Madame Élise Marie Delvaux and I made plans to take a trip to her remote hideaway in North Hatley, which is a charming village in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada. The Manoir Hovey luxury hotel was our destination, and it is a special place that Élise reserved for herself, and a much-needed respite from her hectic business schedule. Luckily for me, Kate, and two others from our local team, flew back to Dallas on a lunchtime non-stop flight out of Dorval, and I was free, and clear to disappear without question. I arranged for Antonino and his armored Mercedes S600-L to drive us, and he will stay close by for the weekend and provide personal protection. This will relieve Élise of driving her magnificent Jaguar XJS Vanden Plas such a long distance. Élise told me that she keeps a 1971 Mercedes-Benz 280SE 3.5 Coupe in a private garage in the town, and I am excited to see this classic beauty over the weekend. Madame Élise is a wonderful person, and not only elegant, but elite, and posh, with a panache that is truly unique. It is now 1 pm, and I am packed and ready to meet Antonino outside, and we will swiftly make our way to Élise, who is at her agency office a half a block away.
I have a lovely and expensive gift for Élise that I purchased at Bijouterie Italienne, which is a fine jewelry store in Little Italy, in Montréal. I gave up my Rolex Sea-Dweller 4000 (16660), produced in 1975, which left me with a pocket-full of cash, and a delicate Messika Lucky Eye Diamond necklace in 18K pink gold, with a 0.76 karat total diamond weight, at a cost of $5500.00 in 1994 United States dollars. Élise deserves a $40,000 Harry Winston diamond tennis bracelet, with offset rubies, and yellow sapphires, but I have not attained the millionaires club at this point in my young life. Élise is taking care of all the expenses of the Manoir Hovey, and its restaurants, and amenities, so I find it highly appropriate to give her such a gift, and to provide our livery. Antonino is in front of Élise’s building, and I must go inside to use the courtesy phone to ring up her suite, so I can announce my arrival. I would never ask Élise to wait at the curbside for me, so I opted to have her be comfortable inside, and wait for her magnificent presence. I await Élise in the lobby of her building, and the doorman is primed to assist us.
Élise makes her grand exit from the penthouse executive elevator wearing a gorgeous 1993 Gianni Versace sheer stretch silk black-and-white striped wiggle dress as seen in Vogue’s debuting collections of that year. A delightful pair of Gucci black leather faux pearl embellished, Willow-T strap, flat sandals adorned her lovely feet, and her toe, and fingernails are polished in a glossy ivory color. A Gucci Monogram Supreme navy bucket bag hung from her left shoulder, and a Gucci monogram, web handle, overnight Duffel travel bag was held by her right side. One of Élise’s lovely girls, whom I have not met previously, is carrying her Gucci monogram valise. I greeted her with the usual “la bise,” and I took her travel bag, and we walked outside together, where Antonino was awaiting us at curbside. I am decked out in a bespoke Maurice Sedwell summer-weight sport jacket, trousers, and open-collar shirt, with a sweet pair of 1989 John Lobb Mayfair loafers. The rest of my wardrobe comprises two bespoke suits, slacks, shorts, polo shirts, and a pair of casual deck shoes, as I packed lightly for a two-day formal stay. I am sure that Élise has plenty of clothing in her valise, and I look forward to visiting this historic hotel, and enjoying its amenities with Élise, and visiting Lake Massawippi, and the surrounding town, and countryside.
Antonino informs me that our drive should be just under two hours, and the hotel is roughly 142 kilometers away from our location in downtown Montréal. Soft music was playing on the stereo to give Élise and I some privacy, and we held hands, and I said, “It feels so good to be with you, Élise, and I have been looking forward to our weekend getaway. How about you?” “Mr. Marc, it has been a hectic week, and I am so glad to be on our way to Hovey with you, Monsieur. We will be pampered and well fed, and you and I can just relax and become lost in whatever dreams descend upon us. Perhaps we can get out on the lake, and we will cruise in style; but mostly, I hope to just lounge and make love.” Hearing these words, I smiled and did not reply as Élise prepared to light a Sobranie cocktail cigarette. She offered me one, and I said, “Thank you, love,” and remained silent as we smoked, sensing that Élise needed quiet time to decompress, reflect, and orient herself towards a relaxing mindset. It is critical to know when to maintain a comfortable silence, and we did not speak another word for about an hour. In that time frame, we both rested our eyes, and settled into the leather seats, and the absolute quiet of the fine interior of the vehicle.
I love being in comfortable silence when I am with Élise. When we are together, there is a sense of being deeply connected spiritually, and this induces a comfort within both of us that we can feel. I have been wondering if we share the same history as Claudia and me, who are part of the invisible college, and are inhabitants of the quartz crystal plateau and the mountains of pure carbon-diamond in the sky. It is no coincidence that I am in Montréal this summer, and my entire life is one big synchronicity, and I have very little control of my day-to-day affairs. I learned long ago that my mission in this life is to be the eyes and ears for the elders that reside on the crystal plateau in the mansions of the sky, who are deeply embedded within the carbon-diamond mountains that form their abode. Realization and identification of my golden-purple aura-producing indigo people here on earth, is a slow process of discernment and contemplation. The awareness has to come upon us slowly before we reveal our identities to one another and confirm our common heritage.
My tour of duty here on earth, in this human body, has presented many interesting problems for me over the years, but then a summer like the one I am having comes along, and you wonder if it is all that distressing down here in the land of humans. The experience of love through the biological senses, when combined with the spirit of consciousness in unity, is something unique and wonderful. On the quartz crystal plateau, our ethereal bodies are nothing like our water-based, dense, and heavy human bodies on Earth. It feels strange to peer out through my human eyes in this present four-dimensional space-time continuum, and after almost thirty years of life, I am still not completely comfortable with it. When I look over at Élise and see her immense beauty, suddenly I am in awe of the human condition, and its propensity for love, elegance, and unique emotions depending on the type of soul that is illuminating its essence.
We finally made it to “Chemin de North Hatley” and are in the countryside with lovely homes and farmhouses all around. A right turn on Rue Hovey, then a short distance to Chemin Robert Brown, and Antonino announced our arrival. The countryside is lush, green, and welcoming, and a sense of excitement comes over me as I feel at home. We arrive at the gorgeous reception area and begin our check-in procedures. Antonino will register separately from us, and will be in a well-appointed classic room, and will remain in “shadow” on security detail for the duration. Élise and I are booked into the Montcalm suite with an exquisite view of the lake, and our own private terrace and balcony. The suite boasts pristine interior decorating and is magnificent, with a king-size bed and a double whirlpool bathtub with a separate shower. I am so glad that I brought half a dozen candles to light and adorn the walls and ceilings of this majestic place, which also has a gas fireplace. This two-evening stay is going to be cerebral, mindful, and about releasing the soul from the tension that the body can bring. My plan is to have no plan, and to be fluid, and synchronize with Élise, because this is her magic getaway place, and I am her guest, and will be humble, contrite, and savage if she so desires. Madame Élise is elite, a woman who is far above my pay grade, and one who comes from breeding and royalty, which I can only read about in the world’s greatest literature when I am not in her presence.
Once Élise and I were settled in, I asked her if she would like to take a hot bath, and she said, “You read my mind somehow, Marc. Yes, please do so, and let it be piping hot. I have some fine bath oils to add too.” I ran the water in the glistening Swiss-made ceramic tub and added the bath oils as directed. The suite has two fine and plush monogrammed bathrobes, and I laid out towels and what I thought she might need close by. Élise disrobed, and was fully nude, and I noticed she had a perfect head to toe tan, and a full Brazilian paradise garden trim, which was also bronzed. Her body is superb and leaner than it has been, and she has well-defined muscles, and a perfect complexion and tone. While Élise was enjoying her bath, I ventured out onto the balcony and took in the majestic view of Lake Massawippi. To my left is a grand view of the pool and an L-shaped boat dock with two day-sailors moored. To my right are a large open field for outdoor festivities and a tennis court. Across the lake is a golf course, and more lush greenery, and I am surrounded by peaceful nature. As I was standing on this lovely balcony in this little slice of heaven on earth, I instinctively knew that these days in Montréal were the high point of my private life.
I wandered back into the suite to find Élise in her plush bathrobe combing out her lovely shoulder-length hair, which was soft, and glistening from the leave-in hair conditioning cream that she applied. I put my hands on her shoulders and said, “You look relaxed and so lovely, sweet Élise.” She smiled and continued to comb her hair. I took the silent cue and undressed and took a shower. I understood she was deeply lost in thought. The water at this resort has a silky-smooth feel to it and is sweet-smelling too. I shaved my face and then applied my aftershave balm and checked all my grooming. I wanted to be perfect for Élise and was also wondering what could be on her mind. I emerged from the bathroom in my plush bathrobe to find Élise lying flat on the bed with her knees up, and legs spread wide, exposing her perfect paradise garden in all its glory. No words were needed, and I removed my bathrobe, then slowly approached the king-size bed. With great care, I moved into a smooth prone position so I could administer pleasure to her straightaway with no drama. Every move I made was slow and methodical, like a giant tortoise hovering gracefully with a majestic posture. Both of my arms went underneath Élise, and my forearms were buried beneath her buttocks and lower back, with my palms supinated, and resting on the area beneath her kidneys.
I kissed her right inner thigh with tender lip touches as I admired her smooth, bronzed blemish-free skin. In my mind, I was visualizing a pure white light and heat that is present in my solar plexus region, as I breathed deeply like a bellows pumping air upon hot coals. I visualized the yellow flame that lives at the base of my sacrum, and directed it to move upward along my spine, and to the bifurcation of the brachial plexus. This yellow-blue flame and quanta of energy will travel along the nerve branches from the cervical and thoracic spine at C5 to T1, and flow to my hands via the ulnar and median nerve bundles, and into Élise via my open palms, then come back to me through my lips and tongue, completing the electrochemical circuit. I can feel my hands and arms warming as energy is being transmitted efficiently, and my lips are warm and moist. I have not touched Élise’s paradise garden, and can see her breathing rate speed up, and the garden glistens with moisture as the Bartholin’s glands respond to the energy input from my body. I kissed her left inner thigh, taunting with each tender touch, and Élise’s fingertips are now caressing her breasts and upper abdomen, showing a desire for the intense stimulation that is about to come, but not yet.
I plant the first open-mouth kiss firmly, directly upon her swollen pleasure-button, and her abdomen tightens. There is tremendous tension in her paradise garden that is begging for release, but not yet. My kiss remains planted firmly, and my lips are still as I breathe warm-humid air directly onto her open, moist garden of Eden. I pushed my wet tongue past my pursed lips, and administered very slow, north-south tongue-tip movements, with a tantalizing minimum amount of pressure, and maintained this tempo for a minute. The energy is flowing freely through my hands and back to my mouth, as my lips are tingling and feel numb. I switched my tongue movement to a counter-clockwise rotation, making circles with a 5-millimeter diameter, and a minimum of pressure. Élise is moving, and her head and chin are now in a metronome tempo. My hands are warm, and she can feel the heat, and I press my mouth deeper into the garden, maintaining the counterclockwise swirl, with an added seesaw movement of my entire head teetering north to south, moving in minute millimeter increments. My breathing rate is at least 20 breaths per minute, and this hot air is warming her garden, and adding to her tantalizing pleasure. I heard a wet clutching sound as Élise clenched her levator ani muscle groups, dispensing nectar, and showing that the Kegel exercises she must regularly perform were worthwhile.
I selfishly lifted my lips away from her pleasure-button so I could move below to take a deep, wide tongue swipe of her lower garden. I wanted the abundant thick nectar that Élise produces, and I was craving this garden produce, and would fully harvest its yield. Indeed, I lifted onto my tongue a large amount of sweet-agave-butter, as if emptying a honey packet from a coffee shop directly onto my tongue. The flavor was delightful with hints of orange blossom, lavender, acacia and Manuka and wildflower honey. I took perhaps 5 seconds to savor the aroma and my dancing palate, then I resumed my steady rhythm, and stimulation of Élise’s wonder garden. She began to moan and said, “Vous brute. Vous me torturez. Achevez-moi, ramenez-moi à la maison.” With those words, I bellowed all the energy I could muster into her back through my hands and proceeded to administer delicate suction to her “pleasure-button,” then release. I changed the tongue swipe direction to a delicate hovering east-west stroke. About one minute later, Élise’s climax began with a clenching of her pelvic floor muscles, which caused a wet-snapping sound by my chin. Her back arched, and I supported this arch with my hands, activating my biceps fiercely. Then I felt movement on my tongue as the bulbocavernosus and ischiocavernosus muscles surrounding her clitoris quaked. Élise’s abdominals contracted strongly, lifting her shoulders off the bed. She is now rigid, half-planked, and in full orgasm. I removed all stimulation from the hot-button and went below to harvest the nectars and was amazed at the abundant libations that awaited me, and I dined mightily, much to my delight.
I detached from Élise completely, as she rolled over in recovery from her much-needed climax. My gut feeling was not to touch her, but to allow Élise to be unmolested in her post-orgasmic bliss and find her own way of returning to reality. Lovemaking is not only about knowledge of the body and techniques. We must resonate completely with our lovers, and carefully discern their moods, feelings, and harmonies. It is crucial to avoid smothering, controlling, or directing a woman’s tempo; else you will be doomed as she becomes silently angry. I got out of bed and put my bathrobe back on, and headed to the spacious balcony again, and delighted in the expansive views, as light easterly breezes revived and renewed my spirit. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth, being pasted there by the most delightfully organic compote the world has ever produced. This delight called for an apéritif, and I brought a bottle of Frangelico for just such an occasion, along with two of my Waterford Lismore crystal tumblers. I went inside and found Élise up and about, wearing panties and a bra. She came to me and kissed me and said, “Thank you for such a wonderful start to our evening, Marc. I feel renewed and ready for dinner soon. How about you, monsieur?” I smiled and said, “that sounds like a plan Élise, shall we do the Tap Room, or go formal tonight at Le Hatley?” Élise replied, “let’s do the Tap Room so we can be casual, and just relax, and tomorrow we can look forward to hours of spa treatments and the formal dining in grand style.”
With its wood-paneled walls, fireplace, and exposed beams, the Tap Room was perfect. The lighting was subdued and perfect, which created a cozy atmosphere. The furnishings were top shelf with leather upholstered seating, old photographs, art pieces, and other vintage elements. Our table featured the best lake view thanks to Élise’s well-established presence here. We both decided on oysters over mignonette, which is a sauce made with vinegar, pepper, herbs, and lemon wedges, as an appetizer. Élise and I both ordered the pan-seared scallops with summer vegetable salad as our main course, paired with a wine selected by the sommelière. As Élise and I drank our wine, and savored the flavor of our oysters, she looked at me and said, “Marc. I know that you and Claudia are indigos from the mansions in the sky upon the crystal plateau, and that you both live high upon the diamond mountain. You are known to me, monsieur.” I looked at Élise with a smile, and said, “I had no doubt that you and your girls are from that same crystal city. Claudia, Geneviève, Sandrine, Clarice, and you, my dear Élise, all have golden-purple auras. I was waiting for confirmation from you, but deep down inside I knew.” Élise looked at me lovingly with a genuine glance of recognition and a warm, loving smile, and we both felt as if we were soul mates from back home. Souls cluster together in the mansion worlds and form tight associations and bonds. Each soul has six twins, and when we incarnate in the dense matter worlds like Earth, we become separated, and seek each other out for support in this unkind world.
I looked at Élise, and could see her eminence beaming all around her, and said, “Pardon me for asking, but my sense of you is that you are one of the holy ones from inside the pure carbon diamond mountains. Would this assumption be correct?” Élise’s eyes opened wide, and she replied, “I am not a holy one, Marc, but I do reside inside the diamond mountain, and I have the same status as Ella, the queen mum of the indigo souls. My avatar is here in this Earth realm, just as yours is, because of the enormous tumult that has come upon this world. We have come to assist in any way possible.” I sipped my wine and said, “Indeed, this world is full of trouble. My earth body has been traumatized, and my psyche was under attack while I was in the womb of my earth mother. Many of us indigo souls are placed in difficult situations down here. I have been an outlier in society my entire life, and I believe this pattern will remain that way until I leave.” Élise fully understood what I was saying, and said, “In your case, you were given such a tough assignment to be among your earth parents and others that you have encountered. I was fully briefed on your situation recently, and I am going to help your body, mind, and spirit overcome some of the trauma it has experienced.” I thought for a moment, and said, “Élise. I am grateful that you will not only love me the way that you do but will also help me heal from my experiences. Thank you.” She smiled, and we continued to eat and drink merrily in this pleasant environment. It felt good to be among my people, and those who understand what it is to be embodied here in suboptimal conditions for our souls, and aware of where we came from and the significance of our purpose.
Élise and I finished our wonderfully prepared meal, and the wine was magnificent. We went for a walk on the grounds and ambled along the lakefront. Together we walked in silence, in perfect stride, with cool breezes coming in off the lake as the sun was getting lower in the sky. I felt a sense of contentment and was at peace with Élise, especially as we walked in silence and communicated spiritually. She was to me the model of a supreme femme inspiratrice, and I was comfortable in my own skin being around her, and knowing that my people upon the quartz crystal plateau were watching over us at all times. Even with this special dispensation of being cared for and loved by the holy ones, the human condition is traumatic to the soul, whether you are an indigo or an earth-plane original creation soul. The primary problem on Earth is that the dark energy force, which can also be called evil, is the mystical body of the entire planet. Humanity is marinating in this negative energy, and it is a constant, undying force that wants every soul to bow in allegiance to it in return for money, fame, wealth, and success in relationships. Virtue is the enemy of this evil, and if you swear allegiance to the most high God (Ha Shem), and forgo an agreement with the dark forces, you’re doomed to a human life of isolation, strife, toil, disease, and utter loneliness. The Divine assistance has sent an army of indigo souls into the world to counteract the out-of-control dominion of evil upon the face of the planet.
The dark forces have targeted us indigo souls from the moment of conception in the wombs of our Earth Mother ambassadors. All of us had foreknowledge of the difficulties that we would face, but like the obedient soldiers we are, we marched into the breach with courage. As I finished reflecting upon my situation, I turned to Élise and said, “Love. Let us go back to our suite soon and be together. I have such a powerful desire to be near you, and to draw you as close to me as possible.” She smiled and said, “Yes. Come, let us go, Mr. Marc.” When we got back to our suite, the sun was setting over the western horizon, and the lighting conditions were perfect. Élise and I disrobed, and we took a warm shower together using the fine spa products that came with our suite. We basked in the aroma and flavor of these bath products and had a fun time. We both love water on our bodies and are rejuvenated by the magical fluid, which has a calming effect on the soul. Once we were done with our refreshing showers, Élise began to blow-dry her lovely hair, and I lit the candles that I had brought to create a romantic atmosphere. The large balcony door was fully open, and we were receiving delightful breezes through the steel screens adorning the entryway. I then relaxed in bed wearing a comfortable pair of CK white boxers with tight leg openings. A few minutes later, Élise comes to me, and she is wearing a lovely pair of white La Perla cotton panties that were scrumptious. We joined in the center of the bed perched atop our pillows, and began to hug and kiss.
I suddenly broke off our kiss, and said, “Élise, I have something I want to give to you. I will be right back.” She smiled widely, then I jumped off the bed, and went to my luggage, and pulled out the box containing the Messika Lucky Eye Diamond necklace in 18K pink gold with diamond halos. The box was wrapped in gold and red Mylar paper, with silk ribbon, and a silk bow. I came back to the bed, and handed the box to her, and said, “Élise. This is a token of my love and appreciation for you. Thank you for taking such good care of me, and for this lovely weekend getaway.” Élise was ecstatic; her cheeks were rosy-red, and her eyes gleamed with surprise. She carefully opened the box and pulled apart the ribbon in such a way as to ensure that it could be saved, along with the lovely bow. When her eyes gazed upon the exquisite necklace, and its 0.76 carats of diamonds clustered about its face and halos, she said, “Marc. C’est si beau. Dieu, j’adore ça, s’il te plait, mets-le autour de mon cou.” Élise loved the fine necklace, and asked me to put it on for her, and I did. She then jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom mirror, and marveled at the beauty of the piece and remained silent for a minute. Élise came back to bed and gave me a big hug and would not let go. She said, “Marc, this necklace is so exquisite. Thank you so much.” We remained hugging for a couple of minutes, then Élise asked me to enter the Yab-Yum yoga position with her.
Yab-Yum is a traditional Tantra yoga practice where we both sit face-to-face, the feminine sitting on the masculine, in an intimate embrace while meditating together. We both got into position, and Élise said, “Marc, I love you. Enter rhythmic breathwork with me so we can synchronize our spirits, and become fully resonant. I am going to take you to the quartz crystal plateau, and into the diamond mountain, so we can meet someone that will assist you. My name on the crystal plateau is Lamma-el.” I replied, “Élise, I love you too, and I am ready to go.” Élise and I sat in our delightfully firm bed, in the wonderful private suite that we were staying in and entered into a divine union within twenty minutes. Together, we remained anchored on earth via the avatars of our human bodies as we projected our souls to the reception area of the gleaming quartz crystal plateau. It is possible to transport the entire body, but in this instance, we were not being summoned from above, but were projecting ourselves to the entrance of the quartz crystal city and domain. We needed to be in our ethereal formations for entry into the pure carbon diamond mountains, whereby an escort spirit would envelop our souls, and take us into the dimensions of the holy ones. Élise and I entered divine union, and soon we were traversing the astral plane, and on our way to the portal of the quartz crystal plateau. When we arrived, Ella, the queen mum of the indigo children, came to us and said, “Lamma-el, Bidziil. Welcome home. What brings you to us today?”
Lamma-el (Élise) replied, “Ella, we need to go into the diamond mountain to see Kanno-el, regarding Bidziil’s problem with the evil raven spirit his earth mother conjured and placed upon him at birth.” Ella instantly understood the issue, and said, “we are aware of this problem, and Bidziil was chosen to be in this particular earth family, so we can study the effects of sorcery, emotional terror, and torture upon on a human being, particularly human offspring from this specific family lineage. Bidziil is unbreakable, and can endure the stress upon his spirit, but most earth-origin souls from the original creation cannot. We have been watching him from the moment of his placement in the dense earth world and the womb of his earthly ambassador mother. Bidziil’s earth father is also under the control of his earth mother and is quite dangerous in many ways.” Lamma-el asked, “can we see Kanno-el, or is it enough to be speaking to you, Queen-Mum?” Ella replied, “I will summon a transporter to take you into the diamond mountain, and she will bring you to the abode of Kanno-el who will discuss many things with you.” Ella then made a whistling sound, but also a low frequency hum was superimposed on this emanation from deep within her luminous being. Suddenly, a pale blue orb appeared that was made of hydrogen plasma, and this orb, who was a sentient living-being, enveloped myself and Lamma-el, and we were suspended, as if flash frozen, and began to move with tremendous speed into the side of the diamond mountain. As we approached the transparent, flawless, pure carbon-diamond creation, a black hole appeared on its surface, and the orb, Lamma-el, and I entered this dark formation.
The orb transporter released us, and Lamma-el (Élise), and I, became pure consciousness, and we did not assume the form and function of an ethereal body resembling a human silhouette. We were luminous and lit from within, radiating light, and initially in the shape of an ellipse, but our shapes and borders were continuously changing. Sight was no longer constrained to three dimensions. In this realm, we had eleven dimensions of sight perception, with unlimited colors and hues not experienced in the human body. Sound ceased to exist as we once knew it, and instead, ideas, words, and images occurred all at once. Comprehension and communication were instantaneous, yet we could hear music and other voices too. Kanno-el suddenly appeared, and all three of us combined form, and became one big blob of consciousness, and settled into a circular globe formation, and as we communicated, we took on infinite shapes, and emitted numerous colors. Once we were done, we became a trinity of individual nodes of consciousness again, and were promptly enveloped in the transport orb, and brought back to the quartz crystal plateau. Once released by the orb, we were placed in Ella’s domain, and took on our ethereal plasma bodies, which echoed our earthbound human silhouettes. We both thanked the orb for all that she had done for us, and the orb turned a golden color, then came back to her usual pale blue, and left us in an instant.
The elder named Kanno-el explained that I will be influenced by the dominion placed upon me by my earth mother for as long as my human body is present upon the earth. There is a powerful Raven-spirit that has been assigned to my indigo soul, and since my soul is infused in my dense human body via quantum entanglement, I will feel its effects indefinitely. The “Raven” will exert its influence in the sphere of my social contacts, friendships, loving relationships, and ability to earn currency that can be traded for the food and shelter that my body requires. This spirit will forever be tasked with making my life difficult in the human world in any way possible and will continue to interfere with my mission to study and operationally define the modus operandi of evil. I will not be left alone, or have to fend for myself against such a malignant opposing force. Divine graces will be delivered, and the elders will send avenging angels to oppose the “Raven,” giving me an edge when needed. Solid, pure gold ingots will continue to be issued to me to offset the diabolical interference that affects my acquisition of money. Only one ingot of gold is placed on the surface by my bed as needed, and never more, to avoid it being stolen by the “Raven,” who can easily transport it away in an instant. I am grateful to Élise for her assistance, and also to Kanno-el, who imparted additional information to me that was healing to my body and soul.
Élise and I are now back in our room, and our bodies are aching from being in the Yab-Yum embrace. My body is in the padmasana pose, and is especially in extremis, and as we open our eyes, it is difficult to adjust back to our normal modes of sensory perception. Within minutes, we were able to dismount and stretch out on the bed, eventually moving to the large balcony to talk and debrief. As we stood on the balcony overlooking the marvelous lake, I said, “What an amazing journey! Thank you for taking me, and I love you very much, Élise.” Élise replied, “Mr. Marc, you are welcome, and I love you too, Monsieur. When you are ready, come inside. I will await you in our bed.” I needed a few more minutes to decompress, then I would be ready to make love with the heavenly Élise with the proper gusto required to please her. At this moment, I felt loved, and I was content to know that I had such loving support. I left the balcony and went inside to find Élise lying face down on the bed with her legs spread-eagle, and her face resting on her folded hands. What a delightful sight to behold, as her perfectly tanned body juxtaposed against the lily-white bed sheets was amazing. Her firm and well-muscled buttocks were so developed that her skin was stretched tight, revealing her lovely paradise garden partially in view.
I slowly entered the bed and raised Élise’s hips, so I could place my tree of life deep within her from this lovely rear-entry position. Her paradise garden was moist and fluffy, and I glided straight in, and buried my titanium tree of life deeply, hitting pelvic bone bottom with each delicate stroke. When I hit bottom, Élise would push back and mash her gardens, padded outer extremities, flat, ensuring that all the delightful nectar deep within her would be pumped outward, so I could retrieve it. I crave the Manuka honey of Élise’s paradise garden, and she is so delicious that I often dream about making love with her during the week when we are not together. As I glide and mash her lovely garden, I can hear liquid snapping sounds that delight my senses, as she secretes the sacred butter-honey that I am churning to a highly desirable froth with great care. Élise suddenly pulls forward, and my tree of life is now exposed, naked, and hovering midair. She turns around and takes my honey-dipped tree deeply into her silky-smooth mouth. She licked the base, lapping up all the overflow-nectar that adhered, then proceeded to come to me for a deep kiss. We fell to the bed, towards the pillows, and kissed for a long time. The longer we embraced, the more honey she would produce, and my joy would be forthcoming. The deliciousness was intoxicating, and our love was so passionate. I asked Élise, “How shall I take you? What is your desire, my love?”
Élise said the following words to me: “Marc. I want to conceive a child with you tonight, who will be born upon the crystal plateau in the mansions of the sky, and be raised by Ella. You are a good soul, Marc, and your human body has genetic sequences that are fit for longevity. Kanno-el said that your days are numbered to 104 Earth years with abundant health. I am sure by now that you know you are a breeder and have produced such lovely children. Please produce one with me, as my body also has very similar qualities to yours.” I replied, “Yes, Élise. I would be honored to conceive a child with you, and it would be an honor. I have produced many fine daughters, and ours will be as exquisite as you are sweet, Élise.” I smiled after I said my words, and Élise kissed me, and we embraced for many minutes. She broke off our kiss and began to prepare me for our special love with delightful oral stimulation. After a few minutes of pure pleasure, I was ready, and Élise said, “Marc. I am going to top mount and bring you slowly to climax. It will be unlike anything you have experienced, and there will be pleasure and pain, as I grip you tightly, and siphon your silky essence deep within me.” I replied, “I cannot wait to enter you Sweet Élise, take me.” Élise mounted me, wasting no time, and our eyes locked, and our souls connected, as we entered the dance of conception.
When two people like Élise and I enter a conception-union, heaven and earth unite, joining us in a loving embrace to aid in our divine symphony of creation. I felt a breeze surrounding me, a delicate whirlwind circulating in a counterclockwise direction. I detected a fragrance of roses and lilac that overwhelmed my senses. It was an intoxicating breeze that became warmer as Élise increased the tempo of her hip movements. Her paradise garden would rise from the base of my tree of life to the tippy-top, then hold, grip, and slide back down to pelvic-bone bottom. While at the bottom, she would grasp me tightly, then glide, while forming a vacuum that increased with each power stroke. My tree of life was swelling, and increasing in width, and felt slightly elongated. The wider the tree became, the more Élise would grip and pull upon the tree. Suddenly her tempo increased, and I could feel my climax approaching, and said, “Élise, it is happening. I am so close.” Hearing these words, she slowed her tempo, and when I closed my eyes, she bottomed out, and mashed my tree deeply into her, and did not rise again. Then her internal muscles began to oscillate and quake, causing a tantalizing vibration that brought me to climax. I felt a powerful vacuum pressure being applied that emptied me completely and caused a dull ache in the midst of mind-bending pleasure. This sensation went on for a few minutes, then began to subside. Élise would not release her grip on my tree of life, and what seemed like a vacuum was maintaining my tree of life’s rigidity.
Élise began to move her hips slowly, rising half-way up the tree with half strokes, then back down to the bottom. With our eyes wide open, her lips moved towards mine, and we began to kiss, as she maintained a delightful pelvic rhythm. Élise’s kisses are inspiring to such a degree that I could feel the tree hardening as blood gorged its hydrostatic channels, and my heart pumped efficiently and lovingly. She knew how to incite my passion, and Élise is a master lover and an avatar of the goddess Aphrodite. Being one of her beloved daughters, she has magical capabilities. As she glided upon my rigid tree of life, I could feel increased lubricity that added to my pleasure. The tight grip of Élise’s paradise garden, combined with her perfect silky-half-strokes, and deep French-kisses, was generating energy in my loins. Élise broke off the kiss and placed both of her hands, palms down, on the top of my head as she leaned back slightly. Élise increased her pelvic tempo, climbing slightly higher on the tree with each gliding stroke. Suddenly, I felt an electric-blue energy entering my head at the crown chakra that Élise was generating from deep within her. This energy propelled our souls upon the astral plane, and brought us to the quartz crystal plateau, where we met Ella again, who understood instantly, that Lamma-el (Élise) and I (Bidziil) were requesting entry into the diamond mountain and were to be transported to Lamma-el’s abode there. Immediately, a light blue orb appeared and enveloped us. Instantly, like a bullet, the orb took us into the diamond mountain, depositing our souls in pure form in the midst of Lamma-el’s abode.
The abode of Lamma-el (Élise) consisted of a high domed ceiling with ever-changing star constellation patterns, and I noticed Orion and his belt at the center of the dome. Beneath the night sky was a mansion built of precious stone that contained many rooms. Each room was unique and made with diamond blocks and other precious gemstone blocks. In this abode, Lamma-el and I were in eleven dimensions, and were pure consciousness, and formless. We moved through the mansion to a grand room, and Lamma-el said, “Behold the hologram image of our future human daughter.” An image emanated from a white luminous living orb, revealing a beautiful girl clothed in an ivory tunic, draping one shoulder while the other remained bare. Her skin was a radiant light brown color, with hints of mocha and caramel. Her eyes were luminous hazel gemstones likened to yellow diamonds. Her hair was long, and strawberry blond, with streaks of honey-beige. She had breasts visible under the tunic exactly like Élise’s human form. Lamma-el said, “Behold our daughter Bidziil. Her name in the diamond mountain realm will be Ranta-el, and on earth, she will be named, Chiara.” We remained looking at this beautiful girl for a time, then the orb ceased projecting her eminence and went away. The transporter orb came back to us and engulfed Lamma-el and me, and in an instant we were standing on the quartz crystal plateau. We said goodbye to Ella and quickly found ourselves back in our bodies that were still making love.
I opened my eyes and said, “Élise. That was a lovely journey and such a wonderful vision of our daughter. I can only hope that her Earth parents will be carefully chosen.” Élise remained silent and smiled, and we kissed feverishly as she increased her tempo and began to slowly bring me to a second wave of bliss. I was lost in passion and the visions being seen in my mind’s eye, when I sensed a climax beginning to build, but this time Élise did not create a vacuum seal, but released her grip, allowing me to glide freely upon the Manuka honey lubricant that she produces. This sensation felt fabulous, and it was as if I was being rewarded with pure pleasure with no performance pressure, or anything but intense joy. I stopped kissing Élise and chose to look into her eyes as my hands were placed upon her upper flanks, and I began to climax with a sweetness that was indescribable. I was ensconced in liberating freedom, and a cool breeze descended upon my body. I released my vital life-giving force while Élise flowed spiritual energy into me, and it was pure love. I was overwhelmed with euphoria, and I was free of any hindrances, thoughts, or worries. I was able to enter into a divine union with Élise, and we became one flesh and two-souls united in love. Many minutes passed, and it was time for us to dismount as the hour was getting late, and soon a restful sleep would be calling us to its bosom.
Élise and I showered together and had a lovely time in the water, which we both love so much. Water rejuvenates our souls and delights and freshens our bodies with the help of the fine bath products that we use on each other. Once our cleansing ritual was complete, we settled into bed wearing only our lower undergarments, and lay apart from each other upon the pillows holding hands. Eventually, we drifted off into a peaceful sleep in our exquisite suite, with its high ceilings, and quiet climate control system humming away. As I slipped into deep sleep, I was approached by a guardian angel spirit, who said, “Rest, I will watch over you. The Raven is hovering over the lake outside, but I will keep him away. Rest.” I replied, “Thank you for keeping me safe. Send my regards to the Blessed Mother, please.” I slept through the entire evening and early morning without waking up once. When I opened my eyes the next day, I saw Élise was sleeping peacefully. She is a very special woman, whom I will love forever, especially since she will be with a child soon. I have fathered so many wonderful kids who reside on the crystal plateau in the mansions of the sky, and I have three earthbound children too; all girls, who thanks to the Raven-spirit and the negative dominion that surrounds me, are all being raised by other men attached to their birth mothers. Considering my current dilemma, it is probably for the best.
It was a good feeling to be awake on this wonderful Saturday morning at the Manoir Hovey with the lovely Madame Élise. I performed my morning routine with a shave, and full freshening of my mouth and teeth. Élise was sleeping peacefully and deeply, because the conception-union that we embarked upon last night is exhausting to the female body since it occurs ten times quicker than normal human conceptions. Élise and I have spirits that animate and illuminate our human bodies differently than most, and our biology accommodates these differences perfectly. I reflected upon the presence of the Raven spirit, who has been causing chaos in my human life here on Earth from the beginning. Raven is a cunning and mischievous spirit, who is intelligent, with significant transformative abilities. He is well known to the indigenous peoples of the northwest coast of North America and is an endemic spirit across the continent. I am not sure how my earth mother conjured this particular spirit and his cohorts, but perhaps this will be revealed in the future. The good news is that I am under the wing of the Most High God, the ruler of all the factions, who has sent wonderful helpers and guardians to assist me. My morning thoughts and reflections were accompanied by a gorgeous blue sky, overlooking a heavenly lake and a glorious landscape. My positive thoughts and the stunning landscape combined to give me a sense of internal peace, and I could not wait to see Élise this morning and give her a warm hug.
I slowly walked back into our spacious suite from the large balcony to find Élise was awake and in the bathroom, so I decided to meet her in bed, and see what her mood was like. I was lounging comfortably wearing a pair of CK One tight white briefs, and was feeling energetic, and a little naughty. A few minutes passed and Élise emerges from the bathroom completely nude and is looking mighty fine with a seductive look on her face. I said, “Good morning love,” and she remained silent, looking at me directly with ferocity, and came to me in the bed, and planted a vicious kiss upon my lips. Élise tasted minty fresh, and her tongue was like velvet dipped in apricot preserves. Such a delicious kiss in the bright light of the morning was fantastic. My tree of life sprang to attention as the passion flowed within me from Élise’s energetic presence. She used her right hand to pull off my briefs, and began to fondle and caress my ever-swelling tree of life as her kisses became deep and her tongue moved with finesse. Élise broke off the kiss, and headed directly for my tree of life, and engulfed him in her silky-smooth mouth, and began to stroke him from top to bottom. It was so good, and I felt overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. As Élise stroked me lovingly, I wanted to taste her so badly so, I said, “Élise I must taste you my sweet. I need honey.”
Élise threw her leg over my head, and her delightful paradise garden was right above me. I made an adjustment to get into a perfect dining position, and she suddenly mashed her garden right into my face, and it made a sound likened to slamming a marinated uncooked rib eye steak onto a cutting board in preparation for a fat trimming. I heard and felt a “fwap!” Élise’s garden of Eden was wet and slathered in thick Manuka honey and agave nectar, that had been thickening overnight, and her delightful paradise garden was glued to my mouth and I was loving it. I lapped furiously and was able to take in vast amounts of honey-butter, and I dined mightily with much delight. Élise continued to furiously pleasure me with her long and smooth strokes, and she was not wasting any time, and brought me to an outstanding good morning climax. She continued to stroke and vacuum my tree of life long after my life-giving essence ceased to flow, and suddenly, Élise climaxed. I heard wet snapping sounds from inside of her garden, and sensual moans coming from her throat, as a wave of honey-butter appeared, then quickly disappeared as I took it all in. I could not believe how many delightful libations emanated from Élise’s paradise garden, and it was such a gift to me. Her climax lasted a couple of minutes, and my arms were wrapped around her waist, and I would not let her dismount. I needed more, and more of her honey-butter, and it was an addiction, and an affliction.
Finally, Élise said, “Marc, you brute. Let me go, let me go, Monsieur.” So, I released her, and she flipped around, and came to me for an epic award-winning kiss, and we combined flavors, and rolled around the bed, holding each other in a tight embrace with lips locked, and tongues dueling. The passion was intense, and I would forever understand that morning passion after a good night’s rest is the best time to make love. Eventually, my tree of life came back to life, and I top mounted Élise lovingly, and her paradise garden was moist, and fluffy, welcoming me into her. I maintained a fast rhythm, with a delicate bottoming out, then a mashing of pelvic bones with a grind, and she moaned. In between kisses, she said, “Let me top mount. Move towards the pillows so I can use the headboard to hold on Monsieur.” The adjustments were made quickly, and Élise top-mounted my tree of life, and she went into full gallop, and was mashing and slamming her garden as far as she could on each power stroke. Élise’s eyes closed, and so did mine, and we became lost in our thoughts, concentrating on riding the wave until one, or both, reached climax. With my eyes closed, I did not ride the astral plane to another dimension but opted to go back in time along my earthbound history to a specific time of my youth. I became lost in the memory of one of my many lone travels as a very young boy, exploring the rooftops of my apartment building. Often, I would go to the rooftops and wait for one of the crystal ships to fly by, and sometimes they would hover above me for a few seconds.
It was a fantastic sight, and I was never afraid of being lifted and transported far away to remote places. The pilots were my size when I was age 5, and they were very smart and capable stewards. They communicated with me directly, and this was done by speaking to my indigo soul, which resides on the quartz crystal plateau and is ensconced within an ethereal likeness of my body on earth. From my soul in the dimension of the crystal plateau, my earth body would interpret the message via quantum entanglement without delay. We exist in a bilocation scenario, and consciousness is inside space-time, and outside of it simultaneously, allowing for messaging to continuously flow between dimensions. Some messages are destined for subconscious processing, while others are meant to be immediately consciously processed and applied. What happens to the human body is of no consequence to the indigo soul that is residing on the crystal plateau, and all information and timeline history is retained to infinity. The human body is merely an avatar for the indigo soul to latch into the space-time continuum via quantum entanglement and is essentially a pilot helmet with a heads-up display of what is in front of us. The human body is nothing more than a helmet and full body suit designed to be physically, and metaphysically, entangled with the indigo soul, which is the true mind of the individual. As I am deep in thought about the reality of the transporters, and other dimensions of consciousness, I can hear Élise calling me from a distance.
I opened my eyes, and she was right above me making love, and saying, “Marc, bring it home with me. I will wait for you.” I put all my concentration on my tree of life as I slowly recovered from my little daydream, and I could feel how swollen it was, and then the sensations from Élise’s paradise garden registered. I said to Élise, “Love, go into a full gallop, and mash me good, and hard,” and Élise did just that, and with much gusto. I cupped her delightful 36D firm breasts, and that sensation sent shock waves to my “Tree,” and with every stroke that Élise administered, my pleasure increased. She maintained a steady gallop, and the lubricity was abundant and natural, adding to my pleasure. Élise suddenly bottomed out as deep as she could go on my tree of life, then wiggled her hips from side to side, and climaxed. I felt a sharp vacuum pressure, followed by a full rise of her paradise garden up the shaft of the tree to the top; then she slammed my tree of life deep inside of her as she moaned, and gasped for air. Élise began to ride that wave again, increasing in speed, and now I climaxed, as I said, “Élise, I am going to explode.” My climax was just that, and an explosive pulse of life-giving essence flowed from deep within me as my lower abdominals convulsed, and my hips bucked upward. This was an epic climax, and we were both hollering and moaning for a few seconds. Eventually, Élise came to rest by my side, and we were both feeling dreamy and good, and soon it would be time to shower and go to breakfast.
Élise and I dressed for breakfast and walked to the Le Hatley restaurant. I was wearing a cordial pair of green Brooks Brothers Advantage chino shorts, with a nine-inch inseam, and a smart, white, nautical flag polo shirt. My shoes were a sweet pair of leather Sconset Camp Mocs, with a pair of merino, no-show socks. My usual Omega Speedmaster Pro adorned my left wrist. Élise was wearing a stunning Romeo Gigli black cotton-mesh Callaghan blouse and skirt, with intricate floral embroidery on both pieces. The blouse was a cropped button-up with cap sleeves. The skirt had a circular cut-wrap, with long ties that bind around the waist. Élise was smoking-hot, showing her flat stomach, and sporting a superb French bob haircut. Her feet adorned a fine pair of Chanel thong summer beach sandals in black. A black Chanel quilted lambskin Diana single-flap shoulder bag was a gorgeous accessory. Élise’s neckline was blessed with the exquisite Messika Lucky Eye Diamond necklace in 18K pink gold, with diamond halos that I gave her last night. A superb pair of Cartier 1.2 Karat diamond stud earrings and a matching Cartier 14K gold wristwatch completed her stunning ensemble. We both ate the “discovery plate” for breakfast with coffee, cream and enjoyed each other’s company. We were surrounded by fine upper-class people, who admired us, and especially the dazzling Élise Marie Delvaux, with her 5 feet 9 inches of delightful runway model beauty. We were glistening from head to toe, and we were a well-matched, magnificent couple beaming from a night and morning of savage lovemaking. Soon, we will be on our way for a day of spa treatments that will renew our youth and leave us feeling absolutely refreshed.
After a delightful breakfast, it made sense to relax and digest with a manicure and pedicure for two. We started with the pedicure service because of the seated and comfortably reclined position, which was a one-hour treatment comprising a foot soak in a whirlpool bath, nail care, exfoliation, and a foot and leg massage. This service was extremely relaxing and professionally executed, and we soon sat for a manicure with exfoliation, soothing lotions, and an arm massage. These two treatments left us feeling well, and we were on our way to the spa area shortly after completion, where we would both have the Hovey Honey Bliss signature facial treatment, which would occupy us for about 90 minutes. What an exquisite treatment with honey sourced from their own local beehives. We both felt completely pampered and refreshed, with new feelings and sensations from our renewed facial tone and complexion. When our facials were done, we opted to have total body massage therapy, and chose their California massage for one hour, combined with a one-hour heavenly scalp massage. These services would take us beyond the lunch hour, which we would gladly skip, opting for fresh fruit juices during our services. We finished our rejuvenating spa day treatments with a thermal circuit, comprising a sauna, steam room, pink salt scrubs, a cold plunge, and then the lakeside pool as our final destination. These wonderful treatments at the Manoir Hovey set us up nicely for a delightful dinner this evening at the local Le Hatley restaurant, and our appetite was building steadily.
Élise and I had a magnificent morning and afternoon of pampering and living the elite life of being cared for by wonderful people. We felt rejuvenated and were walking on air after our bodies were treated with such great care and attention. Our suite was cleaned and refreshed while we were out, and our reservations for dinner were two hours away. So, we made love, and began to kiss and hug. We approached our bed, and no foreplay was required, as I positioned myself against the pillows and headboard, so I could recline in a slightly supine orientation, while Élise top-mounted me, and began to slowly stroke my tree of life inside of her well-lubricated paradise garden. The plan was to hug, kiss, and delay orgasm for as long as possible, so Élise controlled her hip movements and strokes, as we concentrated on the quality and sensuality of our kissing. I glanced at the clock beside our bed, and 20 minutes passed so quickly, and I could feel my loins brewing, and the climax was not far away. I said to Élise, “love, let me bring you home with my special kisses,” and she said, “no monsieur, I want to save that for later in the evening, so I will take you into my silky-smooth mouth and delight in my favorite apéritif.” Élise slowly dismounted from our blissful coital union and began to lovingly lick my tree of life to gather as much of the agave nectar that she secreted as possible. She then came back to me and kissed me deeply, transferring the most delightful flavors, and this almost brought me to a climax, but I was able to control the impulse.
We kissed for five minutes, our lips locked and glued to the thick, and sweet, honey-butter that we both loved so much. Sensing my readiness, Élise broke off our kiss, and administered slow, smooth, and warm oral pleasure. Her strokes were painfully slow, and Élise glided from the base of my “tree” to the very top, with precision and delicate tongue strokes that added to my pleasure. She sensed the first emanation of silky fluid arrive on her tongue, and she slowly moved to the top of the tree and flicked her tongue back and forth while maintaining a tight seal. She stopped gliding, only moving her tongue on the most sensitive area of the tree, causing an earthquake from deep within me. Several rapid-fire impulses delivered the fluid of life to her delightful tongue, and she sipped, siphoned, and swallowed deeply, as she received her favorite apéritif. Élise gathered the heavenly nectar, then glided down the shaft of the tree, ensuring that the maximum yield of the holy libation was complete before dismounting, and releasing suction. Élise then rested on her back, opposite me, as I remained in a state of suspended animation with my eyes closed and could not move. Élise must have noticed that some of my silky essence had seeped out onto the glans, and she moved in to swipe it clean, removing any trace.
Élise and I truly love each other, and this love is not an ordinary possessive love, but a true agape love of two people deeply connected to spirituality. We have deep soul ties that existed long before our present earth-based bodies met each other in the lovely city of Montréal. It was time for us to get moving so we could have a scrumptious dinner at Le Hatley. We quickly showered and prepared our evening wardrobe selections. Élise will wear a stunning Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld runway gold chain dress, featuring a black velvet bonded corset, with a wide scoop neckline. Chanel’s iconic leather-woven gold-tone chains provided the straps of this delightful garment. Adorning her wrist was a Patek Philippe ladies watch in 14 karat rose gold, with a black dial, and matching leather Patek band. Around Élise’s neck was the magnificent Messika Lucky Eye Diamond necklace in 18K pink gold, with a 0.76 karat total diamond weight. A superb pair of Cartier Love earrings in rose gold, with numerous brilliant-cut diamonds, offset her lovely necklace perfectly. Her feet adorned a pair of Brunello Cucinelli rust brown soft nappa leather sandals with precious straps, which she wore a few weeks ago when we met at the Piazza Romanna. A classic Chanel Caviar, diamond quilted timeless clutch bag completed her superb accessory ensemble.
I will wear a Martin Greenfield Chelsea, custom tailored, blue two-piece suit. My shirt will be a solid white Maurice Sedwell, from my vast Sedwell collection. My tie will be a Huntsman light blue silk pointed knit tie. My shoes will be a pair of George Cleverley classic black calf Aiden tassel loafers, with braided interlacing, and leather linings. My watch will be my standard Omega Speedmaster Pro in stainless steel. Élise and I look fabulous, and we are a magnificent couple, so we will enter the restaurant, and heads will turn. The sun is getting low on the western horizon, and this is a perfect time to go to dinner. Élise and I walked to Le Hatley, and the lake and the surrounding views were outstanding. We arrived at the restaurant and made our entrance in grand fashion, and were promptly seated at a prime table with lake views. Heads were turning as we walked, and all who gazed upon us were captivated by the intense beauty of Madame Élise. I also received a quick glance before they were done gawking, and I felt so lucky to be with such an elegant, elite woman. As expected in a fine dining establishment, the menu was table d’hôte, and absolutely delicious.
Élise chose the lobster bisque as an appetizer, and the veal duo main course, consisting of sweetbreads, veal filet, zucchini, tomato, and eggplant. For dessert, Élise would have the black forest revisited, which was a decadent pannacotta, sour cherry, chocolate sorbet. I chose the Berlingot as an appetizer, which consisted of braised lamb, green pea, broad bean, mint, and flavora. My main course would be Sterling beef, with potato, onion, shallot, and confit. My dessert choice was named “all chocolate,” consisting of chocolate texture, sea buckthorn, and 70% chocolate sorbet. The sommelière paired a perfect wine to accompany our selections, and our evening feast began. I took a sip of wine and then said to Élise, “I am having such a wonderful time with you, Élise, and I am feeling good. Thank you for the invitation to this special place.” She replied, “Oh, Mr. Marc, the pleasure is all mine, Monsieur. I enjoy your company, and I too have had a delightful weekend thus far. Marc, when we go back to our suite later, there will be a lovely young girl awaiting us in our suite.”
My eyebrows instantly raised, and a wicked smile came over me that I could not control. Élise, noticing my reaction, smiled widely, and I said, “Élise, what do you have in-store for us this evening, madame? I am intrigued, my love.” She replied, “Her name is Enheduanna, and she resides on the quartz crystal plateau in the mansions of the sky and has an abode atop the diamond mountains in a special dimension. She is an ancient soul who once reigned in the Akkadian empire, and she will be arriving in her youthful body, and make love to you, and she will bear a son as a result.” I replied, “She will be arriving via a crystal ship, I presume?” Élise answered and said, “Yes. She will be placed on our large balcony, unseen, then saunter into our suite, and await us. She is absolutely fascinating, and she will stay with us for a while. You can have her anyway that you like, Monsieur, and I assure you that her libations will be of the utmost in flavorful delight.” I paused for a moment, took a bite of food, chewed completely, then I wiped my mouth cleanly, and took a sip of wine. A moment later, I said, “Élise, I am honored not only to be in your company and good graces, but to be chosen to make love to someone so special leaves me speechless.” Élise and I continued to dine in exquisite opulence, while I was overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation of the woman who is waiting for us back at our suite. The feeling is a combination of anxiety and delight, because sometimes it is hard to fathom that I live between two worlds among multiple dimensions.
The human body can cause confusion and chaos to any soul, but to an indigo soul, the feelings are difficult to process at times. To have simultaneous memories of 11-dimensional conformal existence and 4-dimensional human density is a tremendous burden, as you long to be free of this water-laden, but finely engineered human body. Élise and I have just finished dessert, and I opted not to finish my coffee, as I wanted my digestion to settle, not knowing what lies ahead for me in the twilight of the evening. Just knowing that this mystery woman is named Enheduanna is awe-inspiring, and I fully expect to be overwhelmed by her majesty, beauty, and regal stature. Élise suggested that we go back to our suite in a timely fashion so we can get acquainted with our guest, who has crossed oceans of time to be with us this evening. Élise told me that she has not walked the earth in human form for over 4300 years, so my interest has now peaked. About 30 minutes passed, allowing us to relax, and we slowly walked back to our suite. When we entered, our eyes went directly to the living room couch, and seated there was the lovely and regal Enheduanna. She got up from her seated position, smiling graciously. She was wearing a sheer one-piece white pure silk dress. She walked towards us, and said, “sha-nu-mu, an-na-ku Enheduanna.” I almost died on the spot when I heard my beloved ancient Sumerian language grace my ears, and I replied in kind by saying, “šu-nu-g̃a, an-na-ku, Marc,” (welcome to our home. My name is Marc), and I reached for her hand, and she extended her right arm. I took her right hand in my left hand and bowed on one knee. Then I rose to my feet, and kissed her hand, and then released it.
Enheduanna showed me a solid gold disc with her image, and on the back was a cuneiform script with her name, and a hand-carved cylinder seal hung around her neck. She explained to us that the goddess Inanna would be watching our lovemaking and could appear at any moment. Enheduanna spoke perfect King’s English, and I was amazed at her precise alliteration. I turned to Élise and asked her to light our candles in honor of our guest, and to set one aside for the mighty goddess Inanna, and to dedicate that candle to her out of respect for the lovely Enheduanna’s presence. When Élise was done lighting the candles, I went to the one that she lit for Inanna and placed one of my Waterford Lismore tumblers beside it. I then decanted a small amount of Frangelico liquor as a libation, and said aloud, “si-ir ninda d Inanna-e,” (this drink I dedicate to the goddess Inanna). Enheduanna, hearing these words, smiled widely, and was extremely pleased at this respectful gesture. At that moment, a strong breeze and a whirlwind entered our suite from the balcony screens and came close to the libation that had just been poured. A spirit entered our abode and lingered by the drink in its tumbler for a few seconds, then departed. Enheduanna came to me, and kissed me deeply, placing her hands on my hips, and we maintained our deep French kiss for over a minute, leaving me in a state of shock and awe.
Enheduanna is a dark brunette who stands 5 feet 11 inches tall, with a 36C full-bust, a 28-inch waist, and 36-inch hips. Her hair was long and extended to her waist in the form of an intricate complex braid. Her skin complexion was sun-kissed, with a radiant glow, and stunning brilliance. She had golden undertones mixed with caramel-mocha elements, and she was melanin rich from head to toe. Her eyes are almond-shaped, smoldering, and intense, with a powerful focused gaze. Her facial features were unique, with a striking facial structure, high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and a well-defined chin. Her lips are dark-red, thick, pronounced, and dramatic, featuring a cupid’s bow on her upper lip. Our first kiss made it clear that it was time to disrobe and become more comfortable together. Élise and I hung our clothing, while Enheduanna removed her silk garment and necklace, then got comfortable in our bed. All three of us remained silent, but we did exchange glances, and conveyed a sense of mystery and curiosity between us. Élise and I were completely naked, and we approached the bedroom to greet Enheduanna, who said, “Élise, come to me, and Marc, watch us for a time.” I sat on the comfortable recliner beside the bed, and watched as Élise and Enheduanna began to embrace, and explore each other’s bodies while they kissed.
The sight of two divinely feminine, tall, slender, lithe, and perfectly shaped women kissing each other is something special. The sheer beauty and elegance of these elite girls is charging the air in the room with an electric feeling. Passion and love are flowing, and lust is nowhere to be found. Many minutes passed, and Enheduanna was lying flat on her back, with her knees up, and Élise was off to her left side, hovering on both knees, and leaning over her while they kissed. Enheduanna’s paradise garden was welcoming me, and she had a full, fluffy bush of dark, black, extremely short hair. I climbed onto the bed and made my way to her paradise garden so I could taste her, which was my ultimate wish. Enheduanna’s lovely garden was brownish-red, and not pink, or pale. Her pleasure button was pronounced, tall, and wide; the juicy folds were perfect, fully symmetrical, and free of hair. Her garden was glistening, wet, and warm, and her scent was powerful and could be detected a foot away. I moved in, and planted a kiss directly on her pleasure button and looked up to see if there would be any response, and there was. Enheduanna broke off the kiss with Élise, and while looking at me with a smile, she said, “Enjoy my ambrosia, and pleasure me well, else Inanna will kill you slowly, and banish you to the underworld. She is watching.” As she finished the last word, Élise began to kiss her again, and I moved into position to pleasure Enheduanna with no pressure at all, only confidence, as I knew that I could deliver her wishes with ease.”
Normally, I would place my hands on the woman’s backside, near the kidneys, or even higher, but since Enheduanna was so tall, I had to use another anatomical position. I placed my arms beneath her buttocks, then wrapped my hands around the iliac crest, which is part of the ilium, the largest of the pelvic bones, on both sides. This hand position would allow access to the Iliohypogastric nerve, which provides sensory innervation to the skin above the pubic region, and the upper inguinal region. I will flow my Chi and élan-vital energy into this nerve branch to ensure maximum satisfaction, and to avoid a slow torturous death, and banishment to Hades. As I moved into position, I opted to extend my tongue, and make deep, penetrating contact with Enheduanna’s lower garden region, and began to exhale slowly, and concentrate on breathing. The flavor of her paradise garden combined with the scent of her libations activated the furnace at the base of my spine. It felt as if my tongue penetrated a thick slice of peach pie, whose filling was a fine “peach coulis,” which was like a sauce, or fruit puree, that had been strained to achieve a smooth, thin consistency. Within this delightful peach coulis, were notes of cherry, honey, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, cardamom, and vanilla. Enheduanna’s paradise garden was literally, and physically, from heaven, and produced fruits of the vine in accordance with its heavenly stature, much to my delight.
With my eyes closed, I began to envision pure love within me as white-hot power emanating from my solar plexus region. This energy would fuel the ascending yellow flame known as Kundalini at the base of my spine. The two energies will swirl and mix, then be transmitted to the radial nerves of my arms and hands to be delivered into Enheduanna’s body. I increased my breathing rate to fuel this fire, and I could feel power leaving me, like a steady stream of water from a running stream. I continued to taste her deeply, wiggling my tongue, then pulling it back so I could take wide swipes of her garden delicacies. Energy was flowing, and it was time to stimulate her with delicate swirling tongue-strokes around, but not on the pleasure button. Élise is assisting me by kissing and teasing Enheduanna’s breasts, while her hands work their magic and caress her smooth tender arms, shoulders, and abdomen. Enheduanna’s eyes are closed, and she has a pleasant look on her face, and her breathing rate has increased. Out of the corner of my right eye, I caught a glimpse of a light, and sensed a presence close to me, so I lifted my head for a moment, and turned right. At the corner of the bed was the ethereal image of the beautiful and stunning goddess Inanna, and I made a gesture for her to come closer with my right hand while I smiled. I then resumed orally pleasuring Enheduanna with my eyes closed. A few seconds later I felt a warm hand on my shoulders and knew it was Inanna doing so. Energy flowed into me where she was touching me, and I was electrified, and had a vision that I should be more aggressive with Enheduanna’s pleasure.
The vision was a prompting, a soft command, and I followed orders. I began to directly stimulate her clitoris with counterclockwise swirls, and I carefully inserted an index finger deeply into Enheduanna’s paradise garden, and she moaned, and her hips began to move. I kept my tongue, tempo and pressure steady, while I flexed the tip of my finger in such a way as to increase her stimulation. Her muscles began to clamp my finger, and I felt Inanna’s two hands on my shoulders, and she was squeezing my muscles, attempting to relax me. Élise is now kissing Enheduanna, who is stirring with pleasure and passion with every passing second. Suddenly, I felt a tight squeeze on my finger, and I could not move it. Then her clitoris began to quake and move, as her climax arrived. Enheduanna broke off the kiss with Élise, and said, “lugal lugal, lugal lugal! lugal la, Marc!” This means, “is good, is good, is good, no stop…” in ancient Sumerian. Inanna’s hands, and her magic touch continued along my back, and suddenly I felt a delightful sensation of nails tingling my skin with delicate sensual scratches, not deep ones, but sensual gliding of the nails to give delight. Enheduanna’s orgasm was long-lasting, powerful, and her paradise garden was overflowing in moisture. I removed my index finger slowly, and lapped up all the delightful nectar, and continued to pleasure, and clean Enheduanna’s sweet paradise garden. Minutes passed, and Élise came to me, and we began to kiss deeply, sharing Enheduanna’s delightful taste sensation.
Enheduanna began to move and asked me to lay down flat on my back so she could mount me and take in my life-giving elixir deep within her. I was still aware of Inanna’s presence as I got into position, and Élise opted to move off the bed and sit in a recliner not far away. I had a feeling that it was my duty to orgasm as quickly as possible so my seed could be delivered, and Enheduanna and Inanna would soon depart on a crystal ship. Enheduanna, wasting no time, top-mounted me, and began to move like a belly dancer. Her tall, muscular body was a sight to behold, and she was gripping me tightly as she glided from top to bottom. I focused on her lovely countenance, and nothing else, and would not seek a marathon pace, but a quick and full release. With each rapid pounding of my pelvic bone, my pleasure increased, as my tree of life glided perfectly within the confines of Enheduanna’s well lubricated and pulsating paradise garden. I opened my eyes and found Inanna behind Enheduanna, closely watching, and this magnificent sight was so erotic that I immediately began to climax, while Enheduanna maintained her steady gallop. Minutes passed, and Enheduanna dismounted, then rested beside me. Élise came to the bed and promptly began to lick, lap, suck, and clean Enheduanna’s paradise garden, which was a gesture of love and respect. When Élise was done, Enhenduanna turned to me, and gave me a deep kiss, and said, “an-na-ta an-im-ma-ni ninda Marc,” which means, “I will give you a son and blessings…” She then proceeded to leave the bed, and put her silk dress on, and the likeness and spirit of Inanna departed the room, and went to the balcony to summon the crystal ship that was cloaked and hovering silently over the lake.
Élise and I hugged and kissed Enheduanna and thanked her for visiting with us. We wished her a safe journey back to the crystal plateau, and the dimensions containing the pure carbon-diamond mountains. We also wished Inanna a safe journey and thanked her for her presence and abundant blessings. Enheduanna walked to the center of the balcony and looked up at the sky. A light blue mist descended upon her, and a silver-curtain formed, and in an instant, she and Inanna were gone. The air was electrified, and a pleasant smell of rarefied earth, air, and water lingered. Élise and I hugged each other and proceeded to the bathroom to take a long hot shower together. We washed, scrubbed, and kissed as we enjoyed the warm water flowing over our bodies. A few minutes later, Élise and I jumped into our bed, and began to make love. Élise was highly passionate and extremely stimulated by the presence of our divine guests, and I could feel her white-hot heat. Her kisses were velvet, and her hands were warm, and flowing all over my body. Élise wasted no time, and she top-mounted me, and was taken over by an erotic force. It was as if her entire body was feeling and sensing a desire to be free. Élise’s gallop was steady, like a solid run through a five-mile-long meadow, and she was determined to catch the “fox” she was chasing. Minutes passed, and I could feel my loins aching for release, and I said, “Élise, I am getting there shortly, and I can hold it for you.” She replied, “I want you to finish me with that delightful tongue of yours. Take me Monsieur.” Élise dismounted from my tree of life, and bounced on her back, then promptly pulled her legs as far back as she could get them.
I dived into her paradise garden with absolute joy, and Élise was overflowing with honey-butter and spice, and so delicious. I immediately went into her favorite stroke, wasting no time, and she began to moan, and thrash about as I ravaged her garden. Élise attained a powerful climax quickly and secreted a bountiful harvest of Manuka honey and spice, and wet snapping sounds were heard, as she pumped out the magical libations. I lapped, licked, and drank in all her compote with extreme delight, and this went on for minutes. Suddenly, Élise rolled onto her stomach, raised her hips, and allowed me to take her from the rear-entry position. I mounted, and we got to work, bumping, and mashing for three solid minutes before I exploded, and climaxed with vigor and gusto. Élise insisted on back pushing, and I countered every push, with a bottoming bump, and mashed her back. Finally, we both rolled onto our backs, panting, and sweat-laden, and were lost in our thoughts. We both fell asleep next to each other, and when I awoke, I noticed that Élise was sleeping comfortably on her back, and I had a raging tree of life, which was like a mighty Sequoia. I began to kiss her stomach, and she awakened slightly, raised her knees, and opened her legs wide. I then top-mounted her and plunged my titanium tree of life deep within her, and she moaned.
I was barely awake, but I was able to garner a good rhythm, while Élise’s eyes remained closed. Minutes passed, and Élise opened her eyes and said, “When you’re close, bring him to me.” Shortly after she said this to me, I slowly dismounted, and brought Élise my raging and swollen tree of life, as I stood tall on my knees by her shoulders. Élise rolled onto her stomach, then raised herself at the knees and came to my tree of life and took him into her warm mouth. She glided and applied a slight vacuum as she moved from its base to the tip for about a minute. I felt the first pulse of liquid joy rise from my deepest depths, and she moaned as the warm silk entered her wanting hot mouth. Élise then buried my tree deep into the back of her throat, and received the machine gun pulses of life-giving elixir, and she gulped and swallowed, then glided to the tip, and flicked her tongue. The pulses slowed, but the liquid flowed, as she ran the tip of her tongue over the trees opening, slurping, and sucking, until the well ran dry. She took one last power glide to the base, then dismounted him with a suction, and fell to her back with a smile on her face, and I did the same. As I floated off into a hazy sleep, I felt Élise leave the bed, and head towards the bathroom. Then I heard the shower running. I looked at the clock and it was 2 am, and dark outside. I knew better than to fall asleep again, as I surmised that Élise was preparing her paradise garden for imminent pleasure. I headed to the pillows and got comfortable on my back with good pillow support and began to fake a deep sleep.
Élise eventually came out of the bathroom and slid into the bed. I was on my back, nested in the pillows with my eyes closed, and Élise came to me and kissed my neck. I moaned in pleasure and said, “Give me five minutes to freshen up, my love. I will be right back.” Élise smiled and jumped into the pillows as I left the bed and headed to the bathroom. I quickly shaved my face silky smooth, so I would not have any irritating stubble; then I washed up a little with a soft cloth, before heading back to bed. I approached the most elegant women I have ever seen, and said, “hello lover, what can I do for you madame?” Élise positioned me on my back, adjusted the pillows, then threw her right leg over my chest, and brought her paradise garden directly to my chin. She grabbed the headboard of the bed and made adjustments. I kissed her paradise garden, and was extremely pleased to be pleasuring Élise again, and could do it nonstop all night long. I could never be displeased with her lovely garden, because its produce was so good and flavorful. Élise is in the perfect position for pleasure, and she puts her hands on my face, and feels its smoothness, and says, “Oh my, so smooth. Let me add essential moisturizers for you, monsieur.” Élise glided the lower portion of her garden all over my lips and chin, and abundant moisture was present, and the scent was heavenly. She hovered the opening to paradise right above my lips, and I extended my tongue, and she lowered the garden, mashing my tender lips. The flavor was so good, and the thickness of her honey-butter was fabulous.
Élise continued to squeeze and move her pelvic floor muscles to yield the maximum amount of agave nectar possible. Then she leaned forward, desiring direct stimulation of her pleasure button. I positioned my lips and tongue so she could glide her entire body as she desired, and Élise began to move with a precise rhythm. With each passing minute came more and more of her Manuka honey butter flavor that steadily dripped and made its way to my tongue. Élise began to mash and grind, and I felt more pressure on my lips and tongue. She looked down and said, “Lap up all the honey. It’s too moist; I need friction. Suction me.” Élise adjusted her position so I could get my full mouth wrapped around her lower regions, and I vacuumed her garden, and took in two heaping tablespoons of honey butter. The delicious and delightful dessert was overwhelming. I was able to lap, lick, and clean her well, and she continued to glide all over my face, then resumed her pleasure button stimulation. Élise moved quickly, and her pleasure button was grinding against my rigid tongue perfectly. Two minutes later she climaxed and snapping and popping sounds emanated from her garden. Honey was drizzled everywhere, as she moaned and gasped. Suddenly, she did a 180-degree turn, and mashed her Garden of Eden into my face, and descended to my erect tree of life, and took him into her deeply.
Élise was gliding with her silky-smooth mouth from top to bottom and continued to orally stimulate my “tree” for about a minute. Then she decided to top mount me, and take my swollen member into her paradise garden, and proceeded to grind, ride, and slam her pelvis into mine, and it felt so good. As Élise was riding me, she said, “Tell me when you’re close; I want it all,” and she increased her tempo. About five minutes passed, and Élise began to have another climax, and was grinding me from side to side, and mashing my pelvic bones as hard as possible. Élise continued to slam me as she climaxed, and suddenly I felt the wave and said, “I am so close, so close.” Élise flew off my tree of life and pounced on him with her mouth and began a rapid-fire glide and suctioning that was superb. Élise brought me to an outstanding machine gun style orgasm and bottomed out my tree by mashing my pelvic floor and sucking and swallowing furiously. She then fell to the bed, and I immediately brought my mouth to her paradise garden to clean, and take in any remaining agave nectar, and I was happy to find more, and more of it. I could never get enough of her garden produce, and the flavor was nonstop, like a lollipop that never ends. I fell onto my back, and Élise came to me and licked my mouth and face clean, then kissed me deeply, before falling on her back beside me. Both of us were spent and utterly exhausted. We held hands, and at some point, we fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning surrounded by bright sunshine peering in through the numerous picture windows of our exquisite suite. I looked over to my left side and found the lovely, elegant, angelic repose of Madame Élise sound asleep, and I made my move to the bathroom with extreme care and finesse, so I would not wake her. I shaved, then showered, and made sure that I was quick about it so the facility would be available to her without delay when she awakens from slumber. I entered the main living area with my fresh white bathrobe wrapped around me, and Élise was just waking up. I gave her ample space, knowing that women need a minute in the mornings, and she quickly got to her feet and headed to the bathroom, giving me a lovely smile on the way. I sat on the large white leather sofa and noticed a solid, shining, well-made, pure gold ingot sitting next to my S.T. Dupont lighter. This ingot was symmetrically perfect and had rounded edges. I guessed that it weighed over six ounces and was surprised to see one of these being deposited at the hotel. I put it back where I found it, in the exact same place next to my lighter, so I could show it to Élise. I knew that the Raven spirit would not dare snatch it with the guardian spirit outside watching over us close by. Élise eventually joined me in the living room, looking absolutely dashing after her morning refresher routine, and said, “Good morning, Mr. Marc.” And she came to me and gave me a wonderful kiss, then sat down.
Élise and I discussed many things and reflected upon our wonderful experiences and decided that both of us were hungry and in need of a well-earned breakfast. We soon got dressed and headed to Le Hatley and were promptly seated. Both of us were happy to have coffee, and we ate merrily, and finished everything that was served to us. We were done with breakfast at 11 am and decided that we did not have enough time to go sailing or take a drive in her vintage Mercedes that was stored at a small home that she owned a few miles away. We walked back to our suite and began to pack and get ready for our return to Montréal. I contacted Antonino, who was staying on the grounds with us, and informed him of our departure, and to prepare for the trip as soon as possible. We agreed to meet out front in thirty minutes, which would be noontime. Élise and I took our time, allowing ourselves to digest a bit, and we took one last view from our balcony of the majestic lake and country scenery. In my heart, I wished we could have stayed a little longer, but we did have a marvelous, restful and love-filled weekend, complete with a visit from two most precious guests. We made love with such passion and fury, and so many times, that I could probably use a full recovery day to properly recharge. Then I was reminded that Kate would be back this evening, and knocking at my door, or calling, and that means only one thing. Wild, hot, and energetic sex, and a lot of it. I was looking forward to being with Kate, even after a weekend of complete and utter nonstop sex and loving.
Élise, Antonino, and I all met in the hotel lobby and completed our check-out procedures. Then we promptly made our way to the outstanding Mercedes waiting to take us back to the city. We loaded up and were on our way rather quickly. Élise wasted no time and made a few calls from the very expensive radiotelephone installed in Antonino’s car, which had the capability for a satellite uplink if out of range of the private radio tower networks in the public service radio band. She was lucky to have a solid connection, and the Madame spoke in her lovely French native tongue for thirty minutes, while I relaxed with my eyes closed, and recalled certain aspects of my weekend retreat. I also thought about Kate and wondered what type of torture she would attempt to subject me to in order to find out what I did with my weekend. Interrogation by Kate was imminent and forthcoming, so I had to be ready for this reality. When I get back to the apartment, I will need to visit the exercise room and prepare for war with Kate and to be loose and limber for the battle ahead. Antonino made excellent time and got us back to downtown Montréal in under two hours.
We arrived at Élise’s agency office, and kissed and hugged goodbye at the curb, and I walked her to the doorman, while Antonino assisted with her luggage. Once inside I said, “Élise Marie Delvaux, thank you for such a wonderful time, and I will be thinking of you often for the rest of the day, and certainly the entire week.” Élise replied, “Mr. Marc, you rest well, Monsieur, because the next time we meet, it will be game on. So be ready!” With that said, Élise’s assistant from upstairs arrived, and whisked her and her luggage away from Antonino and I, and I stood watching as the elevator doors closed, waving the whole time. I looked at Antonino and said, “Hurry, get me back to the apartments before Kate finds out where I have been, else we both may be in big trouble.” He smiled, and we both quickly walked back to the car and were on our way. Truthfully, I could not wait to see Kate and spank her fine buttocks.