to go find Claudia.
Claudia fixed up the bed nicely, and all the pillows and sheets were perfectly placed, and everything was neat. Claudia was wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the loveseat, and said, “Kate, I want to watch you and Marc make love, and do take your time, please.” I looked at Kate, and she looked at me, and said, “Bring it, Romeo-boy. You still got juice, bitch?” I said, “Kate, I always have juice for you, and I could never stop making love to you.” With those words, we went to bed, and kissed, and began the evening anew, as if nothing had happened prior to this. Our bodies were shower fresh, and smelled delicious, and felt even better to the touch. The music was fantastic, and we began our third or fourth enduro round of marathon lovemaking without hesitation. I applied a small amount of Astro glide to the bare tree of life, and to Kate’s many delicate areas, because the paradise gardens of my girls need protection at this point from any irritation, because we have been very busy for almost four hours. I thought it best to have Kate top-mount, and be in control of her stride, angles, and pleasure. At this point in the evening, I do not have to do anything special to forgo climax, because my nervous system had been previously taxed, and the firing thresholds have been slightly increased. I know this from experience, plus my tree is irritated in one area, and that annoyance will give me extended endurance.
As Kate and I made love slowly, the pressure to perform like an endurance athlete was lessened, and now we find ourselves looking deeply into each other, and our souls touched, as the mode of our love making enters my favorite “largo é pianissimo sempre,” slow and very quiet throughout tempo. A great song by El DeBarge titled “A Dream” from the 1983 album “In a Special Way” was perfect for the largo tempo now in effect. Such a lovely song really gripped Kate, and her movements became like precision ballet choreography, and I relaxed even more, and slipped away in the tender moments at hand. This was lovemaking, and our other love play was just foreplay in reality. Now, the loving can come through in tender touches, and soothing tones. Minutes passed, and the song changed to “Love Me in a Special Way,” from the same album and artist, and was delightful. I looked over at Claudia, and her magnificent green eyes were fully lit, emanating maximum luminosity upon Kate and me. She blew me a kiss, and I smiled back, as Kate moved like a ballerina, and became lost in her own world of delight with her eyes closed now. I looked back at Claudia and motioned for her to come aboard this ship of love, and used my index finger of my left hand to motion towards my stomach.
Claudia slid onto the bed softly, and approached Kate and I, and swung her leg over me, and resumed that same face-to-face position we were in just an hour ago. Kate smiled widely, and the two girls embraced and kissed with a delicacy reserved for a diamond setter, so tender and sweet. In just minutes, Kate climaxed, embraced by Claudia in a very calm and graceful way, no violence, no thrashing, just a calm storm. Kate and Claudia carefully dismounted, and my tree of life was ready for whatever may come next. Kate went to the loveseat and wrapped herself in a blanket, and the music tempo changed. An up-tempo beat is now playing by Shalamar, titled “Dancing in the Sheets,” from their 1984 album, “Heartbreak,” and Claudia wastes no time and mounts me. Claudia said, “Bring it home, Marc; do not hold back. Empty yourself inside of me.” Claudia rides with gusto, and she is grooving to the beat, and it is a great song to make love to, as it puts you in a jovial mood. Claudia calls out to Kate, “Come and kiss me, like I kissed you,” and Kate obliges, and quickly straddles my midsection, and embraces Claudia. I love this position, which is fantastic for a Folie à trois, especially with very fit, and slender women, who can mold into almost any position, plus it helps if they enjoy loving each other too, and not all women will do this.
Once Claudia kissed Kate, they both went into a full stride that no man could endure, and within minutes, I climaxed, and was surprised at my rapid-firing, gut busting, explosion. I felt electrical impulses in my feet, and that was new, and the pleasure wave lasted over a minute. I was fully drained, as Claudia’s paradise garden could siphon me like no other, and she is someone very special. Claudia, sensing the oscillations of my tree of life, and the new lubricity which had entered her, carefully dismounted, along with Kate. Claudia then asked Kate to pleasure her to climax, and Kate smiled, and went right down on Claudia, who was lying next to me, and so close. Kate furiously lapped her warm, moist kitty with a fury, wasting no precious nectar that was present in abundance, tasting me, and Claudia mixed at the same time. All my girls love my life-giving vital essence, which is perfectly cultivated like a fine wine, containing various notes of a bouquet of distinct flavors. I kissed Claudia deeply and caressed her with my hands, wandering everywhere to offer sensual assistance to Kate. I broke off the kiss and whispered in Claudia’s ear, “I love you so much, Claudia,” then resumed the deep sensual kissing. Shortly after my whispers, Claudia climaxed hard because of Kate’s excellent techniques and fierce attack of her paradise garden. Kate cleaned Claudia’s kitty perfectly, and left no precious nectar behind, as I planted kisses, and multiple tongue swipes on Claudia’s Garden, before we brought this love festival to a close.
The three of us each took turns freshening up, one after the other, and we gathered shortly afterward for a nightcap. I had four beautiful Waterford Lismore crystal tumblers, and each of us clicked our glasses, and had wonderful sips of our bedtime liquors, as we listened to music and talked about how delightful our lovemaking was. As the girls were chatting, I made the bed tidy, and ready to turn down, and soon to be slumber. I lit a fresh candle in the bathroom for a night-light, and that would be the only twinkling light left on. I gave each girl a soft t-shirt to wear and set the climate control for a cool temperature. As the music ended, and the last song played, all three of us got into bed, with Kate on the left, Claudia in the middle, and me on the right side. With all candles but one extinguished, we got cozy and warm under the sheet and summer-weight blankets, and we all kissed goodnight, and found comfortable positions, and relaxed. I am a side sleeper, so I reclined on my side facing the window, and Claudia was behind me. Kate is also a side sleeper, and reclined facing the wall, and had Claudia at her back. As I was nearing sleep, I felt Claudia snuggle up to me, and we entered a spoon, and soon after we were asleep.
In my dreams, Claudia and I rode the astral plane to our home upon the crystal plateau in the sky, and high upon the mountain of pure carbon-diamond, far above the crystal city below us, is our abode. Claudia and I, whose names in this special place are Samma-el, and Bidziil, reside in a mansion with many rooms, and one room has a screen that projects future events, and we saw our daughter, who was conceived on this very night with the three of us making love, and creating a portal for a new indigo soul to arrive on the earth plane long into the future. Her name will be Indra-el, and she will be raised by Ella of Norte on the crystal plateau, who is the queen mum of all of us indigo children. Claudia and I were born from love, and our earth parents are merely ambassadors of our souls, as we existed long before the great worlds were ever created. Now we dream as we rest in the magical dimensions of existence in this mysterious human and divine life.