This piece is erotic literature, meant for readers 18+. Potential triggers: combining religious/spiritual ideas with sexuality; D/s.
I tell you to sit on the cushion, facing me. We are both wearing loose clothing, and we sit comfortably.
“You’ve been a good girl. You’ve been working so hard to serve the world. Good girls deserve to be rewarded.”
You moan with delight and curiosity. What will your gift be? How will I fuck you?
“Close your eyes,” I tell you. “You’ll get my cock in time. But first, let’s practice.”
I lead you through a guided loving kindness meditation. It’s standard, at first. You get comfortable in your body. You relax. You bring up a gentle, easy smile. You cultivate gratitude for your life, and then love for your easy to love person or animal. All is familiar. You are happy, and pleased—but also impatient.
I ask you if you can feel the love in your heart. You tell me that you can.
“Good,” I say. “Keep feeling it. Maintain it. Hold it sacred. If you need to, re-establish it. But do not stop feeling love, or striving to cultivate it, under any circumstances.”
You nod, enjoying being commanded. You are wet, knowing my directions are wholesome and good for all—and pleasant for you.
“Now direct that love towards all beings, including yourself, including me. All beings.”
You direct your felt sense of love towards all. It intensifies, as if it is met by all beings in being received. You feel love for yourself, and for me, and for all our friends—for those near and far, human and non human, present, past, and future. There is tremendous love in your heart, and it surges in your body. Your smile widens, and tears pool at the edges of your eyes. I can feel the love boiling over into my heart, from yours.
“Good,” I say again. “Maintain that love for all beings. Do not stop cultivating it, no matter what happens to you tonight. But gently open your eyes, and let in the world around you.”
You open your eyes, and you see me in front of you, standing, no longer sitting—and my cock is hard, right in front of your face. You whimper.
“Don’t stop cultivating love!” I command, firmly but lovingly.
You nod, biting your lip.
“This is my cock,” I tell you. “But it is no ordinary cock. It is a wand that serves all beings.”
You shift your weight, your pussy melting at the sight of my cock.
“Your assignment tonight is to continue to cultivate love, and to merge that feeling of love with the experience of pleasuring my cock, and the experience of receiving pleasure in your body. Love for all and pleasure, your pleasure and mine, should merge together. Do you understand?”
You nod.
“Good. Now, maintaining this love for all beings in your heart, stare at my cock. I know you want to. Look at my magnificent cock, and know what it truly is. Feel the love in your heart, and know what it knows—this cock is my wand. When it receives pleasure, I receive energy, and I convert that pleasure energy into love for all beings, and service in this world. Stare at my wand, and cultivate love in your heart.”
This is now like no guided meditation you have ever experienced, and you are delighted. You look at the veins on my cock, my foreskin, my balls, and you long to stroke it. You remember to cultivate the burning love in your heart, and to help you begin to repeat a mantra in your mind: “This wand serves all beings. This wand serves all beings. This wand serves all beings.” You repeat it again and again, and begin to move your lips and voice the mantra.
“Good girl,” I say.
“Keep that going. But now, I want you to touch yourself while you feel love for all beings in your heart, and while you stare at my wand. Can you do that?”
“Yes, I can,” you say. You move your fingers below your dress, and begin to touch your clit, and your pussy’s lips, and to slide your fingers inside yourself.
“Let the experience of pleasure in your pussy merge with the sight of my wand, and the feeling of love in your heart. They are all the same. Your heart is love. My wand is love. Your pussy is love. All beings are loved, simply by you experiencing this love, this wand, this pleasure.”
I let you practice there for a few moments, fingering yourself, staring at my cock, feeling love in your heart.
“Is there still love in your heart?” I ask.
“Yes,” you say. You’re sweating, it’s hard for you to speak, the love is growing, the pleasure is growing, and it’s nearly torturous to look at my cock. You want it so badly.
“Good,” I tell you. “Now open your mouth. Don’t stop cultivating love. And don’t stop touching yourself.”
Your fingers are working hard at your clit, and your hips are bucking.
I grasp my cock, and position it near your mouth, sliding it over your lips. You put your tongue out, licking it, trying to drink it in.
“You’ve been very patient. And you’ve been a very good girl. So I’ll give you my wand.”
I slide my cock into your mouth, and gently, firmly grab your hair, and begin to fuck your face.
With each stroke of my cock, each thrust of my hips, I say a metta phrase: “May this love serve all beings. May your pleasure serve all beings. May my pleasure serve all beings. May I live my vow. May you live your vow. May our pleasure fuel our lives. May we come into right relationship. May you enjoy my cock. May my cock enjoy your mouth. May this pleasure give us energy. May our energy serve the world. May all beings feel loved by our love.”
You’re moaning, and fingering your pussy—delighted by the fullness of my cock in your mouth, shivering with pleasure, and still filled with love. I can feel it. Our hearts are as two candles, right next to each other, wicks burning alongside each other.
My cock is wet with your spit, and I take it out.
“Stand up, and bend over,” I tell you. “Keep feeling love. Don’t stop.”
You stand, knees wobbling, and bend over, presenting your pussy towards me. I part your dress, and slide my cock into your slit, the wetness of your mouth on my cock having prepared me for the wetness of your pussy. With one hand, I grab your hips, and with the other, I grab your breasts. I begin to fuck you, and I keep whispering sweet, loving words into your ear, all the way to our orgasm…
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