#awakening

I wake up to find you beside me. I lie, naked and spooning into your soft warm curves behind you, running my fingers softly along your cheek, pushing the hair from your neck. Leaning in, you feel the softness of my lips along the top of your shoulder, then along the flesh where your hair once laid. You feel the tender touch of my tongue on your skin, as the fingers that moved your hair from your neck begin to trace along the top of your chest.

My hand continues lower, fingers slowly spiralling down and inward over your fabric covered breasts. As I gently run my teeth along your warming neck, you feel my fingertips trace your stiffening nipple, my thumb and forefinger gently teasing. I harden against you, and my fingers continue their exploration.

Continuing to journey down your body, my hand finds the base of your night shirt and disappears beneath. Moving upwards, I tease your body with aching slowness. You feel them reach your breasts, and I gently roll one nipple, then the other between my fingers. Unconsciously you begin to grind backwards against me, feeling my hardness against you.

My hand again returns to the bottom of your night shirt and slowly pulls it up your body. You look back at me and sit up for a brief moment, lifting your arms, allowing me to pull the fabric over and off. With your breasts now exposed, you lay back down, grinding your ass firmly into my swollen cock through your PJ bottoms. As we grind harder against each other my hand explores you, running over your breasts and neck.

I roll you to your back, reaching across your body and turning your lips to mine. They connect, then part, our tongues meeting with growing passion. As I kiss you, my hand moves over your warming skin. Although not rough, I am no longer teasing, wanting you to clearly feel my growing desire through my touch. I run my hands to your breasts now, caressing them with purpose.

As I pull from our kiss, I bite your lower lip. My mouth moves to your cheek, your neck, then along the top of your chest. I firmly roll one nipple between my fingers and you feel a warmth overcome the other, my tongue rhythmically moving over it while my lips gently suck. I kiss your chest and my fingers travel lower, nervous energy rushing over your body as my fingers trace down your stomach. My mouth moves from your breast, up your neck and chest to your lips once again, and as they meet my own, you feel the tips of my fingers slip beneath the top of your pants. I kiss you long and deep now as my hand delves deeper. As I continue to grind against you, my fingers part your warmth, bringing your wetness to your swelling clit. I massage slowly but firmly, then run lower again, two fingers disappearing inside you.

A sigh parts your lips as your legs open wider, inviting me to explore your depths. You turn your face toward me and kiss me hard. At the same time your hand moves to my hardness and strokes me, wrapping itself around me; you can feel me throb in your hand, aching to be released.

I remove my hands from inside your pants and push you to your back. In a quick movement I am between your legs, my body knelt over you. I lean in and kiss you deeply, your hand continuing to stroke me. I kiss your neck and shoulders to the top of your chest. You release your grip as I kiss lower, making my way to your breasts. Caressing them firmly now with my hands and sucking one nipple then the other, I grind my body between your legs. I run my teeth over your flesh and move my body downward, kissing down your stomach. You feel your pyjama bottoms now loosen, my hands pulling them slowly down your legs.

Looking down at me as the last of your clothing is pulled from your body and tossed aside, I look deeply into your eyes as my hands reach to your inner thighs. Slowly massaging, they make their way higher. Soon I feel the warmth emanating from you on my hands and I lean in, slowly kissing just above the inside of one knee, then the other. My lips and tongue now journey upwards and I become entranced by the fragrance of your womanhood. As my mouth moves higher, you feel your wetness being parted, and two fingers enter you once as you look down at me with anticipation. I gently bite along the top of your inner thigh, then as your back arches and your head rolls backward, you feel my tongue then my lips make contact.

While my fingers move in and out of your body, you feel me softly sucking on your clit, my tongue caressing your swollen and sensitive nub. Reflexively, your hand moves to my head, running through my hair and holding my mouth against you. The taste of your warm honey is intoxicating, and the craving to feel that warmth wrapped around me grows stronger every moment. Caressing faster with my mouth now, I revel in the perfection of your beautiful body. I run my tongue to where my fingers penetrate you now, and run it through your warmth, adding your juices to the moisture of my mouth. I use this wetness to continue pleasing your clit.

Unable to wait any longer, I lift myself. You watch as I reach down, pull my pants and boxers down my legs, and throw them aside. My cock springs forth, and you can clearly see my excitement. I begin to kiss up your body once more, my mouth running over your stomach, your breasts, and your neck to your lips. I kiss you beautiful smile deeply, letting you share in your taste.

As I kiss you, you feel my hand move between your legs, stroking slowly. A moment later you feel my hand leave your body and you realize I have myself in my hand. I pull from our kiss and kneel between your open legs. You look down to see my cock in my hand, then watch and feel as I begin to stroke my swollen tip along the length of your wetness.

Placing myself at your waiting entrance, we both smile at the anticipation of what comes next. I lean in, kissing your soft lips once more, and you feel my cock spread your warmth, filling you slowly. Immediately I feel your heat consume me, taking me until I am deep inside of you. As we kiss deeper than before, my hands run over your body and my hips begin rolling, my throbbing cock moving in and out of you.

Your hand reaches to my hair, pulling me deeper into our kiss, your hips moving with me now, inviting me to fill you more and more . Our bodies rock together, our rhythm teaming to let your warmth envelop me fully. Eventually our lips part, and I focus on moving faster and faster, my cock unable to get enough of your perfect body.

Intent on lasting, I begin to slow my pace. I then pull my cock from your warmth and pull you to meet me. Kneeling on our knees, face to face, we kiss. Upon the parting of our lips, I kiss and suckle firmly upon your breasts while you stroke my hardness firmly with your hand. You then take charge, pushing me to my back. You then smile and lean forward. Without hesitation you take me between your lips, your tongue circling my head, sucking me deep into your mouth. Expertly sucking my cock, you look into my eyes and I watch as I disappear over and over between your lips. Finally, pulling me from your mouth, you smile. Still stroking me, you move up and over my body, positioning me at your hungry entrance.

Slowly you lower yourself to my cock and once again our bodies join. With eyes locked, you grind me deep into you, leaning in to let me kiss your breasts, your neck, and your soft and warm lips. You continue to ride me for some time, my hips thrusting my hardness deeper into you in concert with each of your downward movements. Using your beautiful body to pleasure me, your breathing steadily grows heavier and faster until I feel your body tighten and you begin to moan softly and release yourself around me. As you come down from your high, you slow your pace, clearly exhausted.

Taking my cue, I slowly roll you off of me. As we reposition ourselves I lead you to bend over. On your knees now, I position myself behind you and enter your divine warmth once more. You feel as amazing from behind as in every other way, and I know it won’t be long before I too get release. No longer focusing on being gentle, my cock moves in and out of you hard and fast.

As I now absolutely fuck your perfect pussy from behind, I feel your hand move between your legs, stroking your clit as I penetrate you over and over. I grip your ass and hips firmly, giving extra leverage to my thrusts. I slowly massage your ass, and based on the moans escaping your lips, you don’t seem to mind at all. Taking it one step further, you begin to feel fingers very light running over your back entrance, adding extra stimulation. Over the next few minutes this added stimulation increases in intensity and you feel a finger firmly massaging.

Finally, as your breath begins to quicken once more, my thrusts gain intensity, and you can tell I am getting close. The hand between your legs now joins your perfect pussy in milking my hardness, urging me to finish my task. As you look back at me, thrusting backwards to meet my every move forward, I tell you I am going to cum.

You continue to look over your shoulder at me and I begin to let out a low moan. Deep inside, you feel the quake of my release and the warmth of my seed filling you, your wetness now mixing with my fluids. I continue with my final thrusts, feeling your hand on your clit once more and a final moan leave your lips.

Collapsing together on the bed, you turn to kiss me deeply one last time, then press your ass against my softening member. We lay there, once against just gently grinding, my lips once again kissing your neck slowly as you smile, comforted by the warm feeling of our combined arousal spilling onto your inner thigh; a reminder of the moment just shared.

When one goes to Obaku temple in Kyoto he sees carved over the gate the words “The First Principle”. The letters are unusually large, and those who appreciate calligraphy always admire them as being a mastepiece.  They were drawn by Kosen two hundred years ago.

When the master drew them he did so on paper, from which the workmen made the large carving in wood. As Kosen sketched the letters a bold pupil was with him who had made several gallons of ink for the calligraphy and who never failed to criticise his master’s work.

“That is not good,” he told Kosen after his first effort.

“How is this one?”

“Poor. Worse than before,” pronounced the pupil.

Kosen patiently wrote one sheet after another until eighty-four First Principles had accumulated, still without the approval of the pupil.

Then when the young man stepped outside for a few moments, Kosen thought: “Now this is my chance to escape his keen eye,” and he wrote hurriedly, with a mind free from distraction: “The First Principle.”

“A masterpiece,” pronounced the pupil.

Provided he makes and wins an argument about Buddhism with those who live there, any wondering monk can remain in a Zen temple. If he is defeated, he has to move on.

In a temple in the northern part of Japan two brother monks were dwelling together. The elder one was learned, but the younger one was stupid and had but one eye.

A wandering monk came and asked for lodging, properly challenging them to a debate about the sublime teachings. The elder brother, tired that day from much studying, told the younger one to take his place. “Go and request the dialogue in silence,” he cautioned.

So the young monk and the stranger went to the shrine and sat down.

Shortly afterwards the traveler rose and went in to the elder brother and said:  "Your young brother is a wonderful fellow. He defeated me.“

"Relate the dialogue to me,” said the elder one.

“Well,” explained the traveler, “first I held up one finger, representing Buddha, the enlightened one. So he held up two fingers, signifying Buddha and his teaching. I held up three fingers, representing Buddha, his teaching, and his followers, living the harmonious life. Then he shook his clenched fist in my face, indicating that all three come from one realization. Thus he won and so I have no right to remain here.” With this, the traveler left.

“Where is that fellow?” asked the younger one, running in to his elder brother.

“I understand you won the debate.”

“Won nothing. I’m going to beat him up.”

“Tell me the subject of the debate,” asked the elder one.

“Why, the minute he saw me he held up one finger, insulting me by insinuating that I have only one eye. Since he was a stranger I thought I would be polite to him, so I held up two fingers, congratulating him that he has two eyes. Then the impolite wretch held up three fingers, suggesting that between us we only have three eyes. So I got mad and started to punch him, but he ran out and that ended it!”

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may we meet again in a better life

• the beginning of a spiritual awakening

• spirituality is simply humbleness

the creator lives within every soul

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